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blackbutlerfandomnerddomain · 6 months

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Day 5: Needing Advice

Sebastian works hard cooking up a storm in the kitchen, the birds chirping just outside the kitchen window as he slices some apples and pears.

Late autumn is a pleasant season for him. He greatly enjoys the slightly colder weather as the red and orange leaves dry up and shrivel down as the clouds grow thicker and colder until snow covered the land, he adored the ways hearts swell and beat in one motion as the sounds of crispy winds hit against the now bare dark bark trees, he loved the fun hunting seasons he used to attend alongside his kind before leaving Hell.

But now, he enjoys the hunt just as much.

With a small hum on his lips, the butler made his way upstairs to the young Earl of the house in the grand study of a room, the afternoon a calming affair around him as he walked his way down the hall.

His gloved hand reached out and knocked on the door softly before he entered the room, a habit he’s used to throughout the years. Upon entering the office, he sees the bluette Earl sitting at his desk staring at a letter of sorts in his hands. The butler smiled softly,

“Did Earl Trancy write to you again, Young Master?”

Ciel sputtered and “hid” the letter by shoving it to his chest, his lone blue eye glaring at the demon as he wheels the cart to the side of the desk and pouring some sweet smelling tea. “Today’s afternoon tea is a vanilla tea blend from the town’s market, and as a snack I have prepared some sliced apples drizzled in caramel sauce for you.” Said the man in black with an innocent yet knowing grin as he placed the tea saucer and cup next to the papers in front of the teen, the plate of apple slices coming afterwards.

He took notice of the Earl’s pink cheeks and still glaring eye and chuckled out, “Some friendly advice, My Lord, I say invite him over to a chess game. He’s a person, like you, who enjoys games even if he isn't quite good at them. I can even request Miss Doll to come too if you so order.”

Ciel blushed harder and practically slammed the paper down at the desk. “Oh, shut up!” He growled and took an aggressive bite off an apple slice, earning another soft chuckle from the demon beside him.

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The afternoon rolled around carefully as Sebastian finally took notice of the rain that’s creeping up beside the human race. A smile comes to his lips as he looks to his Master where he pauses. Has Young Master been this tall before? Indeed, the once little Earl of the manor seems to be marching around proud with his height just easily noticeable and not just mere inches. He grins and shows off his peacock feathers to the butler as if sensing the surprise on the demon’s face. “What is it Sebastian?”

Sebastian blinked and chuckled a bit, “I just did not realize you’re actually becoming an adult now, My Lord. Though surely your legs are hurting, shall I put a kettle on?” The master shook his head, his hair slightly longer than the ears’ ends, swaying softly against pale skin. “I’m fine.” He said, a smile on his lips still as pride is obviously filling his chest. The butler smiles at this expression, “Very well then, My Lord.”

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Snow falls down from the night sky as Sebastian walks down the halls of the manor, the scent of roasted chestnuts still lingering in the air alongside in perfect harmony of the soft pine that still hangs beautifully around the corners and every inch and bend of the stairway, the soft glow of candle light giving the halls that were once dead and haunted a warm welcoming glow of happy blissful memories in contrast of the once gloomy ones from the past. A cart with a small plate of chocolate cake and a warm iron kettle wheels in front of the butler as he walks past the frosted windows that face the illumination white landscape in front of the dark black canvas of the sky. Finally, he reached to a door and knocked softly, “Young Master, I have brought over your midnight snack.” Said he as he turned the glittering knob and entered the room. Instantly, the sound of a whine catches his attention.

