#ciel x reader

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༊*·˚ 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖗 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖉

INCLUDES | Ciel, Sebastian, Grell, Undertaker, Alois, Vincent,

READER | Gn

GENRE | Fluff, Headcanons

WARNINGS | Mention of the word seductive in a non suggestive way

WORD COUNT | 0.3k (50ish per character)

A/N | Is there any other character from Black Butler who'd you like me to add to these headcanons? Please let me know :D

🪻 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌

Sebastian

He's the loving type and there's nothing you can do to convince me otherwise. Despite being a demon, he'll make sure you're his monarch and he's only ever doing what you ask of him. Of course, due to his personality, he'd absolutely love to tease you, but it's more of a love language for him.

Undertaker

His way of showing affection is far more seductive; teasing you often with heart-fluttering jokes and close proximity. He knows the best ways to edge you on and it's really what he wants, however when you do the same he'd tend to get more intimate (in a fluffy way).

Vincent

This man knows he's attractive and what's the least he can do than shower his S/O with gifts and love. He knows his partner's interests and likes, so it's quite simple to pick out good and high quality gifts, and although it isn't common, he doesn't mind physical affection such as hugs or kisses.

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Ciel

What more can you expect from our tsundere king. Ciel isn't the best at expressing his emotions and because of it, it often causes him to come off as cold to his S/O.. however, he is an easily flustered boy, who will definitely become flushed in blush if his partner is just one step too close. He will often buy his partner gifts though.

Alois

He's been through a lot, so he doesn't enjoy the company of someone more than that of his S/O. Now, Alois is a great lover, fight the wall; but he's also quite clingy, and that is mainly because of his fear to lose yet another important person to him, so he'd often have nightmares where he'd need to cuddle up in between your arms.

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Grell

There's no need to say, they'd shower you with complements and absolutely die when you do the same. Their affection has no limit and they're willing to sacrifice absolutely anything for you, and of course, they love it when you show the same level of care and sincerity for them.

[tinaswampdweller]

A small little ‘Drabble’ I guess about Ciel and wanting a specific reward from you

It had always been odd, to Ciel, the way you chose to show your affections. Opting out of a common hug, a polite handshake or even a juvenile ruffle of the hair. All actions he reluctantly had come to expect from the adults surrounding him. Even little Lizzy had begun to infantilise him with her tight embraces and slobbery kisses on his forehead.

Your choice of affections were unique, bordering on inappropriate. He was betrothed, despite how he felt towards the fact, he knew not to ever divulge the means of your affection.

He found himself trying a little harder to appease you, the rare times he saw you. That was a lot for him, making effort? It wasn’t his style, he’d usually leave that up to Sebastian, but the idea of you rewarding his butler with a kiss on the neck almost brought bile to his lips.

“A rose? What is the occasion, Earl Phantomhive?” you had asked softly, a playful tone present in your words.

A soft blush had formed on Ciel’s ivory skin, still visible even under the dim lights of your balcony. It wasn’t even your tone, just the idea of doing something so explicitly romantic caused the embarrassed flush of colour. This wasn’t his style.

“My butler had a spare from trimming the roses bushes earlier … I didn’t want it to go to waste.” He explained softly, reluctantly.

“Hmmm, nonetheless, thank you Queens Guard dog for … fetching me a rose.” you said with blinding smile. Dimples carved deep into your cheeks on show and white teeth gleaming.

Ciel gulped at the sight, opting to look away. Your smile was ravishingly beautiful, being the cause of it always made him feel overwhelmed. Lizzys gummy smile always reflected her age, a happy, spoiled child. Your smile was blinding, gorgeous with a hint of a slyness.

Pulling the rose closer to your face, the scent flooded your nostrils. The smell of a fresh rose was deep, strong and dark. Giving it was an innocent action with darker intentions hidden beneath.

You took a step towards the boy, he flinched at the sound of your heeled boots. Leaning towards him, you found his position adorable, his neck on display and red face still turned to the side. The top button of his navy shirt had been undone, you suspected in preparation. Ciel wasn’t usually so easy to read, everything was a game of chess to him. Perhaps, this time he didn’t feel the need to hide his intentions or desire. It wouldn’t keep him steps ahead in this game even if he tried.

Placing the rose on the balcony behind him, you used your free hands to pull him closer against you by his slender waist. He still refused to look your way as he allowed you to control him.

Your lips were cherry coloured due to the maids choice of makeup today. ‘A great choice’ you thought, knowing that it would stained better and brighter on his porcelain skin.

When Ciel felt your lips on his neck, it was searing hot, and tingly due to his sensitivity. It was a soft and sensual kiss, almost causing him to melt and drop his head back more to expose more skin. Your lips left his neck for a moment and he thought it was over until you returned. Multiple kisses this time, opened mouth kisses, ones unfamiliar to him. Making his eyes widen at the difference in feeling.

These kisses made your others feel like childish pecks. They made his knees buckle and his breath hitch. He almost fell back onto the banister but your grip on his waist was firm as you continued your assault.

You pulled back suddenly and gripped his chin, tugging him to face you. His eyes were shaking, an almost scared look present on his features, scared of your kisses, scared of how much he was enjoying them, scared he might have found a new addiction and scared he might never be able to look at Lizzy again.

You smiled, playful and sly, before moving to the other side of his neck. Sucking gently on the soft flesh. Ciels eyes closed and he breathed heavily, deeply. He was sure some marks would be left, but it wasn’t nothing a little powder couldn’t cover.

Sorry if some phrases, wording and grammar were incorrect. I’ve not written in a long time. I hope enjoy your day.

[xlun1ax]

II) Lover scenario

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❥ More than that > reader x male lover

Fluff, sleep, unconscious, kissing, touching, mild suggestive, hugging

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It was 9pm

When Your lover came homelate his excuse? His co-workers wanted to hangout with him there was no harm in bonding with them. And, knowing you you would be more than happy to hear he grew close with others since you tend to encourage it.

He knew your habits like on the back of his hand at nine you would slow down your routine get ready for sleep so he was full on expecting you to do your usual stretch or another quiet hobby like watching a show or reading.

But this was a rare sight.

Your legs were on top of the couch. Like your pretty feet was full on dangling there on the backrest. His brow was raised in contemplation while taking a step towards you wondering if you found a new hobby that made you in the new position but no,

oh dear, his heart skips a beat.

You fell asleep.

You were hugging your phone, while your hair was tossed to cover the pillow, you didn't look ready for bed like you usually do. It took a while but he arrives to a conclusion. Seriously would it hurt to ask him to come home early? You always say you don't like texting because it's a hassle. You prefer face to face interaction only when he's around you would be honest with your intentions seeing that phone on your chest. you were waiting for him to text you when he'd come home.

It made his heart ache at how cute you can be sometimes dispute your ego.

His eyes drank in the sight of you letting out a sigh recognizing your sleeping habits that he grew familiar to. He doesn't know why, but whenever you'd sleep you tend to lift up your shirt until it shows your sweet subtle waist till your bra band,

Or more .

It was a question he never got an answer to he really doesn't get why. Not that he's complaining about it, it's just one of the unimportant things that tend to linger in one's mind. Perhaps it's cause you had a phase where you slept naked, who knows? But because of this habit of yours he had developed his own habit.

He leans in towards your lower abdomen kissing the skin his lips lingered on it that when he pulled away it was coated with slight wetness of his lips. He knows that's where's a baby tend to be planted if you guys decide to have one. But regardless of not having one he came to love that part of you often kissed you there. The habit became obvious whenever he sees you asleep.

“seriously what are you doing to me my love” he mutters as he looks up at your docile state unconscious. He didn't think he would put so much effort in a girl but you proved him wrong, You had trust issues heck it took a long time for him to win you over then you get overstimulated easily he couldn't touch you if he didn't do it right it makes you annoyed but seeing you sleeping Infront if him. Made him realize how much you trust him now.

He could do anything while you're unconscious you knew about it. You voiced your concerns about the possibilities but now it's all worth it he's the closest that anyone will ever be to you...

How can he not take pride in that?

You were a hard nut to crack but it was all worth it in his opinion although he'd be dead if you find out he kissed your tummy whenever you're sleeping. He can already picture the endless teasing. He kissed the corner of your lip ready to get off you.

But to his surprised

You grabbed his wrist pulled him back on the couch. Without letting him process it you went up on his chest nuzzling your face into his neck planting a soft kiss on it.

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't blushing.

“L-love” his voice cracked as he gazed down at you he gulped parting his lip about to speak but you cut him off “I waited for you, is that all you're gonna give me?” you muttered making his face rival the redness of a tomato

“I didn't think you'd be so needy today ” he murmured covering half of his face. He can't comprehend this normally your arousal state would be near you period..

What date is it today.

Your lips crashed into his before he could remind himself. He knew it was coming but it never fail to make him weak he feels himself shiver while holding the couch fabric for any semblance of stability.

But you're too much of a weakness for him. Any more it's enough to make him fall to his knees. He lets out a moan louder than usual when you let your tongue in. The loud volume took you by surprise making you pull back rose an eyebrow at his reaction before a chuckle slips out of your mouth in amusement.

He never fail to amuse you and you love that about him.

His eyes hover to the side feeling embarrassed by his out burst. He didn't wanna believe that was him but your reaction says it all “stop laughing ” he grumbles flustered at your burst before your laughter dies down shaking your head.

Your expression was soft being beside him always manages to make you feel better suddenly that heavy feeling felt lighter. But is it gone? No.

You need more.

More than that to feel much better.

He knows.

It's not everyday you wait for him when you are being transparent like this it's because you want him to know how much you want him. You are careful you knew he picks up on detail that's why you calculate every movement it's sad you have to act like this that's why he savours every drop of transparency that you let out.

It's too good

It's addictive

You're addictive

It makes him want more

And he knows the question is coming

“sorry that was a bit much but, ” your voice was soft like lullaby to his ear you finger on his cheek was like carefully tracing a textured art work he loves the attention. The attention that is so hard to grab.

