#ciel fantomhive

[kywaslost]

hello! may I request for Ciel with him slowly falling for his maid (fem reader + someone who is also a skilled demon) who gives him pure love and attention and is just serving him out of romantic love. Even if reader is sometimes serious at certain times, she's also just like most girly girls who frets about clothes and make ups

Supernatural Love - Ciel Phantomhive

A/N: Hi! Sorry this took so long! I was waiting until I felt like I could write this to the best of my ability. I hope it turned out alright!

Never in his life did Ciel think that he could fall in love with a supernatural being

He lived in denial for the longest time, and if he was honest he wasn’t even aware he had a crush on you until Sebastian brought it up

When Sebastian first started searching for servants for the Phantomhive Manor, he ran into you

He hired you, hesitant at first because you were also a demon, but regardless you were a skilled fighter with supernatural abilities so it wouldn’t hurt to have you around

Of course he told Ciel about you being a demon

The boy didn’t care, as long as you didn’t cause trouble

You were ordered to work alongside Sebastian for a while so he could keep an eye on you, and that meant that you were constantly around Ciel

You had been dragged with the two when they went on missions

Ciel didn’t start falling in love with you until you saved his life, quite literally, one day during a risky mission

Just the way that you cared for him while being so kind and gentle baffled him

Ciel began giving you chores that kept you near him, or at least so he could see you more frequently. 

Sebastian got a kick out of the whole ordeal, especially because he didn’t think Ciel was aware of his obvious crush

The butler didn’t say anything until one night you came rushing into Ciel’s study, two different dresses in hand

You first turned your attention to Sebastian. “Which one? The one I’m wearing, or one of these? I can’t decide.”

Ciel practically glowed at the sight of you as Sebastian replied, “I assure you, Y/N, you will look beautiful in whatever you decide to wear.”

“That’s not what I asked, Sebastian.”

You turn to Ciel with hopeful eyes. “Which one do you think, master?”

He took a moment to look at the dresses, then said, “The blue one. The pink one is too bright for the occasion, and the green one makes you look older.”

You thanked him for his advice and ran off to get ready

“You really are hopeless, aren’t you master?” Sebastian chuckled

And that’s when Ciel realizes he has the biggest crush on you

Later that night at the ball, you’re touching up your makeup for the third time within the hour

“Y/N,” Ciel says softly with a smile. “Your makeup is just fine. You do not need to keep trying to fix what does not need to be fixed.”

He even works up the courage to ask you to dance, and at the end of the night he confesses his love to you

Ciel finally came to terms with his emotions, loving you regardless of your supernatural status

[kywaslost]

Good day! Could you make a Ciel x reader where the Ciel has a crush on the reader who is Lizzy’s sister (for the sake lest say Lizzy and Ciel ended to engagement) the thing is the reader is the only one in the Midford family to have dark hair (from a grandparent) and she gets very insecure about it, feeling like a black sheep in her family. Lizzy and everyone is very kind to her it’s just she constantly feels left out because she has a very different personality compared to her sister and brother. She feels very out of place during photo’s with her family. And especially during parties when people talk about her either being adopted or the cause of her mother being unfaithful. She just is naturally much more moody, and she doesn’t have as many friends unlike Lizzy because she just brings the mood down.

Sorry if it’s a lot, have a good day!

Odd One Out - Ciel Phantomhive

A/N: I decided to post this one a day early! I only have one class today and have a lot of free time at the moment. So sorry this took so long!

Not gonna lie, I had to do some research for this one. I’m a sucker for genetics, and so I got super excited for this one. Blonde hair is an autosomal recessive trait, meaning both parents have to be blond. Since both Midford parents are blonde, all of their children have to be blonde, that’s how I learned it. But I did some research to see if there’s mutations or something that can cause dark hair in children born from two blondes. I’ll try my best to simplify what I’ve found. 

Melanin is a polymer, and it is most often known as the polymer that gives skin, hair, and eyes its color. By what I can understand, there are two types of melanin: eumelanin and pheomelanin. Lots of eumelanin produces black or brown hair, whereas pheomelanin produces red hair. Blonde hair is produced by very little eumelanin. Melanocortin 1 Receptor (MC1R) is responsible for determining hair color. Mutations in the MC1R gene can cause red or auburn hair. 

For the sake of this fanfic, let’s just say there’s a mutation in the reader’s production of eumelanin cause I can’t find any way for two blonds to produce a dark-haired kiddo. And yes, I know this is a fanfic but listen people my love for science is strong so fiction or not I’m gonna make my details as accurate as possible. Anyway, hope you enjoy, and here are my sources <3

Is hair color determined by genetics?: MedlinePlus Genetics

Hair color depends on the amount of melanin you have in your hair. The amount of melanin is determined by many genes, but not much is known

Human hair color - Wikipedia

You were the black sheep of the family in every way possible. Literal or not, others found great joy in pointing out every difference between you and your siblings, especially when it comes to your appearance. It’s difficult to explain to others why you bear little resemblance to your family. Sure, you had your mother’s build and your father’s eyes, but that was as far as it went. You didn’t have the same hair color as your parents and siblings.

It’s common knowledge that two blonde parents bear a blonde child, yet you had dark auburn hair. After years and years of torment and rumors of your mother being unfaithful, or that you were adopted, you began researching why you were the way you were. There wasn’t much out there, but you did discover that you had some type of genetic mutation dealing with hair color. That’s why it was so difficult to explain to others why your hair was so different from your family’s, they didn’t have the same extent of knowledge as you did. 

It didn’t help that you were also extremely different personality wise. Your sister Lizzy was very outgoing and extroverted, never hesitating to host parties or to meet new people. Your brother Edward, on the other hand, was very stoic and serious. He didn’t tolerate much of anything, and was very protective over you and your sister. But you weren’t much like your siblings. You often kept to yourself, only spoke when spoken to, and were generally just very independent. Growing up, the only real friends you had were your siblings, and your twin cousins.

Now that you’re older, you are even more independent. You spent less and less time with your family, often opting to stay in your room or going off on your own into the city. Your family constantly tried to get you to go to events with them, such as going to balls, parties, and even things as simple as family outings, but you couldn’t help but feel out of place. People constantly stared at you, and you couldn’t help but notice their hushed whispers as you walked by with your family. 

