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For: Hannibalcatharsis-zero Artist: Cider (PucchinPudding) Prompt: Sieglinde, Modern Au, rocking Japanese Street fashion Author’s Notes: I hope you like it! ;u; I tried to mix in purikura style into it and some kuro refs~ Sullivan is one of my favorites too so I hope I did her justice!

#Kuroshitsuji #Black Butler #Sieglinde Sullivan #hannibalcatharsiszero #pucchinpudding #fanart #Ciel's Death Day 2018 #submission

For: nanu#8770 Artist: somniiari Prompt: The twins modeling on the cover of vogue. Author’s Notes: Here you go, Nanu! I had a lot of fun making your gift and I hope you like it! The twins are the most fashionable boys. I was inspired by modern Japanese street fashion; I thought it suited them.

#somniiari #nanu #kuroshitsuji #black butler #ciel phantomhive #our ciel phantomhive #real ciel phantomhive #fanart #submission #Ciel's Death Day 2018

For: dipothebookworm Artist: essy-essy Prompt: ciel/lizzy (ship) going for a walk, holding hands Author’s Notes: I really do hope you like it!

#dipothebookworm #essyessy #essy-essy #kuroshitsuji #black butler #ciel phantomhive #our ciel phantomhive #elizabeth midford #cielizzy #fanart #submission #Ciel's Death Day 2018

For: essy-essy Artist: hippykattrs Prompt: Lizzy with her hair down Author’s Notes: I have finally finished my gift! Please accept my apologies for turning this in so late, I’m not the best at picture taking. My house doesn’t have the best lighting, either. :/ I hope that you had a great new year, and I look forward to seeing what’s next. Thank you for being patient with me!

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For: grelluffandwillsprout Artist: theshadowisanotaku Prompt: Elizabeth Midford

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Thy Sheepe Shall Take No Harme

For: hippykattrs Author: greenfiredragonfly Pairings/Characters: Ciel, Astre (our!Ciel), Tanaka Warnings: none Prompt: The two nine year old twins, Ciel and Astre, are having trouble sleeping. So, despite being sleep deprived, the two manage to stay up late telling stories and giggling. In their wake, they manage to catch the attention of Tanaka, who sings them to sleep. (Set in the cannon universe.) Author’s Notes: Um. This was really fun to write, and it’s something that I never would have done on my own, so thank you! :) The title is from Shakespeare, where he (maybe) references the song. I just. Really loved writing this prompt.

“Hey, Ciel?”

Astre’s whisper hangs in the darkness of their bedroom for a long moment. Then there comes a rustle of bed sheets, and a slightly muffled voice breaks the silence.

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That butler ~ Nursing

For: petty-bocchan Author: redrosecrown Pairings/Character: Sebastian, Our Ciel(Young Master), Lizzy. (Soma and Agni were briefly mentioned) Warnings: N/A Prompt: // 3.- Sebastian taking care of a stubborn, sick Ciel who refuses to stay in bed (bonus points if you add angst) Author’s Notes: Lord Black is fictional. He’s a character I made up.

-“Young master, it seems that you have fever,” I said. “We should cancel all of our plans for today.”

-“I’m fine.”

-It was the first morning of February, and the ground was frozen from the snow, which covered everything that was ugly and beautiful, dead or alive, including my master’s sense of reason. His stubborn face refused to look at my beautiful, demonic eyes, as he was slurping down his favorite tea. The lemon cake, however, was left untouched, obviously now meant for the mouths of our servants.

-“You’re burning,” I said. Now, the master was starting to look pale, and he was shivering when he got out of his bed.

-“This is nothing.”

-“You’re feeling cold, even though, I kept the fire burning all night,” said Sebastian, buttoning Earl’s shirt.

-“I said I was fine,” he continued in that stubborn and deceitful manner.

-I started unbuttoning the white shirt.

-“What are you doing, Sebastian?”

-“Your health is my first priority,” I said, “and, nothing can override that. Even an order by you, I’m afraid.”

