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[volixia669]

Can you do a Torichio X MC story?

Sorry for the shortness! Hope you enjoy foxface being useless at making cookies!

           Toichiro looked at the kitchen, knowing that he would probably be murdered this evening. It was…Disaster would be putting it lightly. And as Kogare had been at Raccord all day, there was no possible way to blame it on the kit. The kitchen nearly looked like a winter wonderland with the flour that had reached places he had no idea were possible.  It was half tempting to just toss around sugar, just to give it the proper sparkle. Except he didn’t need to give Shizuki another reason to find a creative way to torture him until he begged for mercy.

           Toichiro sighed, his ears drooping a bit. This is what he gets for trying to act like a commoner. Futaba had been going on about how delicious some Western cookies were, and Kuro brought up, with a wink towards him no less, that homemade ones would probably taste better. So. After some research, and secret ingredient purchasing, Toichiro decided that he would show Futaba that he was absolutely capable of doing such menial things as making cookies. He would make her the best Western cookies she would ever taste. Better than some cheeky shop.

           So he told Futaba to come by this evening, and sent Shizuki out with Oji. He would prove he isn’t just some prissy nobleman. No matter what Shizuki said.

Except…The dough was being difficult when it came to adding the flour and cocoa powder, and as soon as he put all his strength into stirring, the bowl went flying, as did all the dry, powdery ingredients. He just knew he was covered in the bloody stuff.

“Oh my.” A voice said behind him. He whirled around, and saw Futaba standing there, very poorly hiding a smirk behind her hand. “Trouble?”

“I…Nothing I can’t handle.” Toichiro said, standing up straight, his ears back to normal, instead of being all sad like a kit’s. “You go wait in the drawing room.”

Futaba giggled. “What? And you’ll actually clean this? What happens when Shizuki comes home?”

Toichiro flushed. “Shizuki won’t know anything had ever happened.”

Futaba crossed her arms. “Toichiro. Do you even know where the cleaning supplies are kept?”

Toichiro rolled his eyes. “I highly doubt Shizuki put them anywhere complicated.”

Futaba approached him, and dusted some flour off his ears. “Mhm. Just let me help you. Before Shizuki dismembers you limb from limb.”

Toichiro sighed. “Fine, fine. If you insist. Only remember that you forced yourself to do this, if you feel like complaining.”

Futaba only giggled and headed for a closet. Toichiro followed

Together, they managed to get the kitchen mostly clean. By the time Shizuki came back, he need only give an exasperated sigh. Then proceeded to make the most delicious cookies ever, which Toichiro insisted was the plan all along, and totally wasn’t a fluke. Futaba gave her kitsune a teasing shove…Then a kiss. It’s the thought that counts.

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Fun-Sized S/O

Request: Can I ask for hc’s for sebastian from black butler with a really tiny s/o (around ciels height) but she is allready a adult? Would love some cute headcanons for him if you have time..

Title: Fun-Sized S/O

Genre: fluff, slightly romantic

Pairing: Sebastian Michaelis x Fem!Reader 

Notes: When I saw this, I gushed! This sounds so cute and I think it’ll be so much fun to write. That, and this just gave me a new rush of happiness that I really needed right now, so thank you for that! 

That said, I hope you enjoy it! I refrained from specifying the age, but I tried to make it very obvious with some comedy inclusion. I may have strayed a little, though, so I apologize. 

Below the cut! 

let’s cover one thing first: he finds you absolutely adorable.

seriously.

despite being the same height as ciel, as well as maintaining a job in a similar area (you both worked under the queen), he couldn’t see you as anything other than a chihuahua walking around in a world full of english mastiffs

though, he was well aware that you were very much capable of taking care of yourself. 

you work under the queen for a reason, after all.

which is also how you two met. 

at first, he saw you as someone that would be filling in for someone else, possibly even taking up a role that had been presented to you by one of your parents or other family members.

but that was not the case.

your business was booming, and this is when he found out that not only were you of legal age, but very crafty as well.

(he liked to think that you preferred to feint any kind of awareness and have a vast amount of knowledge in all areas to be able to hold a candle to anyone that would try to manipulate, but that was only a theory of his.)

as much as it annoyed him from time to time, he and sebastian could tell that you would be a powerful asset, not only to them, but to the queen.

from that point forward, whenever you two would meet (which was, again, fairly often - the queen!), you two would be able to have almost the exact same thought process. 

it was very evident that you knew your way around, and he admired that. 

but there was also a side to you which he knew how to pick out.

taunt your height, get kicked. 

treat you as an armrest, get kicked. 

make sly comments about how you can’t reach something, get kicked. 

or, at least, try to get kicked. 