You were grateful that your family didn’t see you the same way the rest of the world did. Your parents treated you no differently than your sister and brother. If anything, they tried their hardest with you to try and make you feel more comfortable and confident in yourself. Lizzy constantly wanted to be with you, doing your hair and makeup to spend some quality time with you. She took you dress shopping, and tried to cheer you up in that sort of way. 

Because of your discomfort around your family, you often spent a lot of time with your cousin Ciel. His servants never treated you any differently than they did the rest of your family, and the boy’s Estate overall felt like a safe place for you. Ciel was always willing to let you vent to him, whether it be about how people had been treating you or how you were thinking of yourself, he always had advice to offer. 

What he never would confess, however, was his feelings for you. His engagement with Lizzy ended just over a year ago, and it was all because he realized he had feelings for you instead. Watching you change throughout the years broke his heart, how you became more independent and less willing to socialize and go out. 

You were staying a few nights at the manor to spend some time with Ciel. You had been having a particularly hard time, and you thought it best to spend some time with the boy. He greeted you with open arms, and immediately ordered Sebastian to prepare your favorite meal for dinner. You fell into your cousin’s arms, tearing up as he held you tightly. 

“May I ask what brings you here?” CIel asks calmly as he hugs you. He can feel your tears soaking into his shirt and he becomes even more worried. 

You sniffed as you pulled away from Ciel, wiping at your eyes. “I’m sorry, it’s just been a really long week.”

Ciel frowned, gently taking your arm and leading you inside. “Come, tell me about it.” You were led inside the Estate and to the sofa beside the fireplace. Ciel draped a light blanket over your shoulders as he sat beside you. Taking your hand in his, his blue eye met your E/C ones. “What happened?”

You began to cry harder as you recalled the events of the past week. Ciel listened as you told him about the hushed whispers and not-so-hidden stares followed your every move at a ball you attended with your family. Then how you stepped out of your comfort zone to speak to girls your own age at said ball, and how they giggled to each other as they ignored you and walked away.

Ciel wrapped you tightly in a hug, pulling you so your legs are draped over his lap and your face is buried in his shoulder. “Look at this,” you sniffle, reaching for your bag at the end of the couch. Ciel released you from his arms as you dug through your bag, pulling out a photo. You replaced yourself on CIel’s lap, handing him the photo. His warm hands brushed against your own as he took the image.

“This is a lovely photo,” he smiled softly. It was a printed image of the most recent family photo taken three days ago. Your father held your mother’s waist, Edward on his other side and Lizzy standing beside your mom. You were beside your sister. Ciel was right, it was a lovely photo. But the longer he looked at it, he noticed everyone’s bright smiles, and then you. It looked as if you were near tears, barely able to hold your smile long enough to take the photo.

“Honey,” Ciel coos quietly. This was very uncharacteristic of the Earl. He never showed this much empathy and emotion towards someone before.

“I hate this photo,” you cried as you rested your head on his shoulder once again.

“Why?”

“I look so out of place!” You pointed to yourself in the picture. “I hate that I was born this way! Why did I have to have this mutation?”

Ciel set the picture aside, wrapping you in his arms again and running a hand down your back. “I think you’re beautiful,” his voice was soft as he whispered in your ear. “Genetic mutation or not, I love the way you look, and I wouldn’t change it for the world.” CIel continued to hold you until you fell asleep in his arms. As he carried you to your designated room, he whispered to you. 

“I don’t understand why others treat you this way, and I wish they would stop just as much as you do. But I love you, Y/N, and I would give everything to have you in my life. Genetic mutation or not, you are beautiful just the way you are.”

[kywaslost]

Can you write Ciel with a fem s/o who’s hands are always cold?

Ciel With An S/O Who Has Cold Hands

A/N: Hi! I turned this into headcanons, I hope that’s ok. I couldn’t think of a story to write around it.

The first time Ciel had ever held your hand, you were asleep in your bed. You had had a nightmare, your first one around Ciel, and Sebastian had told the boy to stay with you. It was early on in your relationship, so Ciel was still hesitant about physical touch. 

He couldn’t bring himself to lay beside you, so he sat next to you on the bed. Once he was sure you were asleep, he reached out to hold your hand.

Except once he felt your cold hands, he immediately let go and shook you awake.

You were so confused. You had just fallen back asleep. What could have happened?

“Your hands are so cold, I thought you had died,” Ciel said quickly. 

Genuinely, the boy’s sleep-ridden brain thought you were dead and your hand was so cold.

It still shocks him from time to time, how cold you seemed to be. But you promised him it was just your hands.

You would hold his hand when in the streets of London, and he’d rub your knuckles with his thumb to warm you up.

Ciel even bought you gloves to keep you warm.

Now that he’s more comfortable with PDA, he loves to hold your hand, and now he has an excuse to always hold your hands.

Loves you with all of his heart, even with your cold hands :)

[kywaslost]

Sebastian Michaelis Helps You When You Pass Out in the Shower

A/N: Based on past events where I quite nearly black out for a few seconds when trying to get through a shower, and events from a few days ago when I was a bit dehydrated and took a scorching hot ‘everything’ shower. This is also my first Black Butler piece, so please be kind. I’m always open to comfort requests and writing tips and advice!

Also, this is written with the reader as a female.

Warnings: blood, passing out

It had been a tiring day for you, and you longed for nothing more than a nice warm shower to wash the day’s events away. You had an early morning, eating breakfast with your best friend, Ciel. You were family friends, and almost inseparable when together. Then, you spent most of the day in London working on a case with the boy and his butler. You arrived home later than usual, covered in grime and blood. Whether it was yours or someone else’s, you weren’t sure. 

You had fallen asleep on Ciel’s shoulder during the carriage ride home, and he rested with his head on yours. When the three of you arrived at the manor, Sebastian gently lifted you up and carried you out of the carriage, Ciel following closely behind. 

“Young Master,” Sebastian said softly. “Do you think you could see yourself in your washroom while I carry Lady Y/N to her room? I shall be with you shortly.”

The young Earl Phantomhive nodded with a yawn. “See to it that Lady Y/N is alright and have Mey-Rin help her shall she need it.” 