“ you don't need to apologize I was just surprised ” it was true you didn't because he loved it soo much he wants more you can see it in your eyes you both can't help but feel lucky to have a partner that understands you guys better than anyone.

This is your guys home. A home where you both can be honest with each other in. A safe place that will never be tainted.

Savour it

Love it

Cause time is limited

You don't know when the clock will stop ticking

That's how you guys feel with each other inside the house.

More.

I need more time with you

“that's a relief than lovely, can i have more?” your voice rung your thirst was obvious and he loves it. You both could be obsessed with each other and you guys don't care.

“you can more than that my love ”

If you want more and more is what you'll get.

You guys are willing to give each other more than anything in this world.

Because to you guys you both had excided more than that with each other.

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Turns out he was right next morning you got your period.

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⢷A/n: as always thanks for reading luv you bub<3

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[bigproblemsfunnylife]

Tea for two: A friendship with Ciel

“A friendship with Sebastian”

Title: Headcanons

Relationship: Ciel Phantomhive & GN! Reader (platonic)

CW: Death mention, power imbalance, emotional repression/grief, protective behavior, mentions of violence.

—Ciel doesn’t trust easily, but over time, you’ve become one of the very few people he allows into his personal sphere.

—He doesn’t say “I trust you” outright, but the fact that he lets you stay in the room when he’s working, or occasionally asks for your opinion, says enough.

—Sebastian notices immediately how relaxed Ciel is around you—even if the boy would never admit it.

—You often sit in comfortable silence with him during tea breaks. He reads, you do your own thing—sometimes he’ll softly read aloud a passage he finds particularly ridiculous or clever.

—He pretends to be annoyed when you add sugar to his tea (“You’re ruining it.”), but secretly starts copying your preferences a little.

—The two of you exchange sarcastic banter constantly. You tease him for being so serious all the time, and he retorts with biting (but oddly affectionate) comebacks.

“Remind me why I keep you around again?”

“Because you’d die of boredom without me, your highness.”

—If anyone dares to insult or threaten you, Ciel becomes terrifyingly cold. You might not even hear the threat happen, but the person disappears from your life by morning.

—He’d claim it was “simply a matter of protecting his assets,” but his clenched fists say otherwise.

—In rare, quiet moments—like during a thunderstorm or after a particularly haunting mission—you see the boy beneath the title.

—He might let you see him cry once. He hates it. But he also never forgets the way you didn’t judge him or pity him. Just sat beside him.

—He’s not good at emotional expression, so he shows care through gifts: a rare book you mentioned once, a custom trinket with your initials, a scarf when the weather turns.

If you try to thank him, he scoffs: “Don’t get used to it.”

—You remind him of what it’s like to be a kid, even if just a little. Sometimes he’ll begrudgingly play a board game with you or let you drag him into some harmless mischief at the manor.

—You’re probably the only person who can make him laugh—really laugh. It’s rare, but when it happens, it’s sincere and surprising.

—You don’t pry into his trauma unless he opens the door himself. That’s something he deeply respects.

—Likewise, Ciel is fiercely protective of your privacy. If anyone tries to dig into your past, he’ll find out and put an end to it.

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ㅤᯓᡣ𐭩 𝖢𝖨𝖤𝖫 𝗑 𝖠𝖥𝖠𝖡!𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

HOW TO REJECT MY OBSESSIVE EX-HUSBAND

๋࣭⭑ֶֶֶָָָ֢֢֢𖹭 oneshot . (2064 words)

sum. ciel, haunted by the regret of his past life where he failed to love you, he showered you with affection in the second life, wanting you back.

ㅤㅤ like ciel? check out ciel/reader/jace drabble .

note : spoilers to the novel if you squint

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“wife.”

ciel purred. he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, a serene and affectionate smile gracing his often cold face.

his nose pressed against the crook of your neck, you could feel him planting several kisses along your shoulder— as if he were worshipping you.

breathless his eyes gazed back at yours, sparkling with adoration. “talk to me, wife,” ciel pleaded gently, pressing a loving kiss to your cheek.

you could only remain silent, flustered. though a part of your being hated him to the core, you could not help but melt into his affections.

you refused to give him any ounce of reaction that could feed his excitement.

ciel was intentionally doing this. barging into your bedroom in the middle of the night, begging for your attention and guiding. when you refused, he opted to drown you in his affections, hoping to chop down that guard you put up.

there was an incredibly good reason why you refused to open up to him. even ciel respected that choice you made because he was aware of it himself.

in your previous lives, he never did love you the way he did in your second life. before, he was reserved, stern, and cold. he was flawed in many ways. he was restricted from loving you due to his circumstances.

though he loved you all the same and more when he lost you.

life really showed him how much he took you for granted when you were killed by a monster that one day. ciel could remember it clearly, haunted by it that memory.

ciel was not a part of that mission when you had profusely asked him to. he reluctantly had to refuse you since he was busy with other matters, unfortunately.

but how much he regretted refusing you that day.

everyone in your team returned safe. except you.

you, who was killed brutally by a monster after recklessly deciding to risk your life for another guide. the team came home with the devastating news that soon reached his ears.

the team did not bother to recover your body. they gave an excuse that your body was not recoverable. ciel refused to believe that.

he burnt down the entire building into ashes that day, out of grief and terror, killing himself and everyone in it.

when he woke up, he returned to his world. his original world. and in the past too.

regardless, he vowed to love you again if he found you in his second life. he thought he needed to go back to the other world to find you.

to his luck, you reincarnated into his world. it did not take him long to trace you.

how did he know?

ciel remembered you, you every being. from your expressions to the way you move, to your preferences, to your scent, the way your guiding feels— everything.

he is obsessed with everything about you.

at first, the reincarnated you gave tiny signs. you had expressions and a pattern of speaking similar to the past you, ciel noticed. then, it went to your talents and skills. eerily similar to you.

then, he was blessed to receive your guiding.

your guiding.

one of the reasons why he felt incredibly blessed to have met you, to have you as his only guide. undenying pleasure and comfort. that was what your guide did to him.

you became his home. his home that he took for granted. his home that he should have shown love despite his restrictions.

when ciel felt your reincarnated self's guiding, he knew it was you. his wife. his dearest wife.

as if the hollow soul of his was resorted, your guiding washed over him like the gentlest of waves.

he clung onto you ever since then, following you like a lost puppy. you never gave any confirmation that you were his wife from his former life, but he does not need any vocal confirmation from you.

your guiding proved everything to him. you two are still linked, even after death.

you refused to open up to him. he understood why. he was never a good partner, or a good husband to you.

ciel was utmost cold to you, to everyone.

though no words could excuse his actions, but his coldness stemmed from the fact that he was taken from his real home and was forced to become a lab experiment and soldier due to how strong he was as an esper.

he could not show his emotions.

you could be in danger because of it.

you were, in every way, his weakness. his only weakness.

you died before he could even show you an ounce of his true feelings.

regardless, that was his regret. his only regret. never loving you the way you deserved.

therefore, he wishes to love you properly then. with you in this world with him. no one to force him around, no city to save— he could focus on you and solely you.

but you refused him. for months.

ciel refused to give up.

you were guarded, only to him. the unspoken pain clung onto you, the one that was haunted by the past. the one that made you incredibly wary of him, unable to trust him.

since in two of yours' first lives, you gave him the world.

ciel did not return it back then. he could not either way.

but he wished to give you the world now.

he longed for you.

with your every denial, rejection, and refusal, it only deepened his longing. it stirred the fierce and fiery need within him to protect you and to make amends for all those moments he had failed and disappointed you.

even if it takes years. or the next life.

he wishes to love you just as you loved him back then.

ciel began to grow desperate— obsessed. he used any means within his power to string you back to him.

he is a duke in his world. he had every power to create a lot of obstacles within your life that could end you back to him.

was he crazy for this? absolutely.

but ciel never saw it as something incredibly wrong when all he wanted to do was worship the ground you walked on.

he showered you with gifts—anything your heart desires, he could send it to your front door in a matter of seconds if he could.

anything.

but ciel never got mad over your wary heart. only hurt. disappointed, but he respected it. wholeheartedly.

in a way, he knew he deserved it.

ciel should have, at least, shown you how much he truly loved you back then. but he was a coward, until the end.

he was not going to give up on the opportunity anymore. even if he was going to be called insane, obsessed, and crazy by you. he would not stop.

ciel knew your heart beat the same speed as his whenever you two were together.

he knew, deep down, you still loved him despite everything.

because it is you. the sweet person that you are. a woman he never deserved, but his lives were blessed for him to meet you. to have you.

“i love you,” ciel whispered lovingly into your ear. a giddish grin on his lips, his cheeks flushed red as he continued to plant kisses all over your neck, hoping you would react.

you did not budge. you refuse to.

but your heart skipped a beat when he proclaimed his love to you.

until he decided to whisper into your ear, “wife, i love you, truly,” he repeated again, kissing your jawline, reverring in your warmth.

you could feel his heartbeat pounding against your back, the rhythm mirroring the emotions he was expressing. each of his words was a thread woven with vulnerability, regret, and a depth of longing that surpassed lifetimes.

he held you close to himself. “i will love you now,” he muttered weakly, gritting his teeth. “as i now have a chance to love you freely without any shackles,” his saddened yet loving eyes slowly met yours.

“even if it takes another lifetime for you to forgive me, i will love you until the next,” a promise that transcends the universe.

he hoped to peel the layers of past misunderstandings, showing the aching remorse he harboured deep within since his first life.

your chest clenched. you knew what he said was genuine. his eyes said it all.

you had spent a few years since you got reincarnated to nurse the wounds of an unreturned love from your past life— only for the man who caused it to return to you, holding you like a lifeline amidst a storm.

the memories, the loneliness, and the betrayal lingered, holding you back like invisible chains. but yet, you ended up accepting his love.

he pressed desperate kisses onto your shoulder, your neck, your cheek, then your forehead, but he never leaned to your lips.

he knew that needed to be earned.

ciel wanted to earn it.

ciel let out a shaky sigh, resting his forehead on the back of your head. he was falling apart at the seams.

a part of him wished you never remembered your shared past life. he wanted to sweep you away and begin a fresh new start with you.

but that would be absolutely selfish of him.

he would have never redeemed himself if so.