Red eyes watch the scene of a grown adult dressed in pajamas that fit his age now but still have some ribbons and frills of youthful pasts cradling a little human of light brown locks of hair in his no longer small and weak arms, behind him seated in the lounging chair of the bedchamber is a blond fellow who softly sings to a wee infant with soft brown locks barely showing pass the blanket that wrap them up like a gift from God, and just beside the first adult is a woman with shoulder length brown hair who’s not having a so soft image like the two but instead dealing with the fussing dark haired toddler on her lap. Sebastian smiled softly in amusement at the scene and started to pour the sweet brown liquid of hot chocolate in three cups for each. “Is Little Albert fussy Miss Doll?” He asked, a small smirk hidden away showing he knows that boy is a fussy mess. The lady giggled softly at the tease and accepted when the cup of cocoa was handed to her, her golden band of marriage glittering under light. “Thank you Sebastian.” She said, her voice a sweet honey tone, kneeling the cup to the son in her arms who slowly took some careful ships and relaxed into her bosoms. The demon walked to the lounging chair to the blond man and offered the cup, pausing when a hand reached up in a stop motion. “Maybe later Sebastian, little Rachel is finally resting.” Said he, a smile full of love and happiness on the beautiful face as icey blues stared down at the soft skinned face of the sweet little babe in the cotton blanket. Sebastian smiles, “Of course Lord Trancy.” He turned to the final adult, and before he could open his mouth to ask, he spoke out before the butler, “You know I’ll never say no to your hot chocolate Sebastian.”

Sebastian chuckled and gave the cup to his master, smiling at the look of the little boy dozing off against his shoulder. As the three adults enjoyed the finally calm energy of the room, the butler gave Ciel a slice of cake and carefully took hold of baby Rachel from Alois so the man could enjoy a cup of cocoa alongside his partners. The demon stared at the small resting face in his arms and smiled, looking to the three who carefully moved the two boys onto the bed after they both tuckered out with little to no protests at all as they tuck them under the blankets at last. With a soft hum of his lips of a ditty from long ago, he carefully and gently places the littlest one in a lovely wooden carved cradle right by the room window, smiling softly at the view of dark lashes curled against pale eyelids. Carefully lifting the glass barrier, Sebastian snuffed out the candle light that lit the room and left the chambers with the parents with care.

The butler walked alongside the three who now show their tiredness fully as he helps them to their rooms as if something were to happen if he wasn’t along their sides at night. After they snuggled into the large bed that usually is only reserved for the husband and wife but have long since been used and worn by the Earl and his wife and their lover, they drank the remains of the warm cocoa and nibbled on the cake slices. Sebastian watched as his master yawned, smiling softly at the forever image of his small frame bruised and thinner than the icicles outside drinking some warm milk and honey even though now he’s grown and far past the little hurt lamb he was in the past. After accepting their dishes and bidding them a good night, the butler soon left the three be, and back again was he walking down the hall to return the dishes to the clean state they were prior. It’s almost strange to imagine these walls covered in cinder He thought as he walked and admired the manor he grew used to thanks to a certain small child rich in revenge and pain, smiling as he does as red eyes show warmth. Have a good rest, My Lord. May you dream of happy memories and the future.

I had a lot of fun this @dadbastianweek2023 thing! I hope to do this again!

#black butler #dadbastian #dadbastianweek2023 #dadbastiansettingsun #sebastian michaelis #ciel phantomhive #ciel x alois #alois x ciel #cielois #doll x ciel #ciel x doll #doll x ciel x alois

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the-al0is-trancy · 2 months

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The Problem With Alois Trancy

Ch 5: Alois Trancy is Becoming a Problem

Alois gets very bored and decides to “help” Finny with gardening and have a fun, totally not dangerous adventure in the woods.

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#nina’s fic #ciel #alois #sebastian #black butler #kuroshitsuji #ciel phantomhive #sebastian michaelis #fan fiction #kuroshitsuji ii #alois x ciel #cielois #claude faustus #alois trancy #black butler ii

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potatoes-4u · 2 years

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ciel: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake.

alois: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear.

ciel: …

ciel: You mean ring bearER, right?

alois: …

ciel: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding

#ciel phantomhive #cielois #incorrect black butler quotes #incorrect kuroshitsuji quotes #alois trancy #black butler #kuroshitsuji #love yall #alois x ciel #ciel x alois #happy halloweeeeeeen #cuties #they're gonna get married #frfr

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floweryfreelance · 2 years

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In another Ciel/Alois mood, here’s a little picrew I edited together! Make your own here!

