The married life wasn't easy… both of you being young and a married couple, you were never exactly sure how to feel, but you were happy. You fell in love with him and he managed to fall in love with you. Maybe things hadn't started out in the best way but as time passed, you were sure you'd have a happy ending with him.
“Y/n.”
You glanced over at your husband who stood at the doorway looking at you, you smiled, you weren't having the best of days and you were honestly looking forward to this moment with him.
“Yeah?” You responded accordingly, Ciel took note of how long it had taken you to respond and he automatically knew something was wrong, he glanced behind him to check if his butler was hovering over him and upon seeing he wasn't he walked over to the bed where you sat and gave you a back hug.
“Are you okay?” He asked, concern filling every corner of his voice, which made you crack out a small smile. Throughout your time with Ciel you were never able to hear his concerned voice be directed at you, so hearing him talk to you with that pitch made you feel some sort of way.
“I'm okay Ciel, don't worry.”
Feeling his head which was now resting on your shoulder, he gave you a small nod in response to your comment. “Bad day?” He asked, at least wanting to have some justice to why you felt upset.
“Yes, just a bad day.”
Again, you felt his head nod in response to you. You both stayed in silence, feeling his breath touching your neck as he lightly kissed you, unwilling to trigger any of your defensive system and wanting to let you relax.
That was what married life with Ciel was like…
Quiet, peaceful, and although you always had disagreements. You would always fix them before you went to bed.
Hello! Can I ask for fluff Headcanons for Ciel Phantomhive s/o (can be gender neutral or female) who gets caught wearing his clothes and they tell him the reason why they like wearing his clothes is because he likes his sense of fashion?
Ciel Phantomhive (older)
Ciel had just returned from a mission the queen had given him.
The trip had been really long.
And it had been a long time since you had seen each other.
Because of that, Ciel was really excited.
He couldn't wait to see you again.
But when he came to the mansion you were not against him.
Ciel thought that was a bit odd.
He immediately went looking for you because he wanted to spend time with you.
And Ciel found you in his room adjusting his clothes.
Ciel.exe has stopped working.
He would be really confused.
He would blush a little.
Ciel would find this a bit cute.
However, he wonders about your motives.
When you said that you think he has a good sense of style, Ciel is flattered.
summary ; Y/N stands up to Sebastian and.. he likes it?
"boy-o, this isn't looking good" Bardroy grumbled, cigerette hanging from his tight lipped frown, he stared down at the burnt meat cutlets in front of him alongside you, his eyes full of regret and a twig of fear, "sebastian's gonna right kill me.." he added after another moment of thought in silence, and like clock work the tip tapping of his hard laced butler casual shoes coming down the hall way made them both jump, "oh, no." you mumbled, covering your mouth with a gentle gloved hand and turing away your head to look at the idiotic chef
Sebastian was already in a sour mood that day, he was on edge and nobody, not even ciel, knew why, there were guests set to be arriving for a dinner in an hour and he was barking orders at the clumsy staff left and right and Y/N being in charge of those said clutz was the most resonsible of them all and you was taking all the heat from him all day and you were just about to explode if one more damned thing went wrong.
"Damn It, Bardroy!" you spat, slamming a hand down on the counter as you heard the footsteps drawing closer to the massive kitchen, the tall blonde man jumped slightly at your tone, he'd never seen you so tense, "The meat just wasn't cookin' fast enough so.. I used me' trusty flamethrower-" you cut him off quickly, "if you burn everything, fool, then is it really trusty?"
"I have to deal with this now!" you snapped again and flipped around just as Sebastian walked through the double doors, that same 'monotone' look on his face, like he just didn't care about a single thing that was happening, "I thought I smelled something off, did we have another Mishap, Miss Y/N?" he asked, but it wasnt that simple, it wasn't just a question, it was a taunt, his way of saying 'I knew you couldn't do this' and god did it piss you off ever so much.
"Yes.. Sebastian, My apologies I-" but sebastian wasn't going to hear it, he knew you prided yourself off of being a good housekeeper and keeping those foolish crew members at bay and off his back, "I dont have time for simple excuses." was all he allowed you, moving around you to look down at the burnt meats, "but.. Ill fix this like i always do, I suppose."
your eyebrows flew up quicker then the words could leave his mouth, what he said, it wasn't even that harmful, that truly ruthless, but it still stung, you worked so hard and he pitied you like a lost child or something, knowing even he couldn't control those three dorks.