(yeah, your height was still an issue on that end.)

otherwise, you started to get used to this. 

on days when ciel wanted to be nice and you were free of any work for a time, you two would meet at the phantomhive manor.

whether you were reading next to each other or discussing past events that either one of you asked, something would happen. 

and it would more often be bardroy, mey-rin, or finny. 

and here is where you and him used your height to your advantage.

from time to time, you’d help out the staff. 

ciel had consistently told you that you are a guest and that you don’t have to help those “bumbling idiots”.

you didn’t listen, though.

this is where your height would be either a blessing or a curse.

if the issue had happened in a lower area, you would be quick on the uptake despite the amount of times that someone had tried to stop you.

glass broken? you’d be 100% willing to help and make sure that mey-rin didn’t injure herself while trying to pick it up. 

and yes, this typically went over fairly quietly, though sebastian would never hesitate to throw something out there to annoy you.

“miss l/n, it seems as if your height may come in handy. do be careful when picking that up, thought, dear - don’t want you to get crushed, darling.”

“oh, please, sebastian darling - you may not realize or not care to realize this, but i can and will bite your ankles.”

“love, is that really necessary, though?”

“if you keep attempting to taunt me, then yes, it will be made top priority.”

(banter like this was highly encouraged by ciel, though he would never admit this).

on the other hand, though, if the incident had occurred at a taller height?

yeah, you would have to deal with short comments from him while you do things at your level. 

“darling, may i ask how the weather down there is?”

“oh hush, you obnoxiously tall demon.”

“oh dear, you are just extremely short.”

“don’t forget that i could, quite easily, sneak away from you right here and now and leave you lonely for the remainder of the day.”

(you both knew that wouldn’t happen, though - you would miss him too much, and he’d know where you went almost immediately.)

so, those were fun times. 

otherwise, when given the chance to, you two would try to create things together. 

rose bouquets, sweets, sometimes even a new prototype for whatever purpose. 

times like this are when the jokes would either be completely quieted or completely active.

sometimes, he’d purposely put an item that you could reach easily on a normal day about three shelves higher. 

it was, of course, all a ploy to get you to ask for his help with an attempted nonchalant expression, though you were extremely flustered.

other times, he’d let you rest upon his shoulders if you were too tired to try and jump to reach something - these moments also left you flustered, but you didn’t mind. 

there was even the rare occasion that, when you two would sit near each other and read (or do whatever you desired), he would allow you to lay beside him.

he noticed how your short frame fit perfectly in comparison to his taller one, and he’d silently gush at the image. 

(fun fact: one time, when you had tried to reach a book you had left behind when leaving the room, he had helped you out in the most cliche way possible - he stood behind you and grabbed the book for you, his hand resting on your shoulder. it was an adorable image to the both of you.)

he found these moments to be the most important between you two, the teasing romantic ones were always the ones that got him to become just as flustered as you are. 

and, though kisses didn’t happen very often, they were very much sweet and slightly comedic.

since the height difference was so obvious, things went one of two ways: either one of you would adjust your height to reach the other, or you would find a way to even it out and make it romantic. 

if it were to go along a more humorous route, the common things were either he would lean down, or you would jump up.

considering both of you were fairly serious, these moments were highly treasured. 

sometimes, he would watch you pout and fight back the urge to laugh at the image.

these times, though, he’d fall victim to the cute and childish expression that rested upon your face, and he’d lean down just the slightest.

he’d gaze at you lovingly, and it wasn’t until you would turn to look at him that he’d say something. 

“you are quite adorable, lady y/n.”

cue your blush, cue his smirking visage. 

“may i kiss you, my dear?”

small silence...

“...yes, you may.”

he laughs at your attempt to fight back the rush of blood to your face as he decides to tease you.

he stopped leaning down and watched as you puffed your cheeks and sighed.

“aren’t you going to kiss me, mr. michaelis?”

“hmm...maybe i might. it would be very much appreciated if you could, possibly, meet me halfway, though, darling.”

cue another huff. 

you tried to jump up at him, but you were still unable to reach his height. he met you halfway.

the other times, though - those were when things got really romantic. 

these were the moments when you two would get a break from a growing crowd of people at a formal event. 

these were the moments when you two would be resting in the garden under the moonlight, surrounded by flourishing roses and carnations. 

these were the moments when you two would be sitting next to each other on a bench, around even height as your skirt had lifted you just the slightest. 

these were the moments where things would remain quiet yet loving, and though there was still a height difference, things were on much more level ground.

kisses in this moment were also very sweet. 

neither one of you had to do much to meet the other. 

afterwards, the rest of the night is spent in the midst of the festivities. 

so, as a whole? 

short jokes, tall jokes, and a surprisingly wholesome relationship for a demon as renowned in the realm as him.

(he may also have taken a slight liking to your soul, but he was very loyal in return to ciel - cuz souls are tasty, yUM-)