“i'll never let you go again,” he vowed, kissing the top of your head. “i'll wait for you, i swear,” he left a sloppy kiss on your neck, desperate. he could feel tears stinging the corners of his eyes as he gripped onto you.

you never gave him an answer; you could not.

your heart thundered painfully in your chest. you were torn between the past and present. you yearned to lean on him, to believe things could truly be different as he promised.

but your memories of your unreturned love held you back.

“i can't undo the past,” ciel muttered brokenly, grasping onto you as if you would disappear if he let go. “but i want to show you the love you deserved now and then,” he murmured quietly with honesty.

for the first time, it was you who looked at him, letting his words sink in. his eyes were shimmering, no longer cold and dead as you once knew. the sincerity, it was almost overwhelming.

ciel was different.

you could feel the weight of his regret, the depth of his untold love, and the weakness he had solely for you. all bare and vulnerable.

slowly but surely, your hand rested on top of his—

contact guiding.

you willingly gave it.

you willingly gave your guiding to him.

ciel gasped, his cheeks immediately flushed red as he choked up in pleasure at the overwhelming comfort of the feeling.

his heartbeat increased, and his hands moved from your waist to grip yours. his longing eyes, filled with love, met yours. “m, may i?” ciel choked out, his entire face decorated with a bright colour of red.

you knew what he meant.

despite the shackles of the past, you nodded. you allowed him.

because in the end, no matter what he did, you still love him so. you were a fool like that.

at your nod, ciel quickly grabbed you by your hips to turn you around. his hands gently yet urgently cup your cheeks.

his eyes scanned your face, as if searching for hesistance, any ounce of rejection— there were none.

he dived down to your lips, locking his with yours. the kiss was tender, as if ciel was pouring every lifetime's worth of regret and love into it.

his lips trembled against yours, fearing you would pull away out of regret. he held you close, his touch spreading a gentle warmth through you.

you tried pulling away from the kiss, but he dived back down to your lips. he intertwined your fingers with his.

the chains of the past, one by one, were beginning to lift, replacing that guarded heart of yours with hope of something new.

you could never forget the past, but maybe.

maybe he could be the partner you had dreamt of him to be.

that night, he whispered words of love and devotion into the quiet night that belonged to both of you.

you allowed yourself to love again. in his arms.

and for ciel, maybe one day you will say you life him again.

he awaits for that day.

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To Be Loved By a Painter

Ciel Phantomhive x Reader

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“You’ve been sitting there, watching me for hours.” Ciel’s voice echoed through out his study. It was late into the night, the rest of the servants were asleep while Sebastian was off tending to anything around the manor. You and Ciel however—were staying up late. You insisted on staying with him until he finished his work. To which to his dismay, he had no choice.

“And not to mention, you’ve gotten paint all over the chair and the carpet.” Ciel grumbled as he sighed, rubbing his forehead. “I didn’t notice.” You smiled sheepishly, sweat dropping. “But I swear—! It’ll all be worth it.” You said, peeking out from behind your canvas. Ciel sighed, shaking his head. “What on earth are you even painting?” He asked, placing down his quill. He titled his head to the side, letting out a small yawn.

You looked back down at your canvas, then looking back at him. “Give me a few minutes.” You said, before picking up your paint brush once more. “Fine.” Ciel grumbled, shaking his head.

“Done!” You said, whipping the sweat off of your forehead. You placed your paint brush down in the small cup of water by your side. Ciel perked up from his work, then leaning back in his chair. You smiled, then quickly picking up the canvas and faced it to him. Your cheeks flushed, feeling your heart beating faster.

Ciel blinked slowly, dumbfounded. He saw the way you basically had captured every single detail of himself. From the soft sparkle in his blue eye, to almost the perfect size of his eyebrows.

You gulped, watching Ciel’s facial expressions change. “It looks wonderful.” He spoke up, glancing up at your worried face. “What? You think I wouldn’t like it?” He asked, raising an eyebrow as he smirked. A small smile formed on your lips. “A but, you worried me.” You giggled, then looking down at your work.

“I believe this is my most valuable art piece now.” You said, looking back at Ciel. “And it would look wonderful on my wall.” He said as he stood up from his chair and walked around his desk. He stood in front of you, gently taking the portrait of him out of your hands and placing it on his desk.

Ciel let out a small tired sigh, to which you yawned. “Come along now…let us get ready for bed.” Ciel said as he reached over and patted your shoulder, then guiding you towards the door.

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The next morning, you saw the painting hanging in his study, right above his fireplace. “Seriously?” You sighed, looking up at your painting. Ciel shrugged. “Technically, it was Sebastian.” “Do you blame everything on him?” “…next question.”

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“I'm nervous...” “Don't be.”

Sebastian smiled at you charmingly, hoping to calm your nerves even by a little. The two of you were standing outside the door that led into Ciel's quarters. This infamous boy, the 'Queen's Watchdog' as they called him.

Believe it or not, you were a marriage candidate for him. It was crazy to even consider, but there was a chance that he would say 'yes' to you, and just like that you'd be married to such an iconic person.

On the flipside, there was also the chance that he might say 'no'. That was always a possibility, unfortunately, and not one that you especially looked forward to.

Nobody wanted to be rejected, did they?

“Any last minute advice?” you looked up at the tall, black haired butler. He simply continued smiling down at you. “Just don't act too rashly, that is what I would advise.”

Don't act too rashly. Okay...that should be simple enough, right?

 Gulping, you readied yourself just as he pushed the door open and let you go inside. You truly had no idea what you were expecting, as he closed the door again and left you standing there in the glass walled conservatory.  

 The place where you had been tasked with meeting the young master Phantomhive was a pleasant one. Delicate rays of sunlight shone in between pastel rose petals, which surrounded a seating area of wooden furniture painted in flawless white. Upon the table there was a rack with an array of pastries, and two cups sat ready and waiting by the teapot.

 Upon the bench, there he sat.

 Ciel wasn't particularly tall, but you were instantly intimidated. Uneasily, you tried to approach with grace nonetheless, and caught his attention as soon as you were close enough to the side of the bench. Ciel slowly turned his head, and simply looked at you.

 “...”  For a brief moment, his eyes almost seemed to widen, and your hopes raised. Yet just as quickly he was wearing that placid mask again, one which didn't tell you even a little of what he was truly feeling. It felt so tense, knowing that you were being silently judged by him, worrying about what you should do or say.

 “...Aren't you going to sit down?” Ciel suddenly prompted, and gestured to the bench opposite from him. In an instant you were flustered, hurrying to take the spot.  “Ah yes! Of course, I apologize...I'm already wasting your time...”  He quirked a brow. First impressions...  ...You were very pretty. That much could certainly be said. You also seemed to be very shy though, to the point where it appeared to be hindering you somewhat, making you excessively anxious when you really didn't need to be.  

 As you sat yourself down, Ciel clasped his hands calmly in his lap and observed you thoughtfully.  “I'll admit that I did not expect you to be so...meekly mannered.”  “That's my fault, I'm afraid.” you admitted, going a little red in the cheeks as you shifted to get more comfortable. “I...I'm a bit of a shy person, you see...”

 “Hmm.”  Ciel pondered that. Well, you did come across that way. Was it necessarily a bad thing? That he wasn't sure of. It didn't actually bother him too much.

 So many of the potential candidates who had been sent to him had been too loud, too arrogant, or too annoying for his tastes. You were different from the lot of them...and though it made for a slightly awkward scenario, he was actually pretty relieved that you were.

 “...[Y/N], that's your name?” he prompted, to which you nodded and looked up into the one azure blue eye that he had to show. The other was shielded by a black patch, partially obscured further by his soft blueish hair. You could certainly see why so many wanted to be his wife. He was like a porcelain doll.

 But this only made you worry more about how worthy you actually were. Could you possibly be a good spouse for someone like him? You didn't know that you could...

 “Yes...that's my name...” you uttered, and Ciel sighed softly before pouring you some tea.  “Well tell me then, [Y/N]. What is it that drew you to me?”  Actually, that was something you could answer.  “Well it wasn't just recommendations from my family that made me decide I'd try my luck. I...I've heard so much about you, I've become so curious. And in person, you're a little...”

 It was just going to all come out now, wasn't it?  “...Stunning.”

…

 Funny how a single word could claim you that chance.

 A few days passed after the meeting before a finely written letter arrived at your parents' mansion, notifying you all of your success as a bridal candidate. Actually realizing that Ciel wanted to be with you...it was a dream come true.

 Of course, you were still nervous about it. Yet the more times you met him, and the more pieces that were put into place for your eventual wedding, the more you started to relax and fill that role.

 It was on your shoulders to put forth a good image, after all. To represent the Phantomhive name as best as you possibly could. This would mean standing tall and graceful before others, proving that you were a worthy wife. You couldn't allow your inherent nervousness to change that. To put it in jeopardy.  

 So...you asked him, one day:  “Ciel I...I would very much like it if you could teach me...”

 “Teach you?”  He turned away from the array of blue and violet roses he had been admiring, and faced you fully. “What are you seeking to learn?”  You clasped your hands before yourself. Over the past few meetings you'd had together, you'd yearned to ask for some sort of guidance. You would have asked Sebastian but he wasn't your butler, and he only seemed to answer to one...

 “...I see. You don't need to say it, I think I already know...” Ciel walked up to you, already smelling like the flowers around this place, “You wish for me to teach you how to be more regal? To be like a true lady of the house?”  “Mm.” you nodded, and looked up at him sheepishly. Call it old fashioned, but that was what you wanted.  “Alright. Sit down with me.”