Sebastian gently adjusted his hold on you as he carried you up the stairs to your guest room, although you had been staying with Ciel for so long it might as well be deemed your personal bedroom. You were still sound asleep against Sebastian’s chest as he entered your room and sat you down in a chair. He supported your neck and head with one hand as he gently shook you awake with the other. 

“Lady Y/N, we have returned to the manor,” he said quietly, watching as your eyes slowly opened and you glanced around the room. Once he was sure your head would not fall if he let go, the butler knelt down in front of you and removed your shoes.

You groaned softly, rubbing the remnants of sleep from your eyes. “How did we get in here?” you asked groggily, tired eyes staring at Sebastian’s red ones in curiosity.

 He smiled gently, untying your other shoe and guiding it off of your foot. “I’m afraid you fell asleep on my young master in the carriage, so I carried you to your room to wake you up and let you have a nice warm bath or shower, whichever you may choose. I will call Mey-Rin to assist you.”

Sebastian stood as you shook your head, slowly getting up on your own feet. “I think I will take a shower, and I can manage on my own. Thank you, Sebastian.” You offered a small smile. 

“There is no need to thank me, Lady Y/N. If I couldn’t provide excellent guest services to the manor’s guests, what kind of butler would I be?” Sebastian said with a bow. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to tend to the young master for a moment. I will return shortly to help you prepare for bed.”

You watched as the tall man left before making your way to the conjoined bathroom. You closed the door behind you, but left it unlocked for whoever would be bringing you your nightclothes. You quickly undressed yourself and started the shower, stepping in once you were satisfied with the temperature.

You perfered particularly hot showers, ones that leave your skin burning with warmth and the mirrors foggy when you are finished. Especially on days like today where London had been particularly cold and dreary. You basked in the warmth of the water before beginning to wash your hair.

It had taken 10 minutes alone to get all of the dirt and grime out of your hair, and you had begun feeling the slightest bit lightheaded when you were finished. You shook off the feeling, lathering conditioner through your h/l h/c hair. Then you moved on to washing your body. You were feeling considerably worse now, not being able to stand and you felt extremely close to passing out. So you sped up your showering process, hoping to get out of the shower before the inevitable happened.

Your breathing grew ever so slightly heavier as you knelt over, opting to sit for a moment. Except you don’t remember ever making it to the ground. All you felt was your head grow even heavier and then feeling relief for a split second.

“Lady Y/N, may I come in?” Sebastian asked with a knock on your bedroom door. When he received no answer, he knocked again as he slowly opened the door and stepped into your room. “I am coming in, miss.” Upon entering the room, there was no sign of you. Sebastian could still hear the shower running, and movements coming from the other side of the bathroom door, so he made his way to your dresser and gathered a change of underclothes and sleepwear.

As he was doing so, he heard a crash from behind the bathroom door. The demon butler ran to the door, knocking anxiously. “Is everything alright, Lady Y/N?” he asked worriedly. “I heard a crash.” Yet he was met with silence yet again. Sebastian knocked one last time before entering. He poked his head in the doorway slowly to see you unmoving on the floor of the shower, shower curtains having fallen and draped over you just enough that you were properly covered.

“Oh my,” the man said under his breath. He placed your clothes on the counter, then gathered your towel before stepping over to you. Sebastian turned off the water, noticing how considerably warm it was in the room. Then he kneeled down by your head at the edge of the shower, shaking your shoulder gently. “Miss, are you alright?” There was a cut across your face, beginning just above your right eye and traveling over the bridge of your nose and ending below your left eye from where the shower curtain hit you as it fell. Sebastian examined you as best he could, concluding that you had not sustained any serious injuries as of yet. 

Sebastian methodically removed the shower curtain swiftly enough that he didn’t see any part of you before wrapping you up in your towel. The butler picked you up again, carefully carrying you to your room and laying you down on your bed. He dried you off as best as he could, then tied a blindfold over his eyes as he began dressing you himself. He would have had Mey-Rin take care of the task, except she had already turned in for the night and you had allowed Sebastian to help you dress in the past. Being friends with Ciel also meant that you and the demon butler were quite close, and you felt comfortable around him. So much so that Ciel and Sebastian explained their contract to you and you couldn’t have cared less. 

Once you were fully clothed, Sebastian removed his blindfold and took care of carefully drying your hair as best he could before hanging your towel to dry and returning to you with a first-aid kit.

At this moment, your bedroom door creaked open ever so slightly more, catching the attention of the butler making his way to you. He could see gray-blue hair peaking just past the door, and then watched as Ciel jumped into the room. The young boy was without his eyepatch, blue and purple eyes shining with worry. 

“What had happened to Lady Y/N?” he said loudly, rushing to your side.

“It appears she has passed out while in the shower,” Sebastian explained calmly, laying a hand on the Earl’s shoulder. “Please, do remain quiet. We do not want to frighten her when she awakes.”

“And when will that be?”

Sebastian glanced back at you. “Should be any moment now, master. Now, would you like to sit beside Miss L/N on the other side of the bed while I cleanse her wound? Just in case she awakes afraid?” Ciel nodded, climbing onto the bed beside you and taking your hand in his. He watched as Sebastian sat just above your head, gently guiding it to lay in his lap as he pulled on a pair of latex gloves, unpacking cotton balls and antiseptic. 

With great care the Phantomhive butler dabbed at your cut, wiping any blood from your face and cleaning your wound. He had just begun when you startled awake, jerking your head to the side and gasping softly. You felt Ciel’s hand tighten around yours as your eyes opened and you quickly looked around the room, attempting to sit up.

Gentle hands guided you to lay back down, however, and as you complied you looked up to see Sebastian above you with a soft smile adorning his features. “Please relax, Lady Y/N. I assure you, you are alright. There is nothing to be afraid of.” You winced in pain, lifting a hand to your head. Sebastian stopped you, taking your hand and placing it down beside you. “Please refrain from touching your face, miss. I’d hate for you to bloody yourself.” 

Tears swelled in your eyes when you saw Ciel beside you, watching you worriedly. “I’m sorry,” you said softly, letting the tears fall. “I’m so sorry.”