-malinda

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yoshi-self-ships · 8 months

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What do you mean Alois is dead? He's happily living with his boyfriend Ciel in the Phantomhive mansion. How do I know this? Alois said it himself!

#alois x ciel #kuroshitsuji #black butler #mod yoshi talks #black butler spoilers

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karmawillcollectyourdebt · 3 months

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'i ship them' but not in a 'omg theyre made for eachother' or 'they help eachother' or 'they're sexy' but a secret fourth options called 'they cannot exist without the other in their purests forms however the are NOT good for eachother but when seperated they become worse, theyre a tumor latched onto the other which has gone too long and infected them to a point where removing the tumor is worse than letting it sit, but letting it sit STILL means the body will die, no matter what its a lose lose so is it even worth it? .....of course theres religous undertones......well of COURSE they have nasty violent sex'

#lawlight #light yagami #l lawliet #deathnote #kuroshitsuji #sebciel #sebastian michaelis #ciel phantomhive #cielois #alois trancy #karma akabane #asano gakushuu #kasano #karma akabane x asano gakushuu #jaytim #jason todd #tim drake #brutalia

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married-to-google-translater · 2 months

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Hi! May I request cute headcanons of Ciel and Alois (older) who are spending time with their new baby? I would love to see them have a happy family 😭

❤️❤️thank you and I wish you a lovely day!

Tw: Fem reader

Alois Trancy (older)

Alois would be shocked.

CHILD?

He wouldn't know how to handle that information.

Alois never thought he would have a family.

As we know Alois could be really unpredictable.

But now he would try to stay calm.

Alois would like to protect you during pregnancy.

Hannah would be with you all the time.

She would also be responsible for all your needs.

Alastor might just stare at you sometimes.

It would be hard to deal with you having a baby soon.

He would surely understand that only when the child was born.

Alois would be a surprisingly good father.

He would have grown up with you.

And would try to be gentle with the child.

And he wouldn't even have tantrums.

You would also start spoiling your child a lot.

He would like the child to get all the good things that he didn't get.

If your child was a boy, he might name it after his little brother.

Ciel Phantomhive (Older)

This really wouldn't have been in Ciel's plans.

At first, he was afraid of starting a family.

Because Ciel still remembers how he lost his family.

And he wouldn't want to lose you or your child.

Ciel would become more overprotective.

It feels like Sebastian is with you everywhere.

And that would be true

Ciel would be really gentle with you during your pregnancy.

You really would get everything you wanted.

As long as it isn't dangerous to your health.

When Ciel got to hold his child for the first time…

He would be speechless.

It would revolutionize his life.

Ciel has never felt such happiness.

He would be super affectionate with a child.

He would also like to spend as much time as possible with the child and you.

Every thing a child would do would be a miracle.

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animeisfornerdz · 9 months

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The Secret Affair || Ciel Phantomhive

Synopsis - Ciel had thrown, yet again, another extravagant ball. He approached you, silently asking for your hand to dance. When nobody was looking, he took you upstairs to his study where the two of you engaged in a heavy make out session only to be interrupted by Sebastian.

Warnings - Slightly suggestive.

Notes - All characters are 18+!

Word Count - 0.7k

[Caffeinate Me]

Ciel was known for throwing the most extravagant of parties, so to say tonight’s ball was anything but lavish was an understatement. You had spent the night socialising with the other guests and drinking the night away, occasionally catching the eye of Earl Ciel Phantomhive who sat in the corner away from the festivities with his butler Sebastian. After a while, Ciel got fed up with watching you mingling with his guests. The Earl stood up and made his way over, offering you his hand without saying a word. You placed your glass of champagne down on the large table next to you and reluctantly took his hand. Immediately, Ciel wrapped his arms firmly around your waist and pulled you on to the makeshift dance floor, spinning you around slowly as he gazed into your eyes. Everything seemingly went in slow motion as the two of you twirled around the dance floor, speaking to each other only through your eyes.