-“That’s the last thing I need, another day of being bed-ridden” said Young Master under his breath, oblivious to the fact that I could hear him even from the hallway. I went down to cook a Pot-au-feu and some pudding, and I didn’t forget to call the doctor. Master used to be asthmatic. I must be careful, for the illness might return.

-“His fever is really high,” said the doctor, shaking his head. “He must stay in bed at least three days, I’m afraid.”

-“At least three days?” exclaimed Young Master. His pale face was now flushed in rage. “I don’t have that time!”

-“Master, please, stay in bed,” I said, after the doctor left. “You heard the doctor.”

-“No, I don’t want to stay in bed,” said he, trying to unbutton his pajamas, but he almost fell down.

-“Can’t you see that you are not well, my Lord?” I said, holding him.

-“Okay, I’ll stay in bed only for a few hours,” said he looking angry. “Sebastian, I command you to wake me up after three hours. It’s an order.”

-“Yes, my Lord,” I said, bowing elegantly.

-The servants were clumsy and unproductive and infuriating as well, but I didn’t forget to wake up my cruel ambitious Young Master. His fever was still quite high.

-“Now, let’s go to …,” he started talking, but still couldn’t stand up without feeling dizzy.

-“No, young master,” I said pushing him back in his bed. “You have a high fever, and you ought to stay in bed as the doctor instructed you.”

-“You, bastard, let me up,” he grunted, looking furious. His pale face became red. I have to manipulate him to stay in bed. Ah, humans. They are always so difficult.

-“Listen, master,” I said slowly unbuttoning his pajamas. As if I was going to let him go. “Marchioness Francis said, last week, that Lady Elizabeth will be there. You don’t want to look horrible in front of her. You face is pale, and you look terribly weak while trembling.”

-“Okay, I get it,” said he going back to bed. In fact, it’s true that Marchioness Francis said that, but I also heard from Lady Elizabeth herself, yesterday, that she won’t go there. I have to not say lies, but that doesn’t mean that I have to say everything. This lasted until 3 p.m. when Lady Elizabeth came running.

-“Oh, Ciel,” she said hugging him mercilessly. “I missed you so much…Are you sick?!”

-“Elizabeth, the real question is why you are here?” he said. “Aren’t you …”

-“Ciel, you are sick!” she shouted, and I tried to take advantage of the situation.

-“Young master insists to go to that all-day-long-party in the Lord Black’s mansion, but the doctor said that he has to stay at least three days in bed due to his high fever.”

-And, now, he had to stay in bed, because of Lady Elizabeth, but I knew well that Young Master will insist on working again, tomorrow, but I had another secret card under my sleeves but Lady Elizabeth. One of the medicines for fevers made him sleep, but still…

-“Sebastian, I don’t like bed,” he spoke feverishly. Lady Elizabeth was taking a bath. He was even worse while semi-conscious.

-“Young Master, please, I think you should stay in your bed. Your fever has just started to calm down.”

-“No, I’m very angry at you,” he spoke childishly. “I want to work, and find the killer. Her majesty insists…he majeso..” and then he fell asleep. But, he kept waking up. One time the danger was so near.

-“Dad, I want to play with Ciel,” he said angrily looking at me.

-“Oh, master, don’t talk so loudly,” I said tucking him in gently. “Lady Elizabeth will hear you.”

-Later came Prince Soma and Agni, and found Young Master in deep sleep.

#petty-bocchan #pettybocchan #redrosecrown #Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Sebastian Michaelis #Ciel Phantomhive #Our Ciel Phantomhive #Elizabeth Midford #fanfiction #Ciel's Death Day 2018 #submission

the shadow that never left

For: petty-bocchan Author: redrosecrown Pairings/Character: Vincent Phantomhive, Undertaker, Phantomhive Twins Warnings: N/A Prompt: Undertaker babysitting the twins Author’s Notes: Princess Joanne is a fictional character. I made her up.