“Whatever for?” Ciel and Sebastian said simultaneously.

“You passed out, Lady Y/N. Why do you feel the need to apologize?” Sebastian said softly. 

Ciel lifted his free hand to wipe away your tears, smearing a bit of blood in the process. As Sebastian wiped Ciel’s hand off, you responded. “I could have prevented it. And I broke the shower curtain. I’m so sorry Ciel.” “I assure you it is nothing Sebastian cannot handle,” Ciel smiled softly. 

“I will take care of it as soon as I clean your wound and bandage you up,” Sebastian responded. “If you don’t mind, I am going to continue. It will sting. Just let me know if it becomes too much.”

You nodded, closing your eyes as you let Sebastian treat your cut. Everytime you were in pain you would squeeze Ciel’s hand just a bit tighter, and he’d comfort you by running his thumb along your knuckles.

“And… all finished,” Sebastain declared with a smile. “How do you feel?” You slowly pulled yourself to sit upright with Ciel’s help, and Sebastian rested a hand on your back to steady you.

“A bit dizzy, but better.” You turned around and quickly wrapped your arms around Sebastian in a hug. “Thank you, sorry for the trouble.”

“What kind of butler would I be if I were not able to treat your wounds, miss?” Sebastian gently hugged you back before pulling away. He quickly disposed of his gloves and used cotton balls, then stood off the bed. “If you’ll excuse me, I am going to fetch you a glass of water. I feel as though dehydration played a part in tonight’s events. I will return shortly.”

Ciel helped you under the covers as Sebastian left, keeping his gaze on you at all times.

You couldn’t help but feel terrible for making him worry. “I’m sorry Ciel. You should be asleep by now.”

Ciel gave you a knowing gaze. “You know I will not rest until we bid good night, Y/N. I came to do just that, when I found Sebastian about to tend to you. I was not about to leave you alone.”

Sebastian returned with a glass of water and helped you sit upright to drink the refreshing beverage. You handed the glass back to him.

“I shall set this on your night stand in case you require more throughout the night.” You nodded.

“I guess we should all go to bed now,” you smiled softly. “I’m sorry for all of the trouble. Thank you for helping me.”

“It was my pleasure,” Sebastian responded. “I shall return you to bed now, master.”

“Good night, Y/N,” Ciel said softly. “Rest well. And don’t be afraid to ring Sebastian if you need anything throughout the night.”

Sebastian gave you one final bow as he followed Ciel out of your room, closing the door behind him gently. You were forever grateful for your best friend and his butler. Although ashamed due to passing out in the shower and cutting yourself, you were grateful that they were there to care for you.

[kywaslost]

ciel phantomhive x f!reader, she finds out that she’s actually a bizzare doll and is horrified and shocked. what would Ciel’s reaction be

Dolls of Unknown Origin - Ciel Phantomhive

A/N: Posting two days in a row? Yep! Because I have like 3-4 finished requests ready to post and I want to stick to posting every Friday but I hate making people wait for so long, so I may just post all the ones I have done this weekend and then spend the rest of my time finished all of my requests. That way I can get back to writing my own little things! I made this a hc because I wasn’t 100% confident in my ability to make this a decent one-shot. Hope that’s ok!

How were you supposed to know that you were one of the creatures that were killing people left and right?

Sure, you don’t remember anything past just a few months ago, when you first met Ciel in London

He had found you unconscious in an alley near Undertaker’s Parlor, and somehow you ended up traveling with him and Sebastian

You were upset at first because you seemed to have lost your memory, but eventually came to terms with it

You’re on the Campania investigating with Ciel and Sebastian and weird creatures are attacking people

And Undertaker is there. He’s one of the few people you remember before being found by Ciel

That whole fight is going down, where Undertaker reveals that he is a reaper

And that’s when he also confesses that you are one of the bizarre dolls

He admits to everything. That you were brought to the parlor after your death, and he was bored and wanted to try and bring you back to life, except he thought his little experiment had failed and so he dumped you in a nearby alley

Which, to be fair, his experiment failed in the fact that you weren’t stumbling around killing people, but you were in fact brought back from death

You were left to contemplate your entire existence as Sebastian grabs you and Ciel and makes a run for it

Ciel is just as shocked as you are

But I also feel like he would be chill with it as long as you didn’t start killing people

When it’s all said and done and you’re left sitting in a rescue boat with an injured Ciel and Sebastian, you try to apologize and even try to convince them to finish you off, seeing you’re a monster

But they reassure you that as long as you act human and don’t turn murderous, you’re ok

Besides, what’s one more supernatural being going to do to the staff at Phantomhive Manor?

[kywaslost]

I was wondering if you could do a request that’s slightly crack but at the same time angst and fluff? Or you can just read this as crack because idc.

Ciel x reader but basically the reader is a criminal who is almost constantly doing things that go against the Queen but every time she gets caught, Ciel is so just—

Ciel: … Are you sorry for what you did?

Reader: yes…☹️

Ciel: she’s innocent.

Sebastian: what no—

He’s like a gentle parent that gives a gentle hit on the wrist then apologizes because he doesn’t ever want the reader to hate him or be taken away from him because he already has had all that he loves taken from him. So no matter if the reader is using him or not to get away with things he will always vouch for her innocence. So he makes Sebastian frame people for the readers crimes. And Sebastian is getting sick of it because of how repetitive it’s getting.

Turn The Other Way - Ciel Phantomhive

A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this one! I hope you like it! Also, today is the first ‘fanfic Friday’ as I’m gonna call it. And requests are still open! <3

Warning/s: mentions of murder, arson

You were much like Snake, a lost ally of the Earl Phantomhive with nowhere to go. Similar to Snake’s upbringing as a servant, you met Ciel and Sebastian during one of their missions from the Queen. You were actually not involved with the case what-so-ever, but got caught up in one of the duo’s man hunts as they chased after someone they thought was the criminal. They ended up chasing you, mistaking you for the man they were looking for.

The man in question was a skilled arsonist, setting fires all throughout London without being caught. One would call it a coincidence that you had nothing to do with this case until you were caught by Sebastian and CIel. They apologized, releasing you and explaining what they were trying to do and who they were trying to catch. You brushed them off, rushing to get home. What the two didn’t know was that you had just robbed a small store, and were on the run back home.