After what felt like hours of dancing, Ciel had dropped his hands from your waist and gently took your hand once more. He pulled you away from the ball and up the winding staircase that was out of bounds to all guests, making sure nobody saw you or followed you. When you were deep down the hall and Ciel was happy that nobody had followed you, he pushed you flat against the wall and pressed his lips to yours feverishly. “I have been wanting to do this all night,” he finally whispered against your lips. Those were the first words he had said to you all night. You nodded into the kiss telling Ciel that you felt the same and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his body close to yours. Without breaking the kiss Ciel pulled you into the nearest room and locked the door behind you. It was then that he allowed his hand to run up and down your side lovingly. When Ciel pulled away he looked at you, panting and out of breath from kissing you so much. He wiped a string of saliva from his lips and smirked at you. “Are you okay, Y/N?” He asked, his singular eye searching yours.

You simply nodded and began to kiss him once more, not wanting to continue talking. Ciel seemed okay with this, his lips moving in tandem with yours. You gripped the front of his shirt and pulled him as close to you as physically possible, sighing into his lips. Ciel was about to play with the straps of your dress when a bang on the study door caused the two of you to break apart. “Master, I do believe your guests are missing your presence,” it was Sebastian.

Ciel rolled his eye and looked at you apologetically before shouting back, “I’ll be out in a minute. I’m just… preoccupied with something…” He trailed off, his lips swallowing yours again hoping that his answer was enough for Sebastian to leave the two of you alone.

“Master, I must insist that you come out now,” Sebastian said sternly from behind the door. “I can make sure Lady Y/N is returned to the ball without being seen.” Ciel froze at his butler’s words and his eye widened. He pulled away from the kiss and called back.

“She’s not here!”

“Oh?” Sebastian chuckled. “Then who are you in there with?”

“Nobody!” Ciel growled. “I just needed some time away from the festivities, Sebastian. Go away, that is an order.”

“Very well,” Sebastian sighed. “But, please return to the ball as soon as possible. Your guests are getting quite antsy.” And with that, the butler turned on his heels and walked back to the ball.

Ciel sighed softly when he heard Sebastian’s footsteps fade away and he instantly tried to kiss you again. You pulled your head away and gazed into his eye, a frown on your face. “You should get back to your ball,” you whispered.

“But I’m not finished with you-” Ciel started, but you cut him off by placing a quick peck to his lips.

“We will meet again, Ciel,” you smiled reassuringly.

He groaned frustratedly knowing that you were right and stomped his foot lightly on the ground petulantly. “Fine.” You smiled and kissed him again, this time much softer than your previous heated kisses of the night. When you pulled away, he grabbed your hand and placed your knuckles to his lips softly, muttering, “one day, I promise you, we won’t have to sneak around anymore.” You nodded at his words, your heart fluttering in your chest. You believed him, you really did, but you didn’t see that day coming anytime soon. For now, you both just had to be happy with your secret affair.

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artnijna · 7 months

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But hear me out what if they both became demons and lived happily ever after???

#fanart #artnijnaart #artnijna art #kuroshitsuji #kuroshitsuji 2 #cielois #ciel x alois #alois x ciel #ciel phantomhive #alois trancy #black butler fanart #black butler 2 #yana toboso #both of them being little shits for all eternity #i love them sooooo much #I also love drawing alois a lot #need to draw these two more

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yubiina · 2 years

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I can't believe the death of Queen Elizabeth literally revived the Black Butler fandom back to life for like 5sec and brought it together like a fucking high school reunion goodbye.

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blackbutlerfandomnerddomain · 6 months

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Pride, Identity, and Advice (Dadbastian Days 1,2,5,6)

“Young Master, why are you up?”

The butler got used to everything the manor has to offer. The cracks on the stone walls, the plants that grow and overgrow like a human connection, the way the rain falls on the windows during the storms and gentle weather change, the many attackers who come by to try and ruin the manor in some way, the faces in and out of the doors often. But he was never used to seeing his Young Master, now in his teens, awake in the dead of night with a melancholy look on his face. Ciel glanced up to his butler in black as he stood by the rain-covered window of his bedchambers, a blanket barely wrapped over his shoulders like a cap as his bare feet were flat on the wooden flooring.