 He gestured to the very same bench where you had sat together during that first meeting. As you joined him there, Ciel brought over the teapot and fine china cups, one of which he set down before you. He then handed you the teapot.

 “Pour me a cup of tea the right way.”

The 'right way'? What 'right way' is there, exactly?

 That was the question, wasn't it? Regardless, you obliged of course, nodding and proceeding to gently tilt the teapot. Immediately the lid almost fell off, but Ciel's pale hand quickly shot out and grabbed it before it could drop completely.

 “Careful.”  “S-sorry!”  “Why are you so nervous?”  “I-I don't know I just...”

 Your heart was pounding after that. You looked up at him, almost a little tearfully. “-I just worry about...humiliating myself, and then it ends up happening.”  “Perhaps if you stopped overthinking things so much then it wouldn't?” Ciel suggested, and you nodded. You knew he was right.

 “Here, let me demonstrate. You need to hold it by the top too. That way it won't spill out.” he explained, and positioned himself close beside you. As he did so, you only became more red faced. You couldn't help yourself. He only amplified the hindrance that you so typically had to deal with.

 “...Like this.”  If you hadn't already felt like you were blushing enough, he only worsened things as he laid his hands over yours and guided them gently. It was a simple task, pouring a cup of tea, but in this case you needed to learn to do it properly.

 “I think I know how to do it now.” you said, and then Ciel gestured for you to demonstrate. You did so, with poise and grace, and he looked satisfied.

 “That's it. You're doing well.” he noted, but you just looked at him with hesitation.  “I don't know...I feel like I could do so much better...like I'm not good enough...”

 Perhaps it was about time he made it clear to you. Without any reluctance on his own part, Ciel reached up with both hands and softly clasped your face between them. He held you gently, and leaned in closely before he spoke.

 “If you weren't good enough, I would never have chosen you.”

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[alastor-simp]

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝟏: His Butler, Unexpected Guest

Tags/Warnings: Isekai/Travel To Another World, Female Reader, Will be some swear words/curse words

Notes: This chapter will be short, I'm sorry, still trying to get a clear mindset of how I want this story to go, plus I will need to rewatch season 1 since I forgot most of what happened

Credit Divider: @thecutestgrotto

**In Present Time- 2025**

"Sigh, what a day." Walking through the door of your apartment, you heaved a sigh of relief, having just dealt with a tiring day at work, legs aching from standing up all day. No way said working in a chef kitchen would be easy, but the pay was good and it let you do what you enjoyed the most, cooking. Hanging up your work attire, you ventured closer to the lounge area of your apartment, plopping down on the couch, head leaning back against the cushion. Pulling out your phone, the digital screen read 8:45 PM, indicating it was time for dinner. After washing up in the bathroom, adorning your kitty-themed lounge-wear, you headed to the kitchen, cooking up some ramen noodles, ready to relax and enjoy your anime marathon time.

Once the food was all set, shuffling to the couch, you laid back again, pulling out your headphones and sticking them in your phone, along with your charger, since the battery on your phone was drained from watching anime on your work break. Swiping at the screen, fingers tapped on the anime button, rapidly pressing on S1 of Black Butler, as episode 1 began to play. This series was your go to show, it was something you could watch over and over again, and never get tired of it. It's story focused on the main protagonist, Ciel Phantomhive, abused by a cult, having also witness his parents being murdered, managed to summon a demon, Sebastian Michaelis, and form a soul contract with him, where his soul would be offered as payment after he exacted revenge on those who tortured him and planned to have his family exterminated. You were happy that the anime was still ongoing, including the manga, as you patiently waited for the next chapter to drop.

"If there is any god out there, please give a chance to meet these characters. It would be such a cool experience" You said, looking up to the ceiling, praying to whatever make believe god to grant your wish. Pfft, yeah right, the chances of that happening were slim, but oh well, a girl can imagine. Wrapping yourself in a blanket, head pressing against the couch cushion, you continued to watch the show, laughing at certain parts of the episodes, until you felt your eyes grow heavy, falling into a deep sleep.

**Time Skip**

There was odd voices speaking in the background as you slept, two of them sounding frantic while the other was very gruff. "Oh dear, oh dear! What happened to them?" "She was laying there all by herself, I hope she is alright." "She looks very pale, poor lass." The voices got clearer and clearer, making you open your eyes, "Huh?" Upon opening them, you noticed that you were not in your apartment anymore, the room being incredibly massive with a chandelier hanging down, and tall windows. "What the?" Jolting up, your eyes continued to dart around the room, wondering where the hell you were. The voices you heard belonged to the three individuals on the other side of the room, one dressed in a maid outfit with glasses, one in a gardeners outfit, and the other with a chef outfit. They noticed you had awoken, scurrying closer to you to see how you were doing. "Oh she is awake she is." The maid inched closer to you, her large glasses nearly falling from her face.

The gardener had grabbed the blanket that was on the seat, covering it around your shoulders, "Are you alright miss? You were outside in the blistering cold." He said, his innocent eyes peering at you. "Y-yes I am" Your answer heaved a sigh of relief from the young boy, glad to know you were okay. The gruff man patted your head, giving you a soft smirk, "You bloody scared Mey Rin and Finny to death." The words "sorry" left your lips the second the chef said that, brain still trying to process what was going on. "Wait? Mey Rin and Finny? Aren't those the names of the servants from Black Butler?" Mind cluttered with thoughts, you tried to figure out what in the hell was happening. "Oh I must let the young master know our mysterious guest is awake." Mey-rin bolted out of the room, nearly tripping on her shoe-laces as you were left with the other two servants. After waiting a couple minutes, the door to the room opened, where a tall butler walked in, with long black hair flowing down his face, wearing a devilish smile . Along side him was a another male, dressed in a knickerboot suit with shorts, cane in one hand and an eye patch on the other.

"Finnian, Baldroy. You are free to return back to your duties." The butler spoke, as he gave a smile to the servants. "Yes, Sir!" Both of them gave a salute, turning to look at you with a smile as they headed out of the room, leaving you alone with the other two people in the room. The young boy walked closer, moving to sit on the other chair across from you, placing his hands on his lap, as he continued to stare at you. His eyes were monitoring you, probably trying to determine if you were a threat or not, yet there was a hint of kindness in them "Pleasure to be meeting you, My name is CIel Phantomhive, Lord of Phantomhive manor and the Queen's Watchdog. The man next to me is my butler, Sebastian." Sebastian gave you a kind smile, placing his hand on his chest and giving you a bow. There was no way this was happening, you must be dreaming. Pinching the side of your arm, you waited for the moment you opened your eyes, hoping to break out of this dream. When nothing happened, you realized this was reality, "What the fuck?"

-FIN-

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[earls-wife]

Prepare to be sick of me ahh i love your writing so much!!❤️ How about intimate moments with Ciel that some people might deem sexual but to them it’s like a normalized thing? Like them just having skin to skin moments alone 🌝🌝

Your wish is my command, have these snippets of brain worms that refuse to develop into butterflies. I headcannon the Earl and his wife are not societies prude ones. He still has class, he's just very dotting with her (and likes to use their affection to keep his business deals and other annoying members of society: cheap, in line and out of his home lol).

Keep the requests coming, if you dare. ;)

Reminder: OCiel is aged up to late 20s and goes by the name Astré here. For details, check out my page and my other works if you'd like!

Warnings: smoke, busybodies, suggestive moments but not detailed, naked but not described, Astré is a simp for his wife! I guess this could be considered NSFW....

Moments That Didn't Stay in The Dark

They didn't understand. How could they?

A fleeting temple kiss in a candles flame from a dark corner of the billardroom was seen as a scandal. To him it was a play for power. To bring her into his domain of authority among smoke, the clatter of a cue ball and his next target.

A caress to his wife's lower back on the rare occasion they danced at a gathering, a communication to say 'I desire you', not a reason for the gossiping hens of society to cluck behind their fans at them. Nuisances.

His gloved fingers hapazardly tugging the bodice of her gown back in place as a servant (MeyRin) squeaks out an apology for interrupting. He sighs wondering if he'll ever get a moment alone with his wife in his own home.

Her fingers gripping his thigh at the dinner table among guests that baggered him. Unlike upperclass tradition of hosts not sitting together, he simply didn't care. He wasn't letting other men near his bride, not when she looked so appetizing and stroked her thumb closer to...

Mumbling in French to her after a long day of work in the office. He had forced himself to spend time away so they could develope a routine outside of the honeymoon phase that still nipped at their hearts. Now in bed, he quickly removed her chemise and pulled her beneath him so he could kiss her heart and get lost in her arms before exhaustion took him. Sleeping together was mandatory and anyone who said his wife shouldnt stay in his bed would be escorted away by Sebastian. Two rooms? Please. Good riddance to the thought.

Desperate kisses dragged across eachothers lips, heated and full of fire while a shocked audience watched on. She had returned from a business deal (kidnapped), and his hands were quickly balling up her skirts in his hands to get to her, to her skin that was alive and not dead, like his family.

Kissing her ankle after she had a tumble playing crochet with some friends. A Lord on his knees? A ladies ankle, bear of a stocking? His wife's great aunt fainted seeing his affection so publicly, while other ladies watched in in envy of his wife. Other gentleman shifted uncomfortable with seeing the guard dog collared and smitten by a woman.

Astré (OCiel) kneeling before the bed, head resting in her hap as she carded her fingers through his hair after a case that left him spiraling. The demons clung to him yet she plucked each one and set them in a box for later deliberation. As the weight wore away he wrapped his arms around her waist burying his face in her stomach, desperate to know he's not alone.

His wife's hands caressing his back in the bath, not joining him for once, but insisting on doing a servants duty and washing him down. Her fingers trace his brand and her eyes soften with knowing the horrors. He turns and caressed her face assuring her that after all there time together, he isn't afraid of her touch...no matter how hesitant she may be. Astré quickly ignored her request to finish bathing him and pulls her into the bath instead to correct her assumptions. A wet night dress and a few evening delights later had her convinced he was telling the truth.