It didn’t take much longer for you to run into the two again, accept this time it was much worse. You ran home to see smoke billowing into the dark sky common from the direction of your apartment. You arrived on scene, seeing someone hiding in the dark smoke of your now-burning home. 

Being a skilled criminal, you knew a thing or two about escapism, making it easier to catch the man who had burnt your home to a crisp. He was fast, and you’d admit he was also very skilled, but so were you. It didn’t take long at all to catch him and tie him up.

You were dragging him by the rope you tied him with, swearing at him and threatening to end his life when you bumped into someone. Being in your current terrible mood, you began yelling at the person you ran into, not realizing it was Sebastian until you managed to get a good look at him.

“Here’s the guy you were looking for,” you growled, shoving the skilled criminal into the butler. “Too little too late.”

Ciel stood close by, watching as firemen attempted to quell the flames of the burning apartment building. “Is this your home?”

You glared at the Earl, then growled, “Yeah. Like I said, too little too late. I caught the guy and I wasn’t even looking for him.” All you had left of your belongings was a small backpack field with a spare outfit and everything you had stolen just hours ago. You adjusted the bag on your shoulder and turned to leave. “Thanks for nothing, guard dog.” You turned your back to the two, stomping away in anger. 

“Wait!” Ciel exclaims, gripping your wrist to stop you from leaving. “Come with us.”

You raised an eyebrow, turning back to the boy. “What?”

“Come with us,” Ciel said again. “You are clearly skilled in something, and you caught the man we’ve been looking for for 4 days, in just an hour.” Ciel smiled ever so slightly. “We could use you. Come be a servant at Phantomhive Manor.”

You shook your hand from his grasp with a scowl. “Why would I want to serve you?”

“We can make a deal,” Sebastian offers. “If you serve Lord Phantomhive, we will provide you with housing and meals, free of charge. All we ask is that you accompany us on any missions we may require you of, as well as completing daily household chores.”

That’s how you came about becoming one of Ciel Phantomhive’s maids. You were spiteful at first, and you had the right to be. Afterall, the Queen’s guard dog failed to save your home, and all of the very few belongings you possessed. But after a few months, you got used to your new life, and dare you say you even enjoyed it. Your room was small yet larger than your old one, and you were allowed to decorate it any way you pleased. The food was excellent, incomparable to the scraps you had to eat as a criminal. 

Living with the Earl made it difficult to keep up with your hobbies.The manor’s other servants kept a close eye on the property, making it nearly impossible to sneak out. So you took your off time on missions to sneak off and break every rule the Queen had set in. You weren’t entirely sure why you found it so enjoyable to be rebellious against the Queen, but it filled you with adrenaline that you couldn’t find anywhere else. 

You were staying in London with Sebastian and Ciel. You were used to the system by now, hunting day and night for whoever, or whatever, you were looking for. You were often left to your own devices, since Ciel ended protection 24/7. This left you open and available for whatever you desired. Today’s task was vandalizing a new monument the Queen was having built in Central London. 

You gathered everything you needed, buckets of brightly colored paint, gloves, and paint brushes. You snuck through the quiet city, enjoying the peacefulness of it all. The unfinished monument left vulnerable, practically asking to be messed with. Smiling widely, you dipped a gloved hand into an open bucket of yellow paint, taking a handful and splattering it across the monument. 

You were 3 colors in when you felt someone grab your hand tightly, keeping you from flinging more paint.

“Y/N?” You froze, breath stalling as you hear Ciel’s voice from behind you.

“Yes master?” you say quietly, afraid of what the boy would do to you. Was he going to fire you? Kick you out and make you live on the streets?

“What are you doing?”

“It seems as if she is vandalizing the Queen’s new prized monument,” Sebastian answers with a glare. The demon awaited for Ciel’s punishment with great joy. Sebastian liked you, don’t get him wrong, but he knew there was something up with you since day 1. His glowing red eyes turned to Ciel with a wicked smile. “How should I punish her, my lord?”

Ciel did not look at Sebastian, eyes still on you. He looked over you, and then your new work of art. He sighed, then asked, “Are you sorry?”

You raised an eyebrow in confusion and Sebastian’s smile dropped almost instantly. “Huh?”

“Are you sorry for what you’ve done?” Ciel asked again, staring at you as he awaited your response.

“Sir, with all do respect,” Sebastian interrupted. “Y/N deserves to be punished and turned in to the Queen for her crimes.”

Ciel raised a hand to silence his Butler. “Y/N, are you sorry?”

You were beyond confused but answered the boy with a soft, “I’m sorry master. I feel awful.”

Ciel straightened, then finally turned to Sebastian. “She’s innocent.”

Sebastian shook his head with shock. “What?!” 

Ciel began walking back towards the place the three of you were staying. “Y/N, follow me. We must get you cleaned up. Sebastian, pin this on someone else. We will continue our search for John Doe tomorrow morning.” Turning to look at Sebastian one last time Ciel sternly said, “That’s an order.”

You shot a sly smile towards Sebastian, then followed the Earl. “Yes, sir.”

Sebastian grumbled, but bowed slightly. “Yes, my lord.” He shot you a glare before disappearing.

You weren’t sure why Ciel let you off the hook, but you didn’t complain. In fact, you pushed your luck, letting yourself get caught every time you tried to steal, vandalize, or rob. Each time, Ciel asked you if you were sorry. You’d say yes, fein a pout, then watch as Sebastian would growl, then grumble as he’s left to clean up your messes. 

After one night where picking up after you was particularly brutal, Sebastian came grumbling to Ciel. “Why do you excuse her behavior?”

“I’m sorry?” Ciel asks with a raised brow. “Who are you to question my actions?”

“She’s a criminal, my lord,” Sebastian continued. “She should not continue to be around you with this behavior.”

“Has she ever harmed me or my name?”

“No, but-”

“Then leave it.” Ciel barked, standing from his spot on the bed where Sebastian changed him from his night clothes. “I cannot lose anyone else. As long as she is safe with us, you will continue to watch after her and keep her from being caught by the queen.”