The sounds of sniffles and the sight of tears still linger a foreign thing to Sebastian even after so many years living among the mortals and humans, yet still now it creates cracks in his beating drum of an organ when seeing the tears on pale cheeks. What hurt his chest more was the sight of his master wiping his face in a hurry with blanket covered hands. “I’m just checking how bad the storm is. Goodnight Sebastian.” Ciel then hurries away before his butler could ask him any more questions on the night’s adventure.

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“My my, you’ve grown to be quite a handsome young man My Lord.” “Why hello young man, are you here to pick up an order?” “You’re growing up to be a strong man, boy, you can get married soon.” “Such a kind boy, your future bride must be so lucky.”

All day was busy with the master and butler duo going around London for errands, getting mail, getting some new tea leaves of Ciel’s choosing, picking up some new seeds for the seasons’ changes, and finally a visit to Nina Hopkins’ shop to pick new clothes. Throughout the day, Sebastian kept looking at his little Lord and kept seeing this sunken and tired expression on his face, black gloved hands always clasping and rubbing against the material over his pale flesh.

As the two walk their way into the lovely tailor shop in town, the scent of candle light on oils and various fabrics filling their senses, they are imminently greeted by the woman in question who hurries over down the stairs to the two. “Good afternoon My Lord!” Cried Nina, brown eyes eager and glittering as the usual draw of amusement meets excitement. “Good afternoon Miss Hopkins. You seem excited.” Said Sebastian with a small smile, honestly enjoying the tailor’s passion for her profession ever since he helped the pair with costumes for their musical theater project they shared. They still aren’t quite there to be the friends he would say. Nina smiled wide and straightened her back in pride, “Of course!” She cheered, “I always love to work with the Earl! Measuring him and designing the most perfect outfits are pure excitement, especially since I’m here witnessing the glorious slot of time of when a boy becomes a man!” She practically squealed out the last part as she did a small dramatic spin of her heels, earning some amusement in Sebastian. The woman clapped her hands together when she turned to the small Lord with a beaming smile, “Now then, shall we take you recent measurements, My Lord?” She pauses when noticing Ciel is looking off to the side, speaking a touch louder now, “Ahem.” Ciel’s shoulders tense as he whirled his head to her and blinked rapidly, imminently collecting himself with an assuring smile, “O-Oh I apologize, yes we shall.”

As the two walked to the fitting room, Sebastian glanced to where his master could be looking at only to see the photos of wedding gowns Nina has made over the years.

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Sebastian pondered as he sliced the lamb he has in front of him. His master just has been acting weird, it’s almost too questionable with the recent events. He’s used to the thought of “Oh humans are just different” but rarely has that come up due to thoughts of Ciel. Maybe it’s puberty? Could he perhaps be upset about something? Did he maybe have a fight with his twin? So many possibilities that he can’t quite pick and naw on properly.

A small squirt of meat snaps him out of his drowning thoughts, he glances down to the lamb meat before him. In a strange way, seeing the cut lamb reminded him a bit of his master… The pale skin bruised and bitten up as if eaten alive, The sad swollen eyes of misery staring at everyone blankly, The dark wool of hair on top his head with any signs of horns not yet peeking or perhaps cut off, The black coated hooves that ache and numb from many fights and giving ups.

The demon realizes at that thought he’s more so thinking of the night they met… When that Earl was this scared sad child filled with trauma and guilt of a thing he couldn’t have control over nor had the option of what would happen that week… That boy starved and hurting… Sebastian, over the many many years he’s been on this plane of life and death, is used to many forms of humanity being far more cruel than demons can ever be. He got used to those terrible actions on people, on children who people preach and pray should never be harmed in any way only to turn their back when the child needs help most. Yet, he never actually saw the effects of the aftermath of such slaughter and cruelty…

“The meat will spoil if you stare at it too long, Mr Sebastian.”