Breathless and sweaty from pleasure as the sheets stick to there bodies. His wife resting against his bare shoulder as he kissed her hairline, rubbing her arm as he summoned air into his lungs. She was gonna kill him with all that energy. But he wouldn't trade her hunger for him for the world. He just wished he could keep up better. He makes mental notes to ask Sebastian to find some 'reading material' to surprise her with next time she was in need.

[cielwritings]

Hii I saw you're back and I got excited! I hope youve been doing well. Are you excited for the anime and manga coming back bc I know I am 🎉

Anyways, fi you get time could you write hcs for Ciel x shy introvert reader who likes to draw him (and Sebastian) w/ their primary form of affection as quality time? Thank youuuu

! Ciel x an Introverted Clingy Artist S/O !

Hii! thank you so much for your kind words. I am very excited!

Ciel knows how quiet you are. As refreshing as it is, given his manor is quite loud from the servants, it's a little concerning. You were too quiet.

You'll come into his room asking how he was doing, then sat yourself right by his desk to sketch on the ground. He never saw what you were sketching, but it was.. intriguing, nonetheless.

Everyone was having tea in the garden. It was hard getting you out of his office to begin with, how clingy you were. And here you were, sketching at the table. He was considering ordering you to just go back to his quarters.

That was, until you suddenly straightened your posture and asked for you and Ciel to be alone briefly.

He was suspicious, but agreed nonetheless. He followed you to the other side of the manor, arms crossed. His jaw drops seeing what you gave him. A picture- no, a drawing of him. One could most likely mistake it as a picture. It was quite realistic. One of them was even of Sebastian.

He takes the papers, the ink fortunately being dried. He stared in awe, then asks. "Can I keep them?" along with, "Can I show this one to Sebastian?"

You agree, a smile on your face. Sebastian was quite surprised with the result as well, giving your hair gentle ruffles of appreciation.

From that day onward, he stopped getting annoyed at your clinginess. Instead, he was clingy, which you didn't mind. He kept trying to peek at your drawings though.. which you did mind.

[yan-lorkai]

Could I request a Ciel x Mother!reader who comes back to life after the fire? Reader doesn’t really remember what happened or how they are here now but spends their time giving Ciel love he’s missed

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: Yandere content, platonic yandere, slightly angst

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Ciel remembers seeing his parents' body, your body. He vividly remembers the look of terror etched on your face, remembers the smell of burning flesh, remembers how the flames engulfed the house and everything it once stood for.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ When he and Sebastian made the pact, the boy asked if there was a way to revive his family. He wished he could see his brother again, hear his father's soft laugh and feel your warm hugs, but the demon insisted there was no way for that.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ "Once a person dies, their soul is collected by Shinigami." Was the explanation offered. It was an explanation that didn't bring him any comfort at all and one that he hated, but he could do nothing but accept, however reluctantly.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Even without a family, Ciel proved capable of rebuilding the Phantomhive name and reputation again. He carries out all of the Queen's tasks with great excellence, leads the Funtom company and makes good investments. He buries himself in work and the adrenaline of his missions so he doesn't have to think about and miss his little family, the longing for simpler, happier times. On quiet days, where there is no form of distraction, however, he misses you, his brother and father too, his heart still cries for your absence and motivates him to complete his revenge.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ So... How can you be here now? Wearing the same clothes you wore that night a few years ago, the same beautiful smile and sparkling eyes that soothed him after a nightmare. How can you be here? He's gone through grief, he's continually faced sadness, but he can't stop the feeling of happiness and relief from taking over his chest as soon as you look at each other.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ You can't remember what happened, but he supposes it's for the best. He also wouldn't want to remember many of the things that happened, but he has to tell you, because you deserve to know the truth. It's a long, uncomfortable conversation, and by the end you're both crying together.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ But the comfort you bring to him, the affection and love he needs, make the pain in his heart lessen. He can handle everything now that you're back, he can enjoy your headpats after a hard day's work, hear you hum a lullaby to him at night, enjoy your delicious dishes, to have your hugs, in short, to live his characteristic double life between being Count Phantomhive and his son.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ And he tries to be a good son to you, he tries to make you proud of him, after so long feeling alone he needs this as much as you do, he needs the deep connection between mother and son. And he swims in his love as if he were still a little boy laughing and exploring the world in small steps, Sebastian likes to tease him for that. But Ciel can't bring himself to care. You are here and that's all that matters.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Though part of him wants to know how and why you are here and now, how it's possible - even Sebastian has a contemplative expression on his face, thinking and thinking and never coming to a conclusion. If Shinigami hold a person's soul when they die, Ciel can only hope that none of them come after you, because now that you're back he promises to protect you. He will use all the resources necessary to keep you alive and well.

[jinisnuggets]

𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑪𝒊𝒆𝒍

ᴾᵃⁱʳⁱⁿᵍˢ: ᴬᵈᵘˡᵗ! ᶜⁱᵉˡ ˣ ᴬᵈᵘˡᵗ! ᴳⁿ! ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

ᵂᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ: ⁰.³ᵏ

ᴳᵉⁿʳᵉ: ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ

ᵂᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ: ᴺᵉᶜᵏ ᴷⁱˢˢⁱⁿᵍ?

ˢʸⁿᵒᵖˢⁱˢ: ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵘˢᵇᵃⁿᵈ ᶜⁱᵉˡ ᵈᵉᶜⁱᵈᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵃᵈ ᵈᵃʸ.

The married life wasn't easy… both of you being young and a married couple, you were never exactly sure how to feel, but you were happy. You fell in love with him and he managed to fall in love with you. Maybe things hadn't started out in the best way but as time passed, you were sure you'd have a happy ending with him.

“Y/n.”

You glanced over at your husband who stood at the doorway looking at you, you smiled, you weren't having the best of days and you were honestly looking forward to this moment with him.

“Yeah?” You responded accordingly, Ciel took note of how long it had taken you to respond and he automatically knew something was wrong, he glanced behind him to check if his butler was hovering over him and upon seeing he wasn't he walked over to the bed where you sat and gave you a back hug.

“Are you okay?” He asked, concern filling every corner of his voice, which made you crack out a small smile. Throughout your time with Ciel you were never able to hear his concerned voice be directed at you, so hearing him talk to you with that pitch made you feel some sort of way.

“I'm okay Ciel, don't worry.”

Feeling his head which was now resting on your shoulder, he gave you a small nod in response to your comment. “Bad day?” He asked, at least wanting to have some justice to why you felt upset.

“Yes, just a bad day.”

Again, you felt his head nod in response to you. You both stayed in silence, feeling his breath touching your neck as he lightly kissed you, unwilling to trigger any of your defensive system and wanting to let you relax.

That was what married life with Ciel was like…

Quiet, peaceful, and although you always had disagreements. You would always fix them before you went to bed.

[married-to-google-translater]

This is for Ciel

Ciel Phantomhive (older)

It would be really shocking to come back and find out that someone had broken in while he was gone.

It was even worse to hear that you were injured.

Ciel would be sorry.

He would also blame himself.

Ciel should have protected you better.

You two live together after all.

And Ciel feels responsible.

Since he is the "Queen's guard dog" you would be in danger too.

And he wouldn't want to lose you.

Ciel would be a bit overprotective now.

Sebastian should be with you almost all the time.

You could protest but Ciel wouldn't listen.

He will also get you the best care available.

Ciel wishes you a speedy recovery.

He would try to work less.

Taking care of you would be important.

But when he was at work like the previously mentioned Sebastian would be with you.

You're going to get a lot of gifts when you're hurt.

Ciel does everything to make you feel as comfortable as possible.

[xlun1ax]

III) Lover scenario

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❥ Being difficult > reader x lover

• Your lover is sad you didn't give attention

Cuddle, attention, kisses, fluff, slight angst, slight suggestive

♡⃕

You're always making him confused.

He doesn't know why you're like this you just are. He remembers clearly yesterday you were acting like a bachelor. All you did in the morning, at night, when he's home, is that you just nodded when he greets you.

Barely a smile.

You barely talked.

You brush him away when he's trying to be affectionate.

Were you mad at him?

He asked if he did something wrong he even apologized for who knows what he did. He wonders if he breathed too loud that got you so distant like this.

But no,

You're just treating him like a roommate.

He's ready to punch a wall.

And that is what exactly he did.

“ouch..” he muttered While treating his wounds.

Yup it didn't work.

You still acted like a roommate. It's pissing him off.

Well it's not like you don't care. You do you just don't know how to approach the subject. Is he stressed with work? Is that why he punched the wall? Is something happening that he can't say out loud?

All you did when he made that hole was grab a medical kit gave it to him. But now sitting beside him his glare just says he's mad.

“you're looking at me as if I punched the hole” you say indifferently while watching the tv. Well that jap certainly did something considering he halted slightly before letting out a sigh “what's the deal.. did I do something?” he asked almost weak while tending his wounds his eyes landed on yours searching for answers.

“what no, what are you saying you did nothing” you replied with a confused tone though now that he spoke you think you got a faint idea. He clenched his fist as if the wound from earlier wasn't enough already he took your wrist pulling you closer with narrowed eyes

“then why are you ignoring me.” his voice low almost glaring at you he needs answers he needs it that's why you saw it a faint melancholy in his eyes. In a way you knew this would happen but you didn't think he would punch a wall just to get your attention now you just feel bad.

It wasn't on purpose.

But would he understand this is just what you normally do?

Your eyes darted examining his face the faint sweat, the almost teared eyes. Just two days of being distant. He's already so tortured. Imagine if you're ignoring him for more.

Why do you do this. Always hurting others.

“... sorry. But i never told you to stay” you muttered softly. But you didn't mean to say that last one out loud. Glancing your pupils at him.

But it was too late, your lover's eyes are already opened wide he gritted his teeth in frustration as a shadow cast upon his face.

