(always looking at a particular butler)

The King (2) (NSFW)

Originally posted by alyssagisme

T’Challa x Reader

Warning: Smut

A/N: Finally after trying to write all day, I finally got part 2 done. Enjoy more art collector, sugar daddy T’Challa since I know you guys got all these feels going on from the trailer drop yesterday. I know I do. Also, I’m pretty sure I want to do a part 3. Who would be down for that?


You were sitting in your office having a meeting with your assistant when an intern popped her head to tell you that you had a call from someone. You apologized to your assistant as you picked up the phone.

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I was trying to make sense of the reason why Vincent had such a mysterious look in this particular panel, and I came up with something. Vincent has always been a mysterious character, and I think we can all agree he was involved with many things before he met his death. So that got me thinking, what if he wasn’t smirking on the thought of his sons’ names, but instead on the change of eras? As the Queen’s Whatchdog, it is more than likely that he had already forseen a war breaking soon(ww1). Yana has already made it quite obvious that the Queen and Germany are eager to start a war. Therefore, I believe Vincent was referring to that rather than the actual convo.

Vincent’s Hair

i’m not a fan of men with long fringe, so vincent never appears to me as someone of that attractive.

but these…

these two particular panels really got my eyes glued! O_O like OMG! has he always been this good looking?! plus, his mysteriously nonchalant personality really got me into him even more.

btw i notice he has only done this hairstyle twice, and both for important events (it could be due to victorian’s etiquette though, idk).but it’s just like telling…”enough with the party, let’s get serious from now!” and i think his attitude also changes and get a little serious than when he has his fringe all down.

idk what people call this hairstyle, but…


p/s: i remember ciel also got to style up his hair just like his father does few times, but sorry baby, you still got a long way…;)

anonymous asked:

I loved the little scenes you wrote for the princes' babies (I died they were so cute!!) and I was wondering if you could do the same for the butlers?

Sure! Butler baby fluff coming right up!


Claude: The sound of crying echoed throughout the room as you and Claude stood over the cradle of your son. Said son was crying for…a reason you had yet to determine. Claude was convinced he just needed to go to sleep. You, on the other hand, thought it might be something more reasonable. Claude was currently rocking your son in his arms, whispering soft soothing words to try and convince the babe to sleep. You watched with a raised eyebrow, your arms folded and your foot tapping impatiently on the floor. “It’s not going to work,” you murmured. Claude ignored you, turning his back to continue rocking the child and telling him stories. Instead, your son only cried louder and, finally, you lost your patience. You strode over to Claude and snatched your son out of his arms. Before Claude could even open his mouth to protest, you opened your shirt, exposing a breast. Claude’s cheeks were bright red as you hold your weeping son up to your breast. “Come on, there you go,” you said sweetly. Your son latched onto your nipple and began to suck, his tiny hands touching the side of your bosom. You raised your eyes to give a knowing grin. “Who knows what to do? Mommy does,” you sang, walking over to the rocking chair and beginning to rock as your son continued to feed. “That’s right, you’re a mama’s boy, aren’t you? Yes you are~” you cooed. Claude looked away, his cheeks still red and a pout on his lips. He would not be jealous of his son. No way. ….Even if he did think your breasts were his.

Luke: “I’m sorry I’m late!” Luke called out, entering his room. You looked back at him and smiled. “It’s alright. I’m just about to put him to sleep.” Luke looked at the tiny blue bundle with awe, just like he always did. His son was a wee thing, but his hair was already growing fast - and Luke knew it was his hair color that his son had inherited. It wasn’t that Luke was upset by this. He thought the whole process was interesting - who would his son look more like - you or him? Unfortunately, with Keith ordering him around a lot, he didn’t get to spend as much time with his child as he would like. “Would you like to do it?” you asked, breaking his reverie. Luke’s eyes widened and fear flashed across his face. “Are…are you sure…?” he asked. Save for the one time he had held his boy moments after you had given birth, he had yet to hold him again. It unnerved him, it worried him. What if he didn’t hold him right? What if his son cried? What could he do wrong that only he could do? You nodded, holding out his baby. “Yes, it’s about time you did something and held him more. I can’t hold him all the time, you know. Plus, you’d be missing out on something special.” Luke tilted his head. “Like what?” Your eyes twinkled. “You’ll see. Here, come, let me put him in your arms.” Luke took his son into his arms carefully, making sure he supported the head properly. Then, at your command, he began to rock him back and forth, slowly and carefully. You smiled, watching Luke with love in your eyes. “It’s alright, Luke, he’s not made of glass or anything.” “Still… he’s so small…” Luke murmured, gazing at his son lovingly. “It’s like…” he stopped, a small gasp escaping his lips. Your smile widened. “See?” Luke watched with wide eyes as his son yawned, then snuggled into Luke’s chest, his tiny fingers curling slightly into his vest. Tears filled Luke’s eyes and it was all he could do not to hold his baby tight against his chest. You just watched with a happy smile, enjoying the view of father-son bonding.