The butler’s head jerked up fast and hard, almost throwing him in a rough dizzy, and slowly a smile stretched on his lips as his red eyes showed a small twinkle of warmth. “I didn’t hear you enter, Mr Agni.” A bandaged hand touched the shoulder of the demon as the man in green stood beside him, gray eyes warm and softened like melting chocolates as he looked to his butler companion. “What is on your mind, my friend?” Asked him with a small head tilt. Sebastian sighed softly and began to move his hand about to care for the meat to prepare for dinner, his words sliding out easily like a flowing water fountain, “It is my Young Master. He has been acting differently than usual. Wandering the manor at night, growing sadder and sadder with each passing second, spacing out at the strangests of times. And yet I cannot at all figure out how to ease his worried heart and soul. Somehow this feels… far different than I am used to.” Agni listened calmly before giving a thought, “Perhaps you should have a conversation with him. He may be secretly yearning for someone to come talk to him about what is weighing his mind, as I have sensed with you Mr Sebastian.” Sebastian chuckled some, “You don’t need to be so formal with me, Mr Agni. I will take your advice nicely though, but I do fear he won’t answer honestly…” “He will. Your bond is far stronger than anything I have ever seen Sebastian, you both can easily sense when the other is needing care as proven so many times of you to him and him to you, like when you were required to rest of the ship incident.” The butlers look at each other and smile, small giggles exciting lips as they recall the leaving of such a “vacation” only to come back bloody and bruised and scary stories to come with.

Blond hair peeks out the door frame of the kitchen door as Baldroy looks in, his blue eyes scanning the area curiously. “What got you in a giggling mood?” “Oh, just…memories.”

Sebastian looked to his side, only to see it empty but still warm as if a body was there just a few seconds ago. A bitter coldness filled his chest as he took in a shaky breath and a calmer sigh out. He turned to the chef and smiled, “May I help you with something, Mr Baldroy?” Baldroy shook his head and sputtered, “I… was just wondering if I can help with anything…” “Well don’t just stand there, come on in, Mr Baldroy.”

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The butler walked down the dark halls of the manor until he arrived at the bedchamber door of the Earl of Phantomhive. Quietly, he enters and sees the lad already dressed for bed and reading, albeit a slight mess much like his life during that damn circus case. “My Young Master, have you decided I am not needed to assist you?” Sebastian said in a joking manner, only to gain silence and avoided day clashing colored eyes back.

With a sigh and sat at the foot of the bed and turned to the teen, dragging his tongue to lick his dry lips as he chose his words carefully. Finally, after mentally rereading his script of the conversation, he spoke out his query, “Young Master, I have noticed your behavior has been… odd as of late. Is something eating away at you?” Ciel turned away from him. “Don’t be silly, of course no–” “Young Master,” The master turned and looked at his butler, surprised by the sudden stern voice as if a father was scolding a child gently. “I swore to you I would never lie,” The butler continued, “And I would like you to be honest with me, just for tonight. I will rephrase my question; What is eating away at you?”

He took a mental notice of Ciel’s pale lips trembling some and how his hands tighten at the book in his hands. Finally, after what felt like weeks and months of waiting, the Earl sighed and actually settled in his spot on the bed though his eyes haven’t yet reached the older.

“Have you… ever felt like you were… going crazy Sebastian?”

For the first time, the words threw the demon in confusion and curiosity.