"Excuses? the excuse is this absoulte disgraceful crew I have working for me, they aren't properly trained for a job like this and.. thats saying something seeing as you are the one in charge of training them, no?" you was almost as surpised at the words you blurted as he was and you could tell by the look on his face he was astonished, you'd never taken such a tone with him before
he recovered quickly though, his arms folding over his chest gently, gracefully, a small smile spreading over his pale lips, "is that so?.. I suppose it truly is." he let out a soft snicker and looked back to the cowering chef, "Bardroy, go clean up the mess you made, me and Y/N can finish up from here, I need the help of a.. Proper housekeep." his words were professinal at the surface but you knew that they were simply more, just in his own, weird, Sebastian way.
Here is last one in the Black Butler x Injured!Assassin!Reader from @nightroze this time, featuring Ciel. Like always, I hope it is to your liking!
Don’t Hide Things from Me (Ciel x Assassin!Reader)
Warning(s): blood, bodily injury
Word Count: 1,763
You were immensely grateful that the Phantomhive estate had such a capable and able butler. One hell of one to be precious. If Ciel had not sent him without you knowing on this assassination, well, chances were you would not have made it out with as seemingly ‘good’ of an injury as you did.
“Stay still, Lady Phantomhive.” Sebastian chided you as you quickly rode back to the estate, having been seated in front of him on the horse.
You snorted a little at that, your hand applying pressure to your right side to try and slow the bleeding. “Easier said than done, when the horse is makes it hard.” You groaned, still doing your best to stay as motionless as possible.
Sebastian hummed above you as the mansion came in sight, starting to slow the horse down. “Even so, I don’t think our Lord would appreciate you bleeding out.” He slowed the horse to a stop in front of the manor. “Besides, I don’t think he’ll be too pleased with you as is. Didn’t your promise to return unharmed?” He mused, a glint of humor in his voice.
“What he doesn’t know won’t kill him.” You said in reply as he dismounted and assisted in pulling you off the horse.
“Yes, but it may kill you.”
“It won’t.” You growled out. There was no way something as insignificant as this would stop you from doing your normal duties. Your eyes trailed up to your bedroom window and saw no lights flickering in the dark. Good, he was asleep. “Just patch me up and we will not discuss this any further, understood?” Your eyes glared into his, which was met with veiled amusement.
Sebastian placed his hand over his heart and bowed before you. “As you wish, My Lady.”
You made sure that Sebastian stitched you up on the opposite end of the manor. Ciel was a light sleeper and you did not need him waking up to your screams of pain. Especially given the butler stuck his finger inside to make sure no vital organs were punctured. That hurt far worse than the dagger that was thrust into your side. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say that he was deliberately slow and painful on purpose.
Either way, he helped clean and bandage it and fetched a nightgown for you to wear after getting your (H/T) (H/C) hair ready for sleep. Escorting you to the master bedroom, you gave a nod of thanks before quietly walking into the room.
Your right hand was pressed to your side to apply some relief as you pulled back the covers and slid in next to your husband for the night.
Just as you were falling asleep, his voice reached your ears. “What took so long, (F/N)?” He asked, turning in bed to face you. Of course he was awake. And suspicious.
“Nothing to be concerned about.” You whispered, snuggling up next to him to feign innocence. He sounded tired enough that he may just leave it.
A deep hum sounded in his chest as he pulled you close, his arm pressing against your wound. It took everything in you not to groan in pain, instead, opting to clear your throat. “Whatever you say.” Ciel said, placing a kiss to your forehead. “I’m just glad you’re safely back in my arms.” His hand found his way to the back of your head, bringing it closer to his heart. “Good night, my love.”
With a deep breath, you nodded your head. “Good night, Ciel.”
Seeing as you came back so late, Ciel let you sleep in. This made it considerably easy to check on your wound without prying eyes. Going into your shared bathroom, you went to the full-length mirror and lifted your dress, exposing most of your (S/C) skin. “I hope this doesn’t scar.” You muttered, undoing the bandage to get a clean one for the day. Hearing a knock on the bathroom door, you quickly pulled your dress down before saying ‘enter’.
Opening the door, Sebastian came in, his gaze fixated past your shoulder as it would be improper to stare at a lady in the bathroom, even if she was clothed. “My Lady, if I may make a suggestion on our scheduled training session….” He trailed off, hoping you would take the hint that he wanted to cancel it due to your injury.
Shaking your head, you strode past him to find he had set out a dress for the day. “No, we will continue with it as scheduled.” You said, taking the dress to put back into your closet, instead opting for a pair of pants and a shirt. It was far easier to move in pants and shirt than in a dress and corset.