-If his horse didn’t poop on the Earl of Phantomhive, and if Vincent Phantomhive didn’t make a princess angry, Undertaker would never attend Phantomhive twins’ third birthday party. Undertaker felt dizzy from laughing, while untying the Earl. Vincent had to babysit Princess Joanne, but it seems that she threw a tantrum. She wanted to be the one driving the carriage. He had wanted to take her for a picnic with the twins, but before they could set foot on the carriage again, she ordered some guards to tie him up, and help her drive.

-“A tiny princess stole your carriage?” Undertaker asked smirking.

-“Daddy was pooped,” said one of the twins pointing his finger. “Daddy was pooped,” said the other.

-“At least she is safe,” said Earl Phantomhive cleaning his face with a napkin. “Even the devil couldn’t predict this. Hahahaha.”

-“I thought it waaaas a corpse lying on the ground,” said Undertaker, smirking.

-The twins used to be so shy, and they would cry for their mother or father, the moment their divine parents were five meters away from them. They were still scardey-cats, though, but it seems that the mischievous strike of their genes has finally started to show in them. Earl of Phantomhive pardoned himself so he can have a bath, and Undertaker was left alone with two three-year-old kids. Their mother was not feeling well, and the servants were busy preparing the event, and since, Vincent asked him to babysit his children, Undertaker agreed to it.

-“Ouch!” a ball of steel suddenly hit Undertaker from behind. He even surprised himself by shouting. Little Phantomhive had hit him on his ass.

-“Oh come on, little you,” said he raising his hands in a spooky way. “I’m going to get you.”

-And, soon there were two screaming kids and a running former Shinigami after them. He finally got one of them. The other was hiding under the table.

-“Where is the oooother oneee?” said he. There was a giggling from under the golden table. “What should I dooo? Earl wiiiiill haaaaave my head.” There was another giggling. “What is this tiiiiny shoe doing under the taaaable? Don’t tell me someone ate one of them.” He picked the giggling toddler up, who had a small C on his outfit. “I got you.”

-“Read a book for us,” said the twin that had a C on his blue dress.

-“Oh my,” said Undertaker. “Which oneee should IIIII choooooose?”

-There were dozens of books for kids on the table, and Undertaker had heard about all of them, but one particular one took his interest the most. It was the “Fenian Cycle.”

-With one twin on his right side, and the other on the left side, Undertaker felt like a father reading to his own children, the story about a golden boy that could run really fast. The sun rays that shone through the windows looked like a hand trying to grasp the little bits of hope he had in him. The mirror reflected his thoughts of the past, and smirked at his attempt to get back what he once had.

-“So, he’s the fastest in the world?” said one of them, “even faster than a horse?”

-“Even faster than a horse,” said Undertaker. “Though, no matter how fast a human is, he can never outrun death,” Undertaker thought in himself. It seems that the Earl is late.

-“Let’s play with a ball, Ciel,” said one of the twins. They ran outside leaving Undertaker alone in the saloon. “Waiiiiit for meee,” said Undertaker, breaking free from the state of deep thoughts.

-The garden of Phantomhive was always so nice. The sun was now red, and it seems that the time for the party was soon. He didn’t buy a present for them. They played for a little while, and when Undertaker managed to protect Ciel from falling on the ground, the people from the party started coming. Undertaker really didn’t want to partake in that party, especially being present-less, but now it was too late to go back.

-“It’s so nice to have you in one of our parties, Undertaker,” said the Earl, smiling kindly. “I know you avoid social events, but it’s interesting for once in a while.”

-“Yes, once in a while,” he said thoughtfully, but a scandalous event in front of him made him double in laughter. One of the kids was running, and he had accidentally pushed an elderly man into a gigantic cake. He was a philanthropist from what Undertaker knew.

-“You are faster than Finnian,” said the twins altogether. “You saved me from falling, and you were so fast.”

-“Oh, that’s noooothiiiing,” said Undertaker smirking. “Catching you was so eaaasy.”

-“Macaroons are so delicious,” said one of them. “Do you want one?”

-“Thaaaank you,” said he picking a red one.