There they go, you don't need another person pitying you again, getting mad at you again why won't they understand. You don't want that.

But to your surprise. He smiles at you cupping your face “i guess it's a relief that i decide to consult you early on.. must have been lonely ” he says softly kissing the corner of your eye. “you meant that sorry didn't you? Seriously you're so confusing everyday I feel like I'm learning something new about you” he laughs but you didn't laugh too if anything you feel

Threatened, confused

“y-you're not, mad?” you stuttered by surprise you just didn't get it normally people wouldn't react like this you mean it's not completely out of question it's just puzzling.

“why should i? No matter how difficult you're being i would always sit beside you even if you don't ask” he says with a bright smile.

You paused but without realizing a slight tug of smile was about to make it's way on your face. “hey!” Before he decides to pinch your nose making you let out a scowl instead.

He was frustrated but relief took over as he crashed his lips on your soft pinks it was soft, deep, with longing, and understanding as he pulled back resting his forehead on to yours “be as difficult as you want but seriously don't scare me like that i thought you were gonna break up with me” he chuckles with a small smile but you saw it.

The hint of anxiety in his eyes and language.

The evidence is all there he loves you.

And no amount of self doubt can make you blind to the obvious. In a way you felt in debt for the pain you made him feel, so it's only fair.

“lovely, can make me feel full” you asked with a soft smile and half lided eye. And he knows all too well what that means “as you wish my love” he says softly kissing you slowly laying both of you down on the couch.

As the night grew quite only thing visible for you two was the longing of love. The feeling of belonging.

The feeling of no matter how much you guys are being difficult the other would be there to understand and keep each other company.

And that's beautiful.

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Turns out you just felt overstimulated and got tired with keeping up your image that you decide to ignore everything

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A/n:- As always thanks for reading luv you bubs<3

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[sparklystarrrr]

HIII saw you were requesting and I also read your black butler post and loved your writing! I was wondering if you could write something for Ciel romantically (if you don't write for him romantically you can do platonic idm!) with a fem!reader who is incredibly unattractive because she has multiple scars/marks/burns etc all across her body and even a giant burn mark on her left face hidden beneath bandages?

If it's not too much can you also make her his childhood friend who he was really close with and was also kidnapped and abused by the traffickers (aka the reason why she has all of those scars on her body). Hope I'm not asking too much! If I broke any rules or boundaries pls lmk since I couldn't find anything about rules on your pinned post :⁠-⁠D

I'm fine with writing romantically for Ciel just because I'm not that much older than he is, I'm like 2-4 years older than him, so I totally don’t mind writing for him! He's one of my favs and when I was younger I actually had a bit of a crush on him...

I don’t have many rules when it comes to requests but they’re pretty simple! I wrote them on my pinned post after getting this request. Ciel is a very fine line between the characters I write romantically for and the one’s I won’t just because he’s 13, but I’ll only write fluffy romance or straight platonic stuff for him!

There will be absolutely NO SEBACIEL. I REPEAT. NO SEBACIEL. I doubt anyone who follows me would ever request that but there’s creeps in every fandom so it’s good to stay safe

Hurt, Not Broken

Synopsis: Puppy love with your trauma bonded, childhood best friend<3

Contains: Ciel P. x Fem! Injured! Reader, childhood friends trope, angst w/ fluff & comfort, a not-so-simple confession, Ciel isn’t engaged to Lizzy, Ciel is a bit of a meanie (what's new), set anywhere after Snake becomes a part of the Phantomhive staff, he's kinda ooc..?

Ciel was no stranger to injuries and what not. He'd come from a burning home at such a young age and was shoved into becoming the Queen's Guard Dog, leading him down a dangerous road. He’d gone through things no boy of his age, let alone status, should’ve went through. But luckily for him, he always had someone there with him. A close friend of his since early childhood, (y/n). She was a sweet young girl, of similar status to him. They’d been attached at the hip since they both first learned to walk and had became closer ever since.

Unfortunately, this ended up with them being abducted together. The two children, barely ten years old at the time, trafficked and abused. As much as the young boy was mentally harmed, including physically, (y/n) carried the burns and cuts from back then. Her’s were more prominent, more severe. She hadn’t been betrothed to anyone because no one wanted their sons to marry the girl deemed “unattractive” by the standards of the other noble girls. She dawned a large wrapped bandage across her face and had much smaller bandages on her arms and legs. It was a most sorry sight.

She was found in the Phantomhive Manor alongside Ciel Phantomhive and his staff more often than not. The manor was full of most unusual people, but it was home after the atrocities the two young childhood friends went through together. Ciel and (y/n) were usually found roaming the corridors of the manor, sipping tea in the courtyard, and occasionally finding time to gossip about drama with nobles. It was odd seeing the rather monotonous duo cackle over hearing the downfall of some random rich man who cheated on his wife and lost his whole family and business when it became public. It was warm to them though. It was like regaining a piece of their childhood one clumsy step at a time (the Phantomhive staff were very concerned but just happy that they were enjoying themselves…). On days like this, it was no different.

Or so they thought...

The day had started quite late; (y/n) had awoken much too late, what a lovely way to start her day... She had wrapped her own bandages in a rush. They were messier than usual but ultimately functional. At their tea table, Ciel sat right next to (y/n). Usually he’d sit opposite of the person he was having tea with, but (y/n) was a special person, no one like her existed. No one went through his trauma with him. She still stayed as well. The young Earl couldn’t imagine a universe where she wasn’t by his side. She was an angel in his world of demons. Almost like a fantasy, and little Ciel wasn’t one to entertain fictional stories. (y/n) (l/n) was someone he could truly call a friend! Or perhaps... more.

“Ciel, shall guess which type of tea Sebastian made this time?” She said with a straight face, unable to hide the sparkles in her (e/c) eyes. Even though she went through such a terrifying childhood, she still had that childish personality that was slightly unsettling for some. It was all normal for the two young teens though. Ciel rested his face as usual, speaking in his normally monotone voice,"If you insist we must. Although, such games do seem fit for young children.” Ciel reasoned.

“But wouldn’t it be much fun? We haven’t gotten to play games like this since we were much younger! Five years old or so, was it?" She spoke like she was about to bounce out of her chair. He let out a feather light sigh,"Alright, alright. Do make haste though, I have a meeting to attend to when this ends."He spoke rather sharply. A bit of the shimmer in (y/n)'s eyes dimmed. "Alright..." Her voice became just slightly more quiet.

Her hands fidgeted around the bandages on her arms under the puffed sleeves of her lilac dress. Tugging them and adjusting them to make the burns under it itch less. Sebastian came rolling a small cart of tea cups and a tea pot along with sugar cubes and honey up to the table.”Good evening Young Master, Madame (y/n). Will today be another guessing game?” He smiled.

“Yes! Yes it will, Sebastian.” (y/n) spoke, trying to keep her composure. He snickered at her enthusiastic response and set two tea cups on saucers in front of the two young Earls. Ever so gently, he poured the steaming, floral scented brown liquid into the small china cups. It was warm against her red flushed lips as she brought it closer to her mouth.

"Hmm... I don't quite know. It's floral and earthy at the same time. What do you think Ciel?" His eyes flickered up at her's, then back down. "Today's tea is a brew Sebastian commonly makes. How could you not have known? It was rather simple." He said in an uninterested tone. "Oh.. yes I assume you're correct." She set down her cup of tea onto the saucer. Her hands floated up to her face and fiddled with the bandages around the side of her face. They suddenly felt uncomfortable and loose. It was like they were slipping off her face.

"Is the tea not to your liking, Madame (y/n)?" Sebastian spoke softly. "O-oh, no, it's quite nice! I was just hoping I was able to guess it. That game has already subsided though. I just wonder how I was not able to guess the tea you make so often!" She sighed. The tall butler leaned down to her ear and smiled,"I put a subtle extra flavor in the brew today if that answers your question. Care to guess?" He said in a hushed tone. The sparkle shot back into her eyes.

She spoke no further, just raised the tea cup with the brew that was now slightly cooled up to her lips. She was about to get the perfect sip, guess successfully, then go on with her daily duties as usual. This would've been the case if Meyrin hadn't been right behind her with the cart Sebastian wheeled in, already clearing up the plates from the two small Earl's breakfast tea party. The pink haired girl tripped over a small out of sight pebble under the blades of grass, driving the cart right into the back of (y/n)'s chair mid sip.

The tea at her lips splashed up and dampened her facial bandages and the ones on her wrists. "O-oh my! Miss (y/n), I really do apologize, I do!" Meyrin scrambled to pat a frazzled and damp (y/n) with a napkin out of her apron. Sebastian calmly scooted the cart out of the way from any of Meyrin's clumsiness and walked over to Ciel who just watched this all go down. He looked completely gobsmacked, and what Sebastian would say next would practically push him closer to his death bed.

"May I implore you to assist Miss (y/n) with her bandages whilst I clean the table?"

Poor Ciel's soul nearly leapt out of his body (Sebastian would NOT be letting that happen). He choked slightly on the tea he just sipped and stammered. "Why? Isn't that the job of a butler?" Sebastian sighed, taking his sweet time collecting the porcelain scattered across the table. Ciel scowled. "It would be wise to assist a dear friend in need, would it not?" Sebastian nudged.

Sebastian's reasoning for this wasn't that he was just being a tad bit lazy no, never. This cheeky devil saw the clear feelings the two possessed for each other. He saw how Ciel would softly sigh and comply with whatever random activity (y/n) suggested they do. The young boy would look displeased with himself, yet entertain her activity anyways. In addition, he saw how (y/n) would only find herself comfortable replacing her bandages around Ciel. He wasn't allowed to be near, and neither were Meyrin, Finny, Tanaka, Snake, or Bardroy. There was puppy love between them and it was clear to see.

”Come (y/n). Your facial bandages are soaked.” Ciel grumbled, nodding his head to the manor while (y/n) trailed behind with one cautious hand on her slipping bandages.