Sebastian took a deep breath. “I did not know that you felt this way about Y/N.” Bowing lowly, he continued. “I will protect her as I do you, my lord.”

“Use me as an excuse if you have to,” Ciel sighs. “I don’t care. Make sure she stays with us.” He couldn’t risk losing you. Whether you truly were using him, or just doing this due to old habit, you were all Ciel had left. He couldn’t risk anything happening to you or the other servants, so as long as he’s alive he is going to see you as innocent and keep you out of harm’s way of the Queen.

[kywaslost]

What’s up. I too have gotten hooked on Black Butler. After 3 years of not being in the fandom anymore. I have a fanfic idea for you.It’s a Ciel x reader so it’s going to be more on the angst side but still fluffy and funny if you look at it from an angle. It’s Ciel. C’mon.

So basically the reader is very similar to him. Being that she also has intense trauma and is extremely stoic and cold. On the other hand she’s also considered eerie and ominous looking. Soon Ciel after a while starts having feeling for the reader, he sees her as someone who understands him completely and fully. Ciel starts showing that he’s interested in being in a more intimate relationship with the reader other then just being partners. The reader of course rejects all these moves even though she also likes him, not only because he’s engaged but because she knows he’s a manipulator. After a long time of driving Sebastian insane with the pinning and rejecting, Lizzy finds out about Ciel’s feelings for the reader and confronts both of them. She’s lightly bitterly and is crying at first but she does want Ciel to be happy and is good friends with the reader (and she’s an Angel) so she doesn’t hold him back. Now the reader and Ciel are in a situation where they can show there feeling for each other freely but have no idea where to start.

Just so that you have a small reference to what I mean by a stoic and eerie looking reader I have a drawing of my Black Butler OC that you can take notes from (you don’t have to just here if you want lmfao)

Thank you, hopefully it’s not too long or complicated. You don’t have to write this if you don’t feel comfortable enough just tell me if you’re not going to write it or not. Have a good day!

Troubled Love - Ciel Phantomhive

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long! This is a long one that I wanted to take time on and work on when I felt like I could write this to the best of my ability. First of all, your drawing is ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS!!! I’m literally in love with it! I hope this turned out ok! I also completely skipped over the part where the reader is an angel and didn’t see it until I finished this, so I hope it’s ok that I left that bit out. Let me know if you’d like me to rewrite this properly <3

Warning/s: mentions of night terrors, mentions of panic attacks (no descriptions)

You had met the Earl Phantomhive around the time his parents had passed. You had met the Phantomhive through the grapevine of the Queen’s ‘guard dogs’, and didn’t really get to know the young boy until he returned, demon butler by his side. It was then the two of you were paired for missions. The Queen saw similarities between the two of you, and thought it would be well for you to become friends with the Earl.

You see, due to your past, you weren’t the most sociable person out there. You preferred to keep to yourself, and refrained from interacting with others as much as you could. It played in your favor that most feared you, both due to your reputation with the queen as well as the way you presented yourself. It was almost as if no one could touch you.

Until you officially met Ciel. The two of you worked well together. What you lacked in skill and intelligence, he made up for, and vice versa. It also helped that Sebastian was there. In fact, the demon butler and his master took a liking to you, even going as far as inviting you to stay at the Estate when they learned that you didn’t have an official residence. You agreed hesitantly. While you were comfortable around the two, you couldn’t bear the thought of being vulnerable around them. You were traumatized at a young age, leaving you plagued with nightmares and flashbacks from time to time. Opening yourself up to Ciel was a huge step for you, one you were unsure how to handle.

Ciel, on the other hand, was ecstatic. He’d never admit it, partially due to his personality and partially due to his engagement to Lizzy, but the Earl had begun developing feelings for you. It was more than a petty middle school crush that other boys his age experienced. He had been feeling this way for quite some time now, and couldn’t quite name his emotions until he spoke of it with Sebastian. It was worth the endless teasing that lasted weeks, but Ciel had now finally realized how much he truly loved you. And now you’re going to be living with him.

Ciel was unsure of how to show his love for you without a) making it obvious, and b) letting Lizzy know. Don’t get him wrong, Ciel truly did like Lizzy and he didn’t want to do anything to hurt her, but he loved you more than her. The boy opted to spend time with you doing small things, such as reading together or just simply sitting in the same room as you as the two of you worked separately. You were hesitant of all this at first, because you were used to being alone so often, but over time you became more comfortable.

This time spent between the two of you went from silence to small chatter. Ciel would ask how your day has been, and you’d answer then return the question. It took months of living together and getting accustomed to each other’s emotions to begin discussing deeper topics. You were both severely traumatized children who never learned how to cope with said trauma. Sure, Ciel had Sebastian, but he was a demon and therefore was incapable of feeling human emotions. So he tried talking to you.

Ciel wouldn’t ever say much about the death of his family or the events that came afterwards, but he wanted to be vulnerable around you. The boy hoped that this would bring the two of you even closer, and then he’d be comfortable enough to confess his love for you. Except every time he tried to have a deep conversation, you would turn him down almost immediately. There was one week in particular when you were having vivid night terrors, causing you to get only a few hours of sleep a night. You would wake up screaming until you couldn’t anymore, and often suffered intense panic attacks afterwards. Usually Sebastian would try and help but you would only push him away, barely muttering about how you were alright and didn’t need any help.

These night terrors always woke Ciel, and after the third night he came bursting into your room in the place of Sebastian. He desperately tried to calm you down, to try and talk to you, but you refused his help. It broke his heart to see you this way, and to know that you were unwilling to accept his help hurt him even more. How could the two of you be together if you wouldn’t let him help you?

The next day during breakfast, Ciel offered to let you speak to him anytime about anything you needed. Whether it be to get something off of your chest, or just to rant about anything, he would be there for you. You weren’t sure how you felt about his offer, so you only nodded and took a bite of your food.

The Earl Phantomhive invited you on an afternoon walk after dinner. At first you hesitantly agreed, only because Sebastian would be following closely. Yet once you saw the extravagant clothing the boy was wearing, you quickly retreated back to your room and feigned illness. It took some convincing, but Ciel finally left you to ‘recover’. In reality, you curled up on the floor, leaning against the door as you silently cried to yourself. 