“But My Lady—”
“Sebastian, my answer is final.” You said, going back into the bathroom to change.
You could sense the irritation coming from him. “Of course.” He said and waited for you to come out.
Once you did, the white blouse you were wearing was tucked into the black high waisted pants. Pulling on a pair of black boots, you stood back up and motioned to the door. “Let’s go.”
For the fifth time, you found yourself on your back, the wind knocked out of you. Gasping for breath hurt in your abdomen and you rolled to the side with a groan.
“My Lady, I really must suggest we stop.” Sebastian pleaded, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, his waistcoat laying over a chair in the combat room.
Your eyes glared back at him. There was no way you would stop and let yourself get lax. You were stabbed for goodness sake! Clearly you needed more training and that was to happen immediately. “I suggest you stop attempting to command me.” You spat out, pulling the ‘hierarchy’ card on him. It was by no means something you enjoyed doing, but it seemed to happen with Sebastian more than anyone else.
He sighed, his hand reaching out to help you up. “Of course, My Lady, it is just that I am concerned for your wellbeing.” Sebastian admitted. After all, his Lord would not be happy if she injured herself even more than she was.
“Noted.” You replied, letting him pull you back up only to go back in a fighting stance.
He only sighed and waited for you to come at him, quickly and easily deflecting your hits. You had wanted this to be a challenge, more so than usual, so that was what you were getting
Sweat was starting to appear on your forehead as you lunged, dodged, and blocked. You needed to get better. This could not happen again.
Sebastian suddenly moved behind you to strike on your side, attempting to get you to block. However, the sharp and sudden twisting action made your stitches come out. Instead of blocking, you merely ducked and jumped out of the way, holding your side. Panting, you shouted out, “Again!”
The butler’s brows furrowed as he looked at your side, seeing dots of blood seeping through the white shirt. “My Lady….” He said slowly before you lunged at him, attempting to strike his shoulder. Not letting the blood distract him, he flipped you and pinned you do the ground, knee to your back and holding your arms to the side. “Concede.” He stated, not wanting to have to risk injuring his Ladyship.
“I refuse.” You said simply, ignoring the deep ache on your side as you pushed yourself to roll him off before hoping back up, your breathing becoming more ragged. Oh, what a stubborn one you were.
Sighing, Sebastian came at you again and again, trying to tire you out to the point you’d give up. But you kept blocking and dodging hit after hit, telling yourself this was necessary to toughen you up.
However, moving so fast combined with attacking and getting hit meant your heart was pumping more, causing your wound to let out more blood. It made your vision appear unfocused, making it difficult to follow Sebastian’s movements.
The door to the room opened, Ciel poking his head inside as he intended to ask you for tea. However, seeing the blood stain clearly seeping through your clothes made him come running towards you. “(F/N)!”
The sudden noise caused you to whip your head towards your husband, only to get hit in the right side by the swing of Sebastian’s leg. You immediately collapsed, Ciel having just been able to catch you in his arms as you whimpered in pain. Sliding to the ground, Ciel quickly pulled up your shirt, yelling at Sebastian to go retrieve the medical kit.
His hands pressed against your now open wound, making you hiss in pain. “I knew something was wrong.” He muttered, his voice laced with worry as he turned his blue eye to look at your (E/C) ones. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
You raised your arm to cover your eyes, you couldn’t stand to see the hurt on his face. “I didn’t want you to worry. I didn’t…want you to think I was incapable of doing my job.” You whispered, your voice a little hoarse.
This only made Ciel sigh and shake his head. “It’s my job to worry. You’re my wife. My life. I would never think anything less of you.” He whispered back, his body trembling a bit. There was no way he could lose you, it would be far too painful without you in his life. “Please,” he begged, his hand sliding under your arm to gently cup your face, “don’t work yourself like this. If you’re injured, you need to rest. Save the training for later, ok?” He asked.
While you wanted to argue, say that you were fine, it would have been a moot point. You were injured, nearly seriously so. And you only made them worse by pushing yourself too far. You face began to scrunch up as you let shed a few tears. “Ok. I promise.” You said back to which he immediately pressed a soft kiss to your now uncovered eyes before crashing them down to your lips. “I’m going to hold you to that. Because I love you, and I cannot stand the thought of being without you. For better or for worse, remember?” He laughed a little, smiling as he reminisced your vows.
It made you sniffle and give a small laugh in return. “Heh, yes, for better or for worse.”
Ciel smiled, a true one as he straightened back up, “That’s my girl.”