Alberto: “Alberto, could you pick her up? I can’t get to her right now!” You called, your arms full of cloth. Alberto looked helplessly at his wailing daughter, biting his lip. It was hard being a father, he decided. While he had been ecstatic at first at the prospect of finally enjoying fatherhood, he had been sad to find that his face was a source of discomfort for his daughter. Eyes that matched his in shade would fill with tears at the sight of him and it wouldn’t be long before she began to cry. This particular crying fit was not caused by him, for once. You had tried to reassure the Altarian butler that it had nothing to do with his face, but he found that hard to believe. Roberto had always teased him about his face being too serious and it hadn’t bothered him before. At least, not until now. “But, I’ll make it worse…” Alberto murmured, his eyes full of concern and yearning. You looked at him with an exasperated expression. “No, you won’t. Just pick her up and rock her! You know how to do that!” “….Alright.” Alberto stepped forward and picked up his little girl, cradling her in his arms and beginning to rock her back and forth. “There there, there there.” To his surprise, she began to settle down. Her tears dried up and her wailing became little more than blubbering. He slowly began to feel more confident and he continued to rock her back forth, whispering sweet words of love to her, smiling down at her. His daughter’s eyes gazed up at him then and Alberto froze, wondering what would happen now. A few moments later, his daughter smiled up at him, cooing happily and reaching up towards him. Alberto knew his heart was melting in his chest and a warm, breathtaking smile covered his lips. “Hello little one, don’t worry, daddy’s here.” He lowered his face to hers, still smiling as he let her touch his face. Her soft coos of affection were music to his ears and he never wanted this moment to end. You, meanwhile, watched them with a loving gaze, not noticing Roberto sidle in beside you. “So, Al’s princess is finally smiling at him?” he whispered to you. You nodded. “Yeah.” Roberto paused, then leaned over again. “Gas.” “…..Not funny.”

Yu: The head steward of Oriens hummed happily, a single daisy clutched between his fingers. He was all done with work for the day and he was ready to spend some well deserved time with his wife and daughter. He knocked on the door and when he heard a soft, “Come in!”, he opened the door. His eyes found his wife and daughter on the floor, playing with some of the toys you had gotten for her from your baby shower. “I’m back,” he said. “Welcome home,” you replied, tilting your face up so he could give you a kiss. “How have my girls been today?” he asked. “Good. No trouble at all today,” you replied, a smile on your lips. Your daughter touched one of the wooden blocks, then released a delighted squeal, patting the block excitedly. Yu chuckled and picked up his girl, rubbing his nose against hers. “I missed you today,” he said, warmth thick in his voice. He then held up the daisy to his daughter’s eyes. “I saw this and thought you might like it.” He noticed her gaze on it and how she reached for the pure white petals. “What do you think?” He brought it closer to her for inspection, smiling as her small fingers grasped the fragile petals. “Careful now,” he murmured, tapping the center of the daisy on her nose. His daughter blinked as some pollen dusted her nose. Yu chuckled again and dusted it off. “Sorry, love.” He kissed her cheek. “I’ll bring a flower for you every day, if you like.” His daughter looked up at him and smiled, squealing a little as she reached up and touched his face. “Very well. I’ll take that as a yes.” He kissed her tiny hand, marveling at how tiny her fingers were. “I’ll do as my lady commands.”