-Undertaker was bored, but he got to win that billiards game. The evil aristocrats always had their little secret discussions. The drugs, the human trafficking, and even occult were part of their discussion, and the Earl had always a quest from his master, the Queen.

-“Read us a story,” the twins ran to him. One of them had a Grimm’s fairy-tail book on his arms.

-“Leave the adults alone,” their father insisted.

-“Don’t worry,” said Undertaker. “I’d looooove to read them the stooory.”

-There was a princess with black hair and fair complexion named Snow White, who had an evil stepmother. There were two orphaned siblings looking for shelter in a forest, and right after Cinderella had left the palace and her shoe, and the moment that the clock stroked 12, Undertaker found himself with two sleeping twins on his lap, and he was all alone in that saloon again. This saloon was always like this. That shadows of that place seem to form the shape of her body, like the ghost of her never left that place. It was the place where he fell in love with her. The ‘her,’ whose shadow never left him alone.

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For: mikhailis From: babelfalls Prompt: Sebastian teaching Shiori how to dance Artist Notes: I figured the excuse could be something the long the lines of Sebastian teaching Shiori to dance so she can be presentable for her newly betrothed, movieverse equivalent of Elizabeth... Where’s the lesbian sequel we deserve you cowards!!!

And, because this apparently needs saying:This is Shiori and Sebastian. DO NOT TAG AS S/EBACIEL.

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The day I became a nurse

For: petty-bocchan Author: redrosecrown Pairings/Character: Diedrich, Vincent Phantomhive Warnings: N/A Prompt: Diedrich babysitting Vincent while he was sick at Weston School.

-“Here’s your cake,” said Diedrich. His school days were about to end, but, even in his wildest imagination, he would never think that something as crazy as being a faggot at his age would happen. He imagined himself being in his 30s, and still having to make cakes for that Phantomhive. Diedrich pushed those thoughts aside as if they were just annoying flies in that summer. No way could that happen. That punk will eventually get bored of this game.

-“I don’t want it,” said Phantomhive under his blanket. Diedrich could tell that he was in the fetus position.

#Vincent Phantomhive #Baron Diedrich #Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #fanfiction #Ciel's Death Day 2018 #submission

For: pucchinpudding Artist: thequeensfakedog Prompt: Sieglinde (maybe with wolfram)

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his knight in sky blue satin

For: wife-of-queens-watchdog Author: queencamellia Pairings/Character: Elizabeth Midford/Ciel Phantomhive Warnings: n/a Prompt: Ciel x Lizzy spending a day together in London Author’s Notes: Cielizzy fluff is hard to write without angst for me, so just note that there’s a few angsty parts ;) This was a lot of fun to write!

Strolling down the bustling streets of London with a concerned Paula trailing after her, Lizzy’s smile was as radiant as the Sun; the gloomy London fog hardly deterred her cheery attitude. She had just finished a fitting session with Nina for her new Spring attire. Nina’s innovative and stylish designs had already stirred an overpowering feeling of joy in Lizzy’s chest, but the fact that they had finished nearly an hour ahead of schedule left her practically skipping down the cobblestone street. Had it not been for her mother’s training, she most likely would have been skipping, gossiping old ladies be damned.

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For: ifbatmanwereajedi Artist: actresque Prompt: Grelle in the Mean Girls Santa outfit. Author’s Notes: Happy holidays~! I included a version with and without text in case you wanted to use it for anything. I hope Mean Girl Grelle keeps you warm this winter, even if the holiday season is over.

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For: wiitchb-tch Artist: hiddeninthunder Prompt: Lizzie being a bad*ss Author’s Notes: I hope you like it!

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For: greenfiredragonfly

Artist: Petty Bocchan

Prompt: Lizzie and Soma, something cute and shippy

Author’s Notes: Not the best but it’s done with love and dedication! I really hope you like my gift n.n lots of love and hoping to find you again at another faustian exchange:

-Your friend, Petty Bocchan

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We Know Better

For: pastelsweetart Author: easterneuropeswife Pairings/Character: The Twins Warnings: None Prompt: Write about life before the murder of the Phantomhives and the cuteness of the twins Author’s Notes: Ciel is Real!Ciel, while Cedric is Our!Ciel

"They’re beautiful, dear,“ Vincent smiled down at the twin babies in Rachel’s arms, peacefully asleep despite all of the hard work their mother had to do earlier. “Have you named them yet?” Rachel giggled. “I thought we already had that list made? Either way, I like Ciel,” She motioned to the twin in her right arm. “Then that one will be named Ciel,” Rachel smiled warmly but weakly. “And this one? How about Astre?”