The two young Earls sat quietly beside each other on (y/n)’s plush bed. Her room smelled of soft florals and the créme brulé she’d begged Sebastian to make her for breakfast. Ciel unwrapped the bandages from her face as gently as he could. Once they were off, her hand flew up in an attempt to cover the itching burn underneath. The young boy sighed.

“If you continue covering yourself I won’t be able to help.” He muttered. Her hand dropped shakily into her lap, fiddling with the wraps around her wrist. It was (y/n)’s turn to sigh at his words now,”Why have you been cold to me all morning?” The girl’s voice was barely above a whisper but Ciel heard just fine. “I’m unsure of what you’re saying.” The boy remained straight-faced and began unraveling a new roll of pristine white bandages.

"Well.. you made me feel like an idiot just earlier for not guessing the tea flavor right."

"I had no intention of doing so."

The room went awkwardly silent. Well, aside from the sounds of Ciel angrily grunting while struggling to untangle himself of the bandages he was supposed to be putting on (y/n). The girl watches as he tried un-knotting the white fabrics around his hands. His lips were softly pouted and his chubby cheeks were a blushed pink from embarrassment. It was clear he'd never had to do something like this before. Her hands gently assisted him "Let me help, Ciel."

His brows furrowed as he watched her hands unravel the soft bandages. The two were close... very close. So close that their shoulders were practically squished together like they were trying to melt into each other. She could hear his soft breaths while he could smell the fragrance of her perfume in her (h/c) hair. It was once again quiet but not awkward. It was a comforting silence.

Once (y/n) was finished, she pulled back any stray pieces of hair behind her ear on the side of her face where the burn was. It was an unfortunate burn. It removed her eyelashes and eyebrow, charring the skin until it was pink and stiff. To her, she was an ugly monster because of it. But Ciel saw it as nothing more than a sign that she survived. By his side, no less.

He was gentle while wrapping the bandages around her face. His hands were a bit shaky and he would get caught in the long bandages occasionally, but he successfully wrapped her face. The two remained close. Their noses were just a few inches apart. As they assessed the closeness, their cheeks warmed and the quietness of the room became just a bit tense and heavy. Ciel scooted back just a bit with his face slowly turning darker shades of red.

"I-I uhm, didn't mean to get that close, I apologize." (y/n) murmured shyly. "And thank you for helping me!" She smiled sweetly.

Ciel's heart was beating out of his chest and his face felt wayyy hotter than normal. He had to place a hand over his heart to calm himself because the close proximity to her lips and her beautiful smile was enough to send him soaring into the stars. He contained himself with a few deep breaths. "It was truly no problem. And I... um.." He trailed off whilst averting his gaze and furrowing his brows.

"Hm? Is there something you wanted to add?"

"Well yes... I apologize for my words earlier. I did not get to formally apologize yet." He spoke softly. It was odd seeing him so.. vulnerable like this. It made him look like the young boy he was rather than the Earl he was supposed to be. The two were just children, after all.

"You need not apologize," His body relaxed just a bit at her words. "Can we play another guessing game?" She asked quietly. Instead of huffing at her child-likeness, he nodded. "I assume we can."

"Alright let me guess something about you first."

"You're guessing things about me?"

"Yes! Now, let me think..."

(y/n) put a finger to her lip as she thought deep about what her question would be. As the highly esteemed preteens they both were in the 1880s, love was a reoccurring topic. The two weren't betrothed, so (y/n) was curious as to if he had any romantic feelings for any flowery young girl in town. There'd be no harm in throwing her guess out into the air... if she didn't have feelings for Ciel. "Ah! I've got it: You have feelings for someone."

Ciel's ears turned bright red and made a face that looked like he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't, mixed with the sound of choking on air.

"Did I get it right?"

"No."

"But you look like I did get it right Ciel... Don't lie in this game!"

"Fine, fine! You've guessed correct... And I guess you have feelings for someone as well?"

Okay, well (y/n) wasn't expecting that sly move from him! He smirked at her zoned out expression, "I assume I guessed right too?" The two were now both blushing and it was rather obvious with the tension in the room that their friendship wasn't all that it seemed. "Oh hush! I bet you've got a crush on me, right?" (y/n) giggled. See, to her, this was just a silly joke. To Ciel though? Well... he thought she was being for real.

She noticed his silence after the little joke and suddenly time stood still. She noticed his red cheeks and averted gaze. Now, the girl was not oblivious to the obvious feelings in the air, yet nothing could prepare her for what was to come after.

"You... have romantic feelings for me?"

"I don't want to play this game anymore."

She watched as he began to rise to his feet. Without thinking, she grabbed his crisp white sleeve."W-wait!" Ciel turned around quick to see (y/n)'s pleading, (e/c) eye staring up at him, and who was he to deny someone he was so fond of.

"I apologize (y/n). You were not meant to find out... not this way." Ciel's voice ran cold once again. The girl in front of him took a deep breath, averting her gaze as well,"What if I were to tell you I feel the same. What then?"

His breath hitched. "And you truly mean that?"

She murmured a soft "Yes" whilst her fingers intertwined with his own. With a gentle pull from her, he sat right down next to her once again. The two scooted a little closer. Ciel tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, resting his hand with hers as they leaned in close.

Just as their lips were about to shyly peck each other's, a knock sounded at the hardwood door of the room they were in. Sebastian conveniently peaked his head in to see Ciel who was groaning on the floor from how quickly (y/n) pushed him off of her, and (y/n) splayed out on her bed staring at the ceiling. "Oh, have I interrupted something? You two have been gone for a while so I just came to check in-" "GET OUT SEBASTIAN!!!" Ciel shouted at the floor in embarrassment.

"Alright young master, don't do anything inappropriate!" The butler giggled and shut the door on the two young Earls to let them pick up where they'd left off before being rudely interrupted...

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Ciel Phantomhive x reader

He wants a kiss but you pull a little lipstick prank ♡ 3k words

you finish adding the little details to your soft make-up look, finessing it with the setting powder and now smacking your lips as you coat them with a seemingly clear lipstick, you need to take action fast as not only would your plans setup reveal itself, but your victim may never trust you again. OR better yet, leave the building. You stood after finishing applying all of your makeup and your special lipstick.

Walking to Ciel's study, you feel your lips tingle as you use your pocket mirror, seeing your lips become slightly juicier. You can't tell that you've got makeup, which is a gift from God. While doing your final touch-ups on the way with your mini hand mirror, you arrived at Ciel's study.

Hehehehe... time to start some shit...

You knocked politely but on the contrary, just opened the doors straight after; waltzing into a boy who was cosplaying a pirate, glaring at your soul but not telling you to leave him alone, more or so just annoyed you didn't kiss him first or something. You sat your phat ass on his desk and started swinging your legs to and fro, admiring your earls pretty yet grumpy face. He continued to try and focus on his work however that was cut short as his eyes kept drifting to you, your pretty frame sat on his desk, out of his way. But even as you're out of his way physically, you are the biggest distraction in his head, God you made his head light, but heavy thoughts of you kept him from feeling alone.

The bluenette pushed himself and his papers away from his desk and leaned back, sighing in exasperation as his lover's presence somehow made him crave physical attention.

"Yes, love?" He asked, his one-eyed self looking at you with a soft gaze giving you a look of curiosity.

"C'mere sweetie" you said (PLEASE DONT CRINGE, YOURE SAYING IT IN A WHINEY VOICE) gently as you opened your arms for the earl to give you a hug. He does as you command and stands up sluggishly but drags his feet to you, sat on the edge of the desk, you separate your legs so you can be closer as you two hug. the boy groaned in fake annoyance as he wrapped his arms around your waist, bending down so he could bury his face in the crevice between your shoulder and neck. Just from the contact alone, you felt a small smile appear on the earl's face in your neck. it enlarged as you wrapped your arms around his neck and shoulders.

you softly placed your lips on his neck with a clear lipstick mark being left to fill the empty space where your lips were. At this point he was melting into your embrace, the earl sinking more and more into you, You pepper kisses all over his neck, managing to get a clean mark on his crisp white shirt collar, you slowly started moving the kisses up his neck to his jaw, his eyes were closed with a content smile gracing his lips, sighs leaving his mouth as his body is practically a ragdoll in your hands, he opened his eyes that were half lidded with love and gratitude, placing one of his hands on your cheek, moving it so your lips are right across each other. The earl's eyes flickered from your gaze to your lips that were glossed, kissable and alluring. He pondered if it was a good idea to fall into a rabbit hole of affection just before he has a meeting with a new client. His thoughts exactly.

"fuck it." (his thought not mine)

he dove straight in and pulled you so your lips collided, you squeaked as you now felt mean and guilty as your plan was working so well. However you melted into the sweet kiss as Ciel's face was scarlet as you pulled away, he coughed into his hand to hide his embarrassment from his partner. you moved your hand up to his face and started wiping off the clear lipstick the was making his lips shimmer, ridding him of some embarrassment later on. you place one last kiss on his cheek, while his face gradually kept heating up that he didn't even notice the lipstick residue.

you talked for a little while about his work and about his clientele and about what this meeting will be based on, you learned this is a close client who Ciel has met many a time. that's good. this wont be too embarrassing.

You take note that the lipstick marks that only left behind a clear residue are now a transparent pink, barely noticeable, even if you strained your eyes.

Another few minutes go by and Ciel has to bid you farewell as his meeting was about to commence. You nuzzle your head into his hair and his face flushes at your affection, he stands from his chair while you lean against his desk. despite being his lover for a few years now, he still gets flustered over the little thing...how cute!!

as he was walking out of the door, the lipstick was dried. this'll be fun.

you tailed the boy from a distance as his butler paused for a moment when collecting his master, not only did he notice you following the both of them; that he could easily brush off; but the unnoticeable kiss marks of a lipstick.... that's a gradual thermal reactant lipstick, it takes a while to show the true pigmentation, but of course, Sebastian sensed it. The demon had a smile on his face, knowing your plan. He understood and wanted to have a laugh himself, seeing ciel in a state always brought a chuckle out of him and a wheeze out of you. This was surely going to be good.