“Excuse me, what do you mean, My Lord?” Ciel huffed, a weak smile cracked on his face, “Of course, what a silly question. You’re a demon after all, you don’t even know the true pain of insanity…” Sebastian took more mental notes as he examined his master’s emotionally weak state, “Do you feel that way, My Lord? That you’re in insanity?” The Earl paused, that’s when Sebastian became aware he hit the nail on the head. “My Lord,” Sebastian started, easing his voice in a soothing calming manner, but was interrupted by Ciel’s sudden emotional words, “Don’t say you understand what I feel! How could you possibly understand this… this… this insane emotional hurricane that bubbles under my skin? To understand the burning feeling of them still lingering? The blood that can never be seen or unwashed under my nails? You don’t! You don’t understand these thoughts that haunt me! Their voices that taunt me! Telling me I can’t feel angered by my past if my heart fluttered at someone of the same sex as me, or if I adore the strong will of a woman outside my line of sight… The constant thoughts and strangling pains when I hear the foul words of everyone around me, telling me how much of a man I should be… The most perfect English gentleman… That I need to wed to a woman or else I’m not lovable… Knowing if I refuse somehow I’ll… I’d…”

As he watched his small shoulders raise and fall in soft wheezes, the butler in black thought hard of his words. Yes, what he said is true… He’ll never understand these feelings. The feelings society pushed into him that clashed terribly with such strong emotions.

Sebastian reached out and placed a hand on the Earl’s head who, like a rabbit being pet, the smaller pushed into the palm seeking comfort. Wheezing breaths leaving pale yet bitten lips as paler cheeks are already staining with tears and emotional flush. “What’s wrong with me Sebastian…? I’m losing my mind… I must be… Having such thoughts and feelings–” The butler stopped his master’s words with stern yet gentle words of his own, “There is nothing wrong with you My Lord. The minds of society around you are wrong.” Sebastian carefully took the Lord’s face into his hands and wiped away the tears the best he could, heat breaking at that pained look on his small face, “They tell you since the day you were born what life you should have merely based off their own beliefs without knowing a thing about you and how you feel about them planing the play of life of you. If it were me, I would be more than eager to tell you if you want to kiss a boy, go for it. If you want to wear gowns, then just do it. If you want to scream at Christ and the Lord for not answering your eager prayers, I’ll scream with you in glee. No one should be entitled to tell you how you should feel… Not after I’ve seen how much you dug your own way out of Hell.”

The teen’s shaky breath was his only reply back. Not until their arms fell forward as the Earl’s head landed on Sebastian’s chest as he hiccups and sobs away. Sebastian, with even more ache against his chest, wrapped his arms carefully around the smaller figure, gloved hands rubbing soft circles around his head and back that shake and bob with each cry. “I’m very proud of you, My Lord, you should be proud of the person you grew to be…”

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After that night of the Lord crying himself to sleep in the demon’s arms, Sebastian made quick work of making sure his master was comfortable and not stressed out about everything. He handled the stuff connected to the Funtom Company. He made sure the manor and estate were good and clean. He explained to the servants very simply and easy to understand that their master is feeling blue as of late and to politely refrain from calling him things like “Mister” or “Sir” but not start calling him “Miss” or “Lady” as that’s not what the master wants either and treat him as they treated him prior. He made his master his favorite treats for the day. He called Nina and informed him of small changes of the wardrobe designs to fit more comfortably for his master’s true nature. He even contacted the Trancy Manor and Blavat, two places of people he despises, if the teens under their care can be so kind to visit for the day. After all, if he can’t ease the worries of his master after battling with his own identity and self worth due to society’s harsh rules and the trauma of his past, what kind of butler would he be?

Sebastian watched as the afternoon slowly shifted to night as his master, now dressed in an outfit that’s best fitted in the term of androgyny, enjoying a simple game of Old Maid with the blond Lord of Trancy and brunette circus performer of the stars. In a blink he sees the small child that stood before soiled with blood and ruins and tears, sunken sad eyes staring at him with no light to be seen.

Blinking again, he sees the picture again now, seeing the light that not only fills the blue eye of his master, but around him.

Yeeeaaaah, lowkey inspired by this song

I missed the previous prompts so I had them planned for yesterday since my head was empty on that prompt, then I saw today's prompt and went, "well this fits" so here we are!

This is for the @dadbastianweek2023 thingy which is very nice lol I grew to like some of your's headcanon of nonbinary OCiel Phantomhive (he/they) so thanks yall for that Edit: I decided to make this yet ANOTHER long story for another prompt, it's already angsty let me have this!

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