“So tiny!” She gasped in amazement. “They look the same! They look like little dolls!” “Keep your voice down,” Frances scolded lightly. “And just think, one day you’ll be married to one of them,” Vincent teased Elizabeth, ruffling the tiny little curls on her head. She seemed unfazed and kept staring at the babies. “I can’t tell them apart,” Edward grumbled slightly, staring at Ciel. The baby he was looking at let out a tiny, curious coo. “I’m sure they’ll be easier to tell apart once they get older and have their own distinct personalities,” Alexis reassured his children. “What are their names?” “Ciel and Cedric,” Rachael answered easily. “Aren’t they pretty names?” “Cedric?” Frances asked in curiosity. “It was his idea. He wanted to name a child of ours after his father,” A maid came in and gently nudged Elizabeth and Edward out of the room. “It’s time for their nap,” She explained to the pouty toddlers. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ -3 Years Later- “You’re such a slow-poke!” Ciel laughed, running down the hallway. He stopped at the end to allow Cedric to catch up, and when he did, he was out-of-breath. “Sorry,” He pouted, fluffing out he skirt of his dress. “Doing what?” He asked and Ciel put a finger to his lips as he slowly pushed open the kitchen door, crouching down so it’d be harder to spot him. Cedric nodded and followed his lead, looking around. “Cook made sweets! I want some! You do too,” Ciel announced at a whisper, watching the kitchen closely to wait for an opening. Once the cook had his back turned, he bolted into the room, Cedric gasping and following after him. “Wait up!” He reached the counter first and stared up at it, being too short to get the big bowl of frosting down from it. “Watch!” Ciel smiled in a mischievous way and threw a fork really hard at the bowl, making it topple and fall over, spilling the frosting on the floor. “Free dessert!” He giggled and ran over to the mess, sticking his fingers into it and licking them clean. Cedric’s eyes widened and he started to follow his lead, only to freeze when the cook shouted at them. “You little brats!” He snapped, and Cedric gasped, standing up. “I’m sorry!!!!” He apologized shyly. “It was good!!!!” “We wanted some!” Ciel continued to lick his fingers off, looking absolutely unashamed. Vincent walked into the room and had to stifle his laughter when he found the twins. “What kind of trouble have you two found yourselves in?” He gently picked them up, trying to avoid their wet and sticky hands. “Those cupcakes were meant for you and your cousins to share,” “Is Eli mad?” Cedric asked in concern, his eyes widening. “She doesn’t care!” Ciel declared, grabbing Vincent’s shirt with his hands. “Sorry about these two. They’re still young, you know,” He apologized nicely to the cook, who still looked annoyed. “Now you two have to take a bath,“ He left the room with the twins in his arms and carried them back into the nursery, where their cousins were still playing. “I wanna play too!” Ciel said, pointing at Elizabeth who was dressing up a stuffed rabbit. “Bath time first,” Vincent said gently, setting the twins down on the bathroom floor. He sent for a maid and patted their foreheads, then the twins watched as the maid filled the bath up with hot water and bubbles. “Just our hands are dirty!” Ciel protested, holding them out for the maid to see. She simply smiled. “Master’s orders," She gently undressed the twins and placed them down in the bath once it was full. "Want any toys?” “Yes please!” Cedric smiled politely, splashing around in the bubbles. “A rubber ducky!” “I want a boat,” Ciel said, and the maid nodded and hurried into the nursery, coming back with a yellow rubber duck and a colorful wooden boat for the twins. She placed them into the tub and smiled at they happily splashed around. “Is it bath time? I want to take a bath too!” Elizabeth asked, leaning against the doorway. The bunny was still in the crook of her arm, wearing a pink frilly bonnet. “It’s not your bath time, Lady Elizabeth.” The maid shook her head and flicked her wrist at Elizabeth to make her leave. “Can Ciel and Cedric play with me when they’re done?” She