You were so torn between your emotions. It was blatantly obvious that Ciel saw you as more than just a friend, and he wanted to take your relationship to the next level. You wondered if your own emotions were just as easy to see. You wouldn’t admit it just yet, but you were beginning to fall for Ciel yourself. Although you hadn’t opened up much to the boy, it was easy to feel comfortable and see him. The two of you shared similar pasts, and you hadn’t met anyone else that made you feel as safe and comfortable as the Earl did. 

Despite your feelings for the boy, there was one major red flag following closely behind him. Ciel was a master manipulator. It was clear as day that Ciel knew just how to act to get what he wanted, knew what to say to get his way. You weren’t even sure if he had manipulated you at some point, he was that good. Oh, and he’s also engaged.

You wanted to take Ciel up on all of his romantic gestures. You wanted to go on late night walks with him, go to balls (even though neither of you particularly enjoyed them), or even just spend the evening together almost every night of the week. Yet you couldn’t bring yourself to give in to the urge.

This carried on for months. Ciel would ‘discreetly’ ask you out on small dates, and you would turn him down and most commonly retreat to your room. Once you left, Ciel’s small smile would fall and he would immediately turn to Sebastian with downcast eyes.

Sebastian was the only one Ciel could confess to at this point. He couldn’t go to Izzy, obviously, and he couldn’t go to you, so he was left with his demon butler. It was a part of their bedtime routine now. Sebastian would dress Ciel for bed, asking him about his day and his plans for the next. Ciel would grumble about paperwork before quickly changing the subject to his failed attempts of asking you out. He’d seek advice from the demon before turning in for the night. 

It wasn’t until six months after Ciel’s first attempt to ask you out that Lizzy was caught in the crossfire. It wasn’t intentional, and Ciel would have never said anything if he were aware of her presence. 

Lizzy had planned another surprise visit and stay at the Phantomhive Manor. She had arrived later than expected due to an extreme thunderstorm causing a delay in travel. Upon arriving at the manor, she let herself in and immediately ran to where she assumed Ciel would be in his study as her maid carried in her baggage. Lizzy quickly but silently ran to Ciel’s study, throwing open the door.

“Ciel!” she squealed in the highest pitch her voice could achieve. “Supri– oh.” Lizzy frowned slightly when she noticed the empty room. It looked as though Ciel hadn’t been there in a while. Shaking her head, the girl grinned widely yet again when she could hear faint voices coming from down the hall. Upon further expectation, she realized the voices were coming from the library. 

Elizabeth wasted no time in bursting into the room rather loudly, causing you and Ciel to quite literally jump out of your seats with fear. Ciel’s hand even ghosted over the firearm he had tucked into his boot. 

“Ciel!” Lizzy squeals again. She runs over to the two of you, about to tackle the poor boy in a hug before realizing what was going on between the two of you. 

You had to admit, this wasn’t the ideal position to see your fiance and your best friend in. It wasn't anything too terrible, but it could definitely raise some questions. You were practically laying in Ciel’s lap, your legs draped over his as your head rested against his shoulder. A book rested against your legs where Ciel was reading to you a mere moment ago. You both were dressed in your night clothes, and overall this was a very rare sight of Ciel. 

Lizzy’s smile immediately dropped to a deep frown, her bright green eyes welling with tears. “Y/N? Ciel? What’s going on?”

You jumped out of Ciel’s lap and to the other side of the couch. Your heart was beating out of your chest, fear coursing through your veins. This is exactly why you never wanted to act on your feelings for Ciel, for fear of ruining not only his relationship with Lizzy, but also your own. “Lizzy,” Ciel says quickly, standing and tossing the forgotten book onto the couch. He tried to reach out to the girl but she only took a step back and wiped at her eyes.

“I should have seen it coming,” she chokes through a broken cry. “I knew this day would come.” It takes a moment for Lizzy to calm herself down, but she wipes the last of her tears away as Ciel tries to comfort her.

“It’s ok,” she cuts him off from his senseless babbling, pushing his outstretched arms away. “I’ve known for a long time that this day would come.” Glossy green eyes met your e/c ones as she smiled softly. “I can see how much the two of you love each other,” she confesses. “And as much as I love the two of you, I can’t bear knowing I am what is keeping you from being together.” Lizzy’s gaze shifted to her fiance. “I love you Ciel. So much that I want you to be happy.” Her warm hands slowly reached for his own, giving them a gentle squeeze. “So I’m ending our engagement.” Pressing one last kiss against Ciel’s cheek, Lizzy let go. 

“I can only hope the best for the two of you.” Just like that, she was gone.

You and Ciel couldn’t bear to look at each other, let alone speak. You weren’t sure how to feel. You finally had the freedom to be with the man you were learning to love, yet at what cost? Did you just lose your best friend? What do you know? Ciel was asking himself the same questions. But it didn’t take long for him to drop beside you back on the couch, slowly turning to you. 

“What do we do now?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper. 

“I don’t know,” Ciel confessed. “To be honest, I think I need some time to process this.”

You nodded, then stood quickly. “Of course, I understand.” You retreated back to your bedroom as soon as possible, diving under the covers and staring at the ceiling. You were finally free to express your love for Ciel, yet unsure what the next steps were. It was going to take time to figure out your relationship status with the Earl, and what to do next, but it will be worth the wait.

[kywaslost]

ciel x reader, she’s on the ship and ends up getting separated from the others. ciel the entire time is honestly panicking and nervous about her well-being.

she ends up getting bit by one of the Bizzare dolls, on the ship but manages to get away. she fights them off to the best of her abilities despite her injures, getting another bit in her leg.

maybe she passes out and is found by someone, who takes to one of the lifeboats.

she then reunites with ciel and he almost cries, she takes the place of Elizabeth and lunges at him crying happy to see him again and alright

Together Again - Ciel Phantomhive

A/N: Hi! I hope you like this one because I loved this idea so much! Thank you for your request! Also, some of the details may not be 100% accurate because I can’t remember the exact order of events, so some characters may be in the wrong scene (like Snake or Y/N), and I think I mixed up some scenes in general but hey, it’s fanfiction. Anyway, enjoy!