Jan: “Peek-a-boo!” Excited giggles and shrieks erupted behind you and you could only smile and roll your eyes. “Where am I?” A gasp. “Here I am!” More squeals of delight pierced your ears and you turned, looking back at your husband and his son. Jan, as you had always predicted, was definitely a family man. He always made sure his work was completed before you went to bed with your son and always managed to put some time aside so he could play with him. Your son was the spitting image of Jan and you could never resist those deep sapphire blue eyes whenever they gazed so innocently up at you. “Careful, darling, you don’t want to wake up the whole castle!” You called, turning back to your book. “Don’t worry, we won’t!” Jan smiled down at his son, tickling the babe’s belly. “And even if we did wake up His Highness, we could just blame it on a cat. Right? Right?” He ran his fingers teasingly along the boy’s sides, prompting more excited coos and squeaks from the infant. “That’s my boy. You’ll be a master of Dres Vanian loop holes in no time.“  You chuckled and rolled your eyes again. One thing was for sure, Jan’s son would definitely be spoiled by his father.

Louis: "May I? Please?” You smiled. “Of course.” Louis took his daughter from your hands, holding her close against him. He ran his fingers through her soft, ebony locks and kissed them. “Time for bed, ma petite.” Sea blue eyes gazed back up at him; curious, but trusting. With a warm smile, Louis laid her down onto the changing table, making sure everything was prepared. He began to hum a simple tune, but it soon gave itself words, the song being that of a familiar Charlesian lullaby. Louis undressed his daughter slowly but carefully, making sure every article of clothing was carefully tucked away inside the hamper. He then took her nightgown - snow white and decorated in delicate lace - and slipped it carefully over her body, singing all the while. Soft coos of contentment soon became little squeaks of sleepiness and Louis found his daughter beginning to sail into dream land, her eyes fluttering as she tried to fight off her fatigue. “Now now, mon petit lapin, it’s time for sleep.” He carried her over to her crib and laid her carefully into it. Then he picked up his violin and began to play the lullaby he had been singing, watching as his daughter was soon claimed by her dreams. Louis continued to play, however, wanting to make sure his daughter was completely asleep. As soon as he was done, he turned back to put the violin away. His eyes found you asleep in bed, your head turned to the side on your pillow. He smiled lovingly and got into bed with you, stroking your temple and pressing a kiss to your skin. “Merci beaucoup, mon ange. Beaux reves.”

Zain: The dark-haired butler of Nobel Michel was working steadily away at some paperwork - the remaining loose ends of a ball held in honor of the changing season. He was suddenly startled to find a pair of wide, emerald green eyes gazing up at him and a soft, small hand touching his cheek. “Ah…” He lifted his gaze from the eyes of his son to yours - only to find sympathy swirling in your own orbs. “Sorry, he got fussy.” You offered a small smile. “He wants to see his father.” Zain offered a wry smile of his own and took his son into his arms. “I miss you too, little one,” he murmured, rubbing his nose against his son’s. The babe cooed and smiled, continuing to pat Zain’s cheeks. “I’m sorry I’ve been so busy.” “Lord Nobel says that when you’re finished with this, you have the next two weeks off.” He looked up at you in shock. “He wants you to spend time with us. We can use the house across the lake, so that we won’t be too far in case of an emergency.” Zain nodded, a smile touching his lips. “…Okay.” He couldn’t deny that he was a little worried, but Theo was getting better at his butler duties. He supposed he could let it go. That, and he was yearning for some family time. He lifted his son into the air, smiling as the boy squealed at the gesture. “You like that, huh?” He lifted him up and down, up and down, listening to his son’s squeals of delight. Zain turned to you and kissed you softly. “Thank you, I needed this,” he whispered against your lips. “You’re welcome,” you replied, your cheeks flushing pink at the gesture. Zain offered a warm, loving smile, then continued to lift his son into the air, wanting to keep this moment going for as long as possible.


I’m sorry Zain’s is so lame. I may change it to something better later. >.> I gotta go to bed now, but I hope you liked it!

Thanks for asking! :)