asked, undettered. “But you’re already playing with me!” Edward instantly piped up from the nursery. “I wanna play with everyone!” She threw her hands into the air. “Yes, both your brother and cousins may play when they’re done,” The maid promised, and the answer satisfied Elizabeth so she ran back into the playroom, sitting across from Edward and building a tower of blocks. “It squirts water!” Cedric said happily, noticing a hole at the bottom of the duck designed to drain water. He instantly squeezed the duck underwater, making it overbloated, then he aimed it at Ciel and sprayed him, making the two giggle. “Stop!” Ciel laughed, sending a huge splash of water at Cedric, soaking him. Cedric then gathered up a handful of bubbles and blew them at Ciel’s face, making them settle in his dark hair. “You’re getting water everywhere," The maid scolded, getting out a small bar of soap and rubbing it into her hands to form a lather, then pulled Ciel closer to her and rubbing the lather into his hair. "Hey!” He gasped in surprise and kicked his legs, sending more water and bubbles out of the tub. The maid continued to wash his hair, gently splashing some water over it to rinse. “You’re next,” She pointed to Cedric, who instantly squeezed his eyes shut for fear of the soap falling in. She gently washed and rinsed his hair out too, then pulled the two out of the tub and wrapped them in towels. “Now wait here a second while I get-” “Yay we’re free!” Ciel cheered, instantly running off into the nursery, making the maid and Cedric gasp. “Come back here!” She darted after him, soon catching up and picking him up. “Honestly,” Elizabeth stared wide-eyed at the spectacle, soon laughing really hard. “He runs so fast! We should have a race!” “Later, my lady,” The maid shook her head and placed Ciel back in the bathroom, pressing her finger against his forehead. “Don’t do that again. I’m going to get your clothes,” She then left the room and came back in just a few seconds, apparently scared of one of them trying to escape again. She carefully put frilly blue dresses on them that went to their knees and brushed their hair, looking over her handiwork. “Alright, you may go play,” “Yay! Let’s go!” Ciel cheered, pulling Cedric alongside him into the nursery, helping Elizabeth build her block tower. “It’s already so big. If you keep building it, it’ll fall over," Edward stated. "Then we’ll just rebuild it!” Cedric replied happily, placing another block at the top. “Let’s make my house!” Elizabeth suggested, taking another set of blocks and starting to build a fence. “They’ve never seen your house before!” Edward scolded her. “I wanna go,” Cedric announced. “I wanna see Eli’s house!” “Me too,” Ciel smiled at him happily. ~~~~~~~~~~~ -3 More Years Later- “You just look like the most adorable dolls!” The seamstress cooed at the twins, dressed in identical blue and white sailor suits. “I did very good work,” “This is kinda tight,” Cedric said to himself, tugging at the ribbon at his neck. Ciel stared at him for a bit before suddenly running off, making Cedric chase after him. “I just got a funny idea!” He yelled back at Cedric, though he stopped once their dog lumbered out of their parents’ room. “Sebastian!” He kneeled down and happily petted him. Cedric simply gasped and stopped in his tracks. “Oh no,” He tried to walk back the way he came before the dog noticed him, but the inky black dog started to bark really loudly. “Sebastian! Stop it!” Ciel scolded, petting him and letting his fingers get tangled in the dog’s fur. “He doesn’t like me,” Cedric said quietly, more to himself. The dog had only been living there for a month and it had already decided it disliked him for no real reason. Everytime he was alone, Sebastian would bark, growl, and chase him. He hated that dog more than anything, he figured. He couldn’t even remember who gave them it. “Good boy,” Ciel cooed, finally standing up. “I had a great idea for a joke!” He looked back at Cedric, hiding behind the corner. “Want to hear it?” “What?” Cedric asked curiously, not coming out of hiding. “If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise! Come here,” He gently pulled on Cedric’s arm and led him