Adrenaline coursed through your veins, giving you strength and energy you didn’t even know you could possess. There was nowhere to go but up. You were surrounded on all sides by strange zombie-like creatures, and based on events you had just witnessed in the main ballroom, they were out to kill. You could feel your heart attempting to beat out of your chest, all of the air leaving your lungs and your panic increased drastically as you searched for an escape route. You had a sword, but it wouldn’t do much against the sheer amount of monsters surrounding you. 

In the midst of your panicked head-turning, you caught a glimpse of an air vent above your head. If you were quick you could jump and pull yourself up the wall, using lamps and other decor as leverage. Deciding it was your only hope, you jumped. You gripped a light fixture, lifting yourself up and scrambling your legs to catch them on anything to give you leverage. A scream ripped through you as you felt a sharp pain in your right calf, looking down to see one of the bizarre dolls gripping your leg, jaw clenched around your calf. Swinging your sword, you got it off of you.

You managed to climb up to the air vent, shoving your sword between the roof and vent, prying off the metal and watching it fall on the mass of dolls below you. You wasted no time in climbing into the vent, falling onto your stomach and laying there a moment. Pain coursed through your leg, and you could feel your blood dripping from the wound. Tears spilled from your eyes as you crawled through the vent, seeking some form of shelter.

If Ciel didn’t have such a stone-cold reputation, he’d be in tears. His lover was missing, and had been for quite a while now. Ciel fully regretted leaving you behind at the party, and once he saw that Snake was no longer with you, he was 100% in worry mode. Sebastian strongly urged him to snap out of it and finish the job, even going as far as smacking the young lord across the face to catch his attention.

“Sebastian,” Ciel said sharply once he was out of harm’s way. They had just run from the reapers, Ciel being carried by Sebastian as they ran. Snake was close behind, somehow keeping up with Sebastian’s supernatural speed. “I need you to find Y/N,” he said, grabbing Sebastian’s face to force him to look at him. 

“My lord, I have faith in Lady Y/N,” Sebastian answered. “I assure you, she will survive.” Grunting with pain, blood seeped through the butler’s clothing and into Ciel’s. “I do not know if I possess the ability to find her,” Sebastian whispered to Ciel. 

“We’ll find her, says Wordsworth,” Snake says from his spot beside the two. “I can track herscent, says Emily.”

“Go!” Ciel commands, watching as Snake nods and changes his path. Ciel briefly watches as a snake enters the air vent before Sebastian rounded a corner. 

“She better be alright,” Ciel says, allowing his bottom lip to tremble slightly before fixing his composure. “Or I’ll kill her myself.”

Chilly, nearly unbearably cold water crashed around you, shocking your senses and making it difficult to move. You gasped, eyes shooting open as you came too. Your memory was foggy, and you didn’t know where you were. You could barely move, limbs frozen stiff due to the chilly water. Your chest burned, and you could only assume saltwater had entered your lungs at some point. 

“She’s awake, exclaims Emily.” Your brows furrowed in confusion.

“Snake?” your voice was raspy. You blinked a few times, fully registering where you were. You could see the night sky above you, billions of stars twinkling down to you. There was a slight breeze, causing you to shiver harshly. You felt like you were being rocked from side to side, as if you were on a small boat.

“Yes, it’s us, says Wordsworth.” You attempted to sit upright, muscles stiff and noncompliant. You felt warm hands on your shoulders, helping you into a sitting position. When you failed to support yourself, you saw legs move to the sides of your hips, a chest pressed against your back. A snake peaked around your shoulder.

You whimpered, the lasting effects of adrenaline fading as the night’s events replayed in your mind finally. “ ‘M cold.”

You felt Snake move, then his suit jacket was wrapped around you. You pulled your knees to your chest, suddenly feeling pain in your leg again. Looking down, you saw fabric soaked in blood, tied tightly around your bite wound.

“We used your dress, says Wordsworth. To try and stop the bleeding, Emily concludes.”

You turned your head to look up at Snake, tears streaming down your face. “Where is CIel? Is he ok?” You cried harder as you buried your face into your friend’s chest. “Oh, Snake, tell me he’s ok!”

“Last we saw, he was with Sebastian, says Wordsworth.” Snake says softly. “We were ordered to find you, continues Emily. You had fallen out of the vents, barely able to fight off those bizarre dolls. Snake saved you! You passed out when he got to you though, says Wordsworth. We were worried!”

“Thank you,” you sobbed into your knees. “I was so scared. Thank you.”

You were asleep when the rescue ship arrived, and Snake shook you awake as gently as possible. He carried you to the edge of the lifeboat, passing you to one of the rescue workers to be brought to the new ship. Upon the new boat, he took great care to carry you without causing you any further pain. The sun was rising now, casting the endless waters with beautiful colors, barely masking the massive amounts of blood in the water.

Snake sat you down only when you assured him that you were alright and able to walk. Still, he insisted that you hold on to his arm, and you complied. He led you over to the railing on the deck of the ship, overlooking where your ship had gone down. Bodies were everywhere, a mix of dolls and deceased passengers. You scanned the bodies as best you could for signs of Ciel or Sebastian, but you were too far away to see.

You stepped away from the railing and towards the center of the deck, Snake following close behind. You stood there, people watching as you tried to avoid the overcrowding thoughts of Sebastian and Ciel’s dead bodies floating around you. You began to tear up again at the thought. As your gaze drifted across the significantly low number of survivors, you caught a glimpse of a tall, slender man dressed in black. You took off running in his direction, ignoring the pain in your leg and Snape yelling after you. The closer you got the clearer you could see Sebastian standing with Ciel at his side, the boy’s eyes laced with worry.

“Ciel!” you screamed, now within a few feet from him. He was barely able to turn around fully before you tackled him to the ground in a hug. You were sobbing hysterically into his chest, burying your face against him and babbling on about how you thought he was dead. You felt his arms wrap around you just as tightly, then one of his hands moved to run through your hair. You pulled away slightly to see Ciel crying, bottom lip trembling ever so slightly.

“I thought you were dead,” he whispered, cupping your face in his hands to fully look you in the eyes. 

“I thought you were dead.” The two of you lay there, limbs tangled in each other as you both cried, thanking the universe that you were together again.