The earl and his butler walked into the meeting, pride emanating off of the boy with an eyepatch.

The earl greeted his contractor, sitting down in the chair at the end of the table to show his authority.

That was about to be swiped from him in no more than five minutes.

One minute went by.....

The lipstick started to turn a pale transparent pink, if you saw Ciel in the right light, you would notice it indefinitely. Ciel looked as stoic as ever, being serious and impending. Leaving no room for trickery or deception.

Two minutes went by....

The lipstick was shiny, it was a darker pink now, the contractor noticed some slight discolouration on the earl, maybe he had bruises, but they weren't there before? Best not to ask, he could completely cut ties if he finds it insulting.

Three minutes went by...

The contractor; Mr. Whitley's lips were pressed together, trying to cover a small smile as he notices that the pink marks now faded into a light red, this must have been without the earls knowledge as he seems to be as dominant in the conversation as ever, acting on his high horse.

Four minutes went by....

The room was a bit lighter as the sun came out from its hiding spot amongst the grey clouds, it illuminated the young earls fact, the marks were more visible now in their light red pinkish colour, they were kiss marks...

Mr. Whitley leaned back in his chair to rest his elbow on the arm rest, he used his hand to cover his mouth that had a large smile.

'Oh how this little earl has grown.' He thought

Five minutes went by...

The marks were a deep red, some were very faint marks that were a smeared red, obviously attempted to be wiped off. So the misses planned this ay?

Mr. Whitley released a deep chuckle as he shook his head.

"Does my offer amuse you Mr. Whitley?..." the earl said in his ominous tone that would send chills down anyone's spine if they knew what he was capable of, but now? It just made it even funnier. The earl felt nothing but disrespect from the man as they had been close friends for a while, was he really mocking him right now?

"No, no sir, its just...I can see your misses cares for you very dearly..." the man said with a chuckle.

Ciel's glared hardened as you got brought into the conversation.

"Leave."

"W-wait! M-my lord!-"

"Do not bring my spouse into business interactions or I will treat it as a threat to her safety. Sebastian, show him the way out." The earl stood from his desk as the butler smiled and bowed.

As the butler walked down the hallway with Mr. Whitley; the man spoke up.

"Are you really not going to tell your master about his appearance?.." he asked the man hesitantly.

"Why on earth would I? This was miss (last name)'s plan after all." The butler responded coolly as if it were a daily occurrence.

"Well he might diminish our contract out of paranoia for his fiancé.." the man uttered worriedly as he was worried about the young earl as a friend.

Sebastian took note of the tone of his voice, recognising the consideration of the blue haired boy.

"Do not fret sire, he will come to realize and send an apology to your doorstep soon enough." The demon responded with a chuckle as he opened the door for him to leave.

The man looked at the butler and nodded in thanks for the hospitality, exiting through the door, closing it behind him; Sebastian chuckled.

'just how long will it take for him to realize?'

the grumpy earl had sent off one of his close acquaintances due to being disrespected. that was the last thing he was hoping for today, he only just had a good time with his fiancé after all. god somehow he misses her and it hasn't even been an hour yet. aahhh the power of love 😔

he was thinking to himself on how everyone in the manor for the past few minutes has been looking at him and giggling, all of them in fact. minus Tanaka with his 'hohoho'ing.

what? did something come undone? WAS HIS FLY DOWN?!

the boy discretely looked down and checked, seeing that the zip was at the top. a sigh of relief left his lips. this left him to his thoughts, why was everyone making a mockery of him today? is it some sort of rebellion phase? does he just look silly? maybe his hair is messy, is his tie undone?

he looked down at his collar to check if his little bow that you did for him this morning came undone, it was still in pristine condition, huh, so's the lipstick too, nice red. he looked back up and tried harder to think of a reason.

WAIT....WHAT?

he snapped his head back to his collar, seeing a bold red lipstick kiss mark on his collar.

you weren't wearing lipstick before when you two kissed! how?! how did this show up?! is that why everyone was looking at him strangely?!

he picked up the pace of his walk towards a bathroom which had a rather large mirror in it.

he gawked as the image before him was far more worse than he ever could of imagined. his face was covered. in. your. kiss. marks.

the earl took a deep breath and shouted at the top of his lungs for the entire manor to hear,

"(Y/N)!!!!!!!!!"

his face was nearly as red as the lipstick that covered his lips, cheeks, neck and collar, dear god its like you painted him in red. he heard soft footsteps and hushed giggles from down the hallway, soon after hearing a gentle tapping at the door, this wasn't his bedroom but a bathroom.

he swung the door wide open with his cheeks growing in heat by the passing second, grabbing your arm and pulling your giggling form into the room.

Ciel pointed at his face and looked exasperated as he asked in a whiney childish voice, "what did you do (Y/n)?!"

you couldn't help but giggle harder as the little earl was ensnared in your trap of affection.

"want more, sweetheart?-"

"no!" the earl; if he could, blushed harder. he turned to the mirror and started wiping and scrubbing at his face with the cloth beside the sink, turning on the tap, letting the water run as he dampened the towel, trying his best to get it off.

you know your pity would get the best of you as you predicted, you were right. you were grateful to your past self that the lipstick didn't stain the skin and was not waterproof.

"here, Ciel. let me do it..." You gently pulled the cloth away from his face, not liking how aggressive he was with his scrubbing, his skin looked irritated. but not nearly how irritated the boy was with you however.

he pouted as you softly wiped off the lipstick, covering the cloth in a dark red that would definitely wash out. the earl was still pouting even though he was cleared of the red make-up.

he grumbled out a question directed at you, still grumpy but he could never hold anything against the love of his life.

"How did you do it? you weren't wearing any back then..." he was blushing recalling his bold actions prior to his meeting.

"well...I got a new lipstick that gained pigmentation the longer it's worn, I just happened to kiss you" you say sarcastically and roll your eyes, booping him on his cute little nose; resulting in him scrunching his face a bit. god, he was so adorable.

"well throw it away. it may have been funny to you but it was embarrassing. I'm making Sebastian bin them all. no arguments." he said, shaking his head still blushing faintly.

you chuckle softly at your lover's embarrassment and cherished his face. you grab him by the chin, making him face you. you brought the cloth to your lips and wiped off the remaining lipstick on your face. you pulled the cheap lipstick out of your pocket and threw it with surprisingly very accurate aim into the bin in the room. you stroked Ciel's cheek and looked into his eyes.

"see? no lipstick this time... can I?..."

the boy was almost as red as your previous lipstick, nodding softly and trying to look away, only for his chin to get picked back up by you as you brought your faces closer, closing the gap between you, kissing him softly and sweetly, hoping to make this moment last.

the earl's face relaxed as you kissed him innocently. wrapping his arms around your waist as he returned your love, pulling away you both smiled, gosh. The Ciel Phantomhive smiling? the world is ending. tell my mum I love her.

the roles were now reversed as you were putty in the blue-haired male's arms, eagerly accepting any type of affection from him like a deprived puppy.

the earl paused, realising the situation you were in, showing such affection in a bathroom is dastardly. disgusting.

he grabbed your wrist gently, leading you out of the room, not a single objection leaving your lips as you followed your lover blindly through the hallways, apparently he was walking to his bedroom, was it late at night? was it time to retire for the day?

you managed to pass a grandfather clock along the way, 7:30 in the afternoon. hm...so he wants an early night with you. that's sweet.

as he reached his bedroom doors, he flicked his eyes back to you, giving you a warm, soft and small smile to calm you if you were thinking anything.

he pulled you through, throwing you a nightshirt, expecting you to get changed in the bathroom. no words were exchanged but a silent conversation took place. one explaining that your spending the night. cuddles were apart of the package deal.

both of you were now in your nightshirts, very comfortable and thin fabric for breathability and softness. peak. the earl was led down in his massive ass bed, pulling back the heavy duvet, wide enough for you to get in and pull it over yourself. this was on the inside of the earl so you'd be spooned by him as you led down. your face was dusted pink at the innocent gesture.

as you got into the bed, you felt him shuffle closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist once more, snuggling into your neck seeking the comfort of your warmth. your body relaxed as you were held, normally it's you being the big spoon because of his small stature but today was an exception.

Ciel entangled his legs with yours, feeling tired but awake, he started a conversation that was barely above a whisper.

"so why did you leave all of that on me?.."

you responded back, turning around to face the earl, still being encircled in his arms, both of his eyes were visible. you stared mesmerised or even hypnotised by the blue and lilac colouring.

"how could I not let everyone know how much I'm in love with you?..."

your whisper was so soft it sounded almost as though you mouthed it, but the earl heard it loud and clear, his heart hammering in his chest at your words. he strained upwards and kissed your forehead with a featherlike touch.

"Maybe next time I should do the same, but make it last a week or two..." the earl said innocently, despite the fact your mind went to the gutter, thinking of love bites when he meant one of the lipstick stains or permanent ink.

you squeaked and buried your head in his chest embarrassed about your mind drifting down to the gates of hell because this boy had the least dirty mind out of the two of you, you felt bad.

several minutes later, the boy twitched as he finally came to the realisation of your thought process, feeling ashamed of not only how long it took for him to discover the secret meaning behind your flusteredness but how he worded his statement, he groaned and buried his face in your hair.

"T-That's now what I meant-"

"I know." you squeaked out. your body now succumbing to the urge of sleep, he really was comfortable and comforting.

"I love you..." you mumbled as you felt yourself drift off to a land of dreams, the only thing keeping you in the real world being your partner, you weren't leaving till he joined you.

Ciel also closed his eyes and cuddled you closer as he started to drift of too. his voice grumbly and low.

"I love you too angel...."

both of you were no longer awake but both of you had smiles on your faces, subconsciously you both loved the presence of your partner even in the world of dreams.

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