to the laundry chute, a dirty laundry basket placed underneath. Ciel dug through it before pulling out something that glinted silver. “That’s….Mother’s brush!” Cedric gasped. “You hid it!” The brush was soft-bristled and a very shiny silver with an ivy design on the back. “She was looking for that this morning!” “I know! I told her Diederich’s kid stole it,” He smirked. “She believe you?” “A bit. But now we can bring it back to her and be praised!” “So that is what happened to my brush,” Rachel’s soft voice reached their ears, making the twins gasp. “Mother!” Cedric happily ran over to her and hugged her tightly. “Mother, Ciel stole your hairbrush!” “I see that now,” Rachel held out her hand for it. “I didn’t take it! I found it in the basket! That’s where Fritz left it!” Ciel declined, hiding the brush behind his back. “Ciel,” She said simply, and Ciel got a big pout on his face as he slowly handed the brush over. “If you tell me the truth, I won’t tell your father,” “He stole it!” Cedric repeated, tugging on Rachel’s grey dress. “I wanted to take it and hide it so when I found it again, you’d give me a reward,” Ciel admitted very quietly. “So I said Fritz stole it,” Rachel smiled slightly. “It was a good attempt, aside from the fact Fritz isn’t visiting today," She held the brush tightly in her hands. "I won’t tell your father, but stay out of trouble, alright?” She kissed their foreheads and left the hallway. “Mother’s right, you know. We should just stay out of trouble…we’ve caused enough for one day,” Cedric said shyly. “You’re right….” Ciel said, but a sly grin was forming on his face. “Mother’s hair is really shiny,” “Yes! It’s super shiny!” Cedric agreed happily. “What about it?” “Aunt Angelina says her hair is super shiny because she uses eggs!” Ciel finished, laughing. “Eggs? What? You use those for cakes,” “She cracks them over her head and then washes her hair out. They make it shiny!” Ciel dashed off again, making Cedric run after him. “Wait! What are you going to do? What do eggs have to do with anything?” He ran after him and found him in the kitchen, trying to coax one of the servants into giving him some eggs. “What for, my lord?” she asked suspiciously. “Mother wants them for her bath!” Ciel said happily, holding out his hands. “Then why did she send you instead of her maid, silly?” The maid gently tweaked Ciel’s nose. “Because she trusts me!” He then noticed someone struggling to carry in the jug of milk bottles and pointed in that direction. “Oh, he needs help!” “Hm?” The maid looked and saw the struggling man, gasping. “Oh goodness, he does!” She placed the eggs on the counter and hurried to help while Ciel stole the eggs from her, stuffing them into his pockets and running back into the hallway, only to run right into Cedric. The two fell on the floor with a crack. “Did I break something?!” Cedric instantly worried, looking himself over before he noticed something yellow and runny pouring from the pockets of Ciel’s pants. “Did you have an accident?” “What?” He showed his hands into his pockets, only to gasp and find broken eggshells and goop on his hands. “They broke!” He stood up and tried to pull the broken eggs out of his pockets. “Get rid of them before someone sees!” Cedric cried urgently, dancing on his toes. “What were you trying to do?” “I just wanted to see if they would make our hair shiny too!” He tried to pull more out, only to hear someone’s footsteps. “Father-!” He turned around, only to see Edward standing in the hallway, looking at them in silence. “I don’t think I even want to know,” He said finally, leaving. “Oh, that means Elizabeth is here!” Cedric said happily. “We’re going on a picnic today with her and Aunt Frances!” Ciel finally managed in cleaning his pockets out, groaning slightly in disgust. “My hands are all sticky,” He slapped them together to try and get the eggshells off. “Cedric! Ciel! Are you ready to go?” Rachel called cheerfully, her eyes widening when she saw the egg mess on the floor. She frowned instead. “Mother! Your hair is really shiny today!” Cedric laughed awkwardly. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ -3 More Years Later- Cedric wandered around the house, looking for his brother. The Midfords had come over again to spend the Autumn holiday, but they were planning on leaving once more for winter, which meant they would miss the twins’ tenth birthday. Cedric was disappointed by it, but there wasn’t very much he could do. “Ciel! Ciel? Where are you?” He called, going into the kitchen and looking around. He figured he could spend time with Elizabeth and Edward, but his cousins were twelve and fifteen and so much more mature and intimidating than him. He didn’t really feel like being scolded by Frances either. “Here I am!” Ciel said happily, standing on a stool and watching one of the servants make a big pot of tea. “Ciel!” Cedric happily ran over to him. “What’s this?” “The tea for Lizzy’s party. See how fancy it is?” He motioned to the gold-embellished set made of fine china. “Oh, that’s Mother’s favorite set!” Cedric breathed. “I hope she doesn’t break it!” “Lizzy is very careful,” Ciel winked. “I asked if we could take it to her,” “Us? But isn’t it really heavy?!” “We’re just carrying the tea pot," He explained just as the servant announced the tea was done. "Here you go," He gave Ciel special gloves and handed the handle to him. "Be careful,” Ciel nodded and smiled sweetly. “We’ll be very careful,” He promised, slowly walking out of the kitchen. He then placed the teapot on a nearby endtable and pulled a small packet out of his pocket. “What’s that?” Cedric asked curiously. “Seasoning,” Ciel answered, ripping open the packet and gently pouring half of it into the tea. He then stirred it up, throwing the spoon into a dustbin. “Tea doesn’t need seasoning-” “Trust me,” Ciel simply placed his finger to his lips as he picked the teapot back up and carried it over to the tearoom, where Elizabeth and Edward were quietly sitting and waiting. “Our tea is here! Thank you very much,” Elizabeth smiled politely, taking the pot from Ciel and pouring it into both hers and Edward’s cups, not spilling a single drop. “Did you want one of these? I can’t eat any more!” she offered her plate of biscuits to the twins, and Cedric eagerly took one. “Come on, all that sugar isn’t good for them,” Edward scolded, sipping his tea. His clothes were in the same shade of light green as Elizabeth’s and had just as much frills. “It’s just one cookie!” Elizabeth protested, drinking her own tea. “Besides, I really couldn’t eat anymore,” “Let’s give the rest to the servants!” Cedric suggested happily. “I bet they’ll love them!” “Oh, sure,” Ciel hummed. Cedric quietly ate the chocolate biscuit as he watched his cousins drink the tea and chat about how their training was going and what plans they had for the winter holiday. Elizabeth finished her tea first and placed the cup on the saucer with a clatter. “What kind of tea is this?” Edward asked. “Your usual," Ciel answered quickly. "Maybe I did eat too many biscuits…my stomach hurts,” Elizabeth said quietly, clutching it. “So does mine,” Edward said in surprise, standing up. “Did you do something to it?” “No,” Ciel answered. “He just put seasoning in it,” Cedric stated, making Ciel glare at him. “Nobody puts seasoning in tea!” Edward scolded before quickly dashing out of the room. “It hurts,” Elizabeth cried, running out of the room as well. “What did you do?” Cedric asked the second they were gone. He started to drink some of Edward’s leftover tea, only to have Ciel smack his wrist. “Don’t! It’ll make you sick too!” He yelled, pulling a small box out of his pocket. “I put these in their tea,” Cedric rubbed his wrist gingerly and read the box, his eyes widening. “These are…laxatives? You put laxatives in their tea?!” “Isn’t it clever? There’s no proof it was me,” Ciel smirked. “I guess that idea could come in handy later….maybe,” Cedric said to himself, unsure of when he would ever need to do something so gross and mean to someone else. “Cedric!!! Ciel!!!! Get in here!” Vincent directed from the hallway, making Ciel throw the box under the table and hurry off. “Like I said, there’s no proof I ever did anything wrong!” “Wait up!” Cedric pouted, hurrying after his twin. “We’re in so much trouble again….”

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