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chinatzuify-blog · 11 months

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My babies!!! 🥺🥺💕💕💕❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️

#kuroshitsuji #sebagrell #sebastian michaelis #sebagrelle #grell Sutcliff #black butler #funtom company #funtom café #otp #sebagrell supremacy

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bihastuff · 1 year

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Excuse me whaaaat ??? I literally forget about this 😭

#I was searching about something related to funtom #but I wasn't expecting this #kuroshitsuji #black butler #ciel phantomhive #funtom company

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bapydemonprincess · 2 years

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ALSO ALSO ALSO

ARE WE EVER EVER EVER GOING TO ADDRESS THAT O!CIEL LET HIS FUCKING COMPANY’S LOGO HAVE A CAT ON IT?????????? WELL???????? HMMMMM????

#Just wondering #rgehdjyfkuyg #Rewatching Book of Circus #kuroshitsuji #sebastian michaelis #ciel phantomhive #o!ciel #Funtom Company

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thefictioness · 7 months

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11. Wander

This work is part of a Kuroshitsuji Fictober series. For more info, click here.

She had forgotten what warm meals tasted like. Most of the things she found to eat came stale out of the trash. Tossed away by others without a second thought. Others who knew the next evening there would be plenty to cook again. She could smell their brewings through open windows and doorways. Her mouth would water, tiny droplets falling down her torn, dirty skirt much like the rain. On those rainy days she had to find shelter, which was almost as difficult as scavenging food. Most people would shun her on sight. She wasn’t allowed indoors anywhere. The puddles would soak her socks in her soleless shoes as she made her way down the cobblestone streets, looking for a place to hide from the bad weather. She would huddle under window sills of shops, just out of sight for the shop owners. Until customers would rat her out, followed by her being chased away again. She thought such fate would await her yet again while crouching down in front of a famous candy store. She did not understand sweets. She had seen other children her age, with better clothing and washed faces, toying with the colourful wrappers and popping them in their mouth. But hardly any had the size that she deemed fit to really be able to satisfy hunger. Hunger… Her stomach growled along with the thunder that was now heard overhead. She looked around as people hurried from one shop to the other, trying to stay out of the rain. A mother and son walked up to the door next to her. The little boy pointed at her as they walked by, the mother looking appalled and pulled him away. They entered the shop. She had just moments before she would be shouted at. She braced for it. Sure enough, a little while later the boy and his mother left, and the shop owner peeped around the doorframe. “Hey there little miss.” She quickly got up, ready to make a run for it. “What are you doing out here in the rain?” The shop owner asked. Confused, she looked around to face him. “I have no home,” she blatantly stated. The shop owner stared at her with pity. “Such a young girl to be wandering so alone on the streets. Why don’t you come inside until the rain is over,” the owner smiled. The girl blinked. “Won’t you chase me away? Or call the police?” “Of course not. The Funtom Sweets Shop is here especially for children! That includes you too.” Unsure what to say, she followed the man inside. He offered her a stool. “Here. Have a seat,” the owner gestured. She sat down, looking around in awe. The display viewed from outside already held promise of all sorts of bewilderment, but seeing the inside, lined with racks of candy in all colours and sizes, was far beyond what she had imagined. “Of course, how silly of me. Since you live on the streets, you must have barely any idea what sweets are,” the owner said as he walked around the counter. He put on a glove and took out what looked like a big spoon. He walked over to one of the containers in the corner, and scooped something out. Then he walked back over to her. “Put your hand out.” Hesitantly, she obeyed. He dropped a few pink balls in her hands. She looked at them, bewildered. “Go on then, have a taste,” he encouraged her. She put them in her lap and picked one up between her thumb and index finger. Looking one last time at the shop owner for confirmation, she put one on her tongue. She never tasted anything so sweet.

#fanfiction #fanfic #black butler #kuroshitsuji #fictober #manga #funtom #company #ciel phantomhive #shop #candy shop

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reallyromealone · 6 months

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Can you do Black Butler please? Maybe Ciel Phantomhive taking care of Elizabeth's younger brother who is around 4? Maybe Ciel let's the (name) eat sweets with him and drink Earl Grey tea? And can the end be fluffy like (name) falls asleep on Ciel, and when Sebastian tries to take (name) off of Ciel, Ciel is just like "no" (you don't have to do this btw)

I fucking got you fam

Ciel x male reader

Fluff, platonic (obviously)

A day at the phantomhive manor

Why did he agree to this?

Little (name) Midford was just as happy as his big sister and was always excited to see his future brother in law, though the four year old didn't exactly understand that they weren't already married.

"Hello Mr. Sebastian!" (Name) said happily as he held the butlers hand, the Demon smiling down at the little one who always brought him sweets, the other just accepting them because what else could he do?

"Ciel!" (Name) ran up to the tween who stood at the front doors "how do we greet people?" Ciel chastised the little noble and halted and Ciel offered his hand "thank you for inviting me to your home!" He seemed very proud of himself and Ciel led him inside, (name) was constantly talking about spending time with the other so Ciel sent a letter and invited him over.

"Remember, gold the cup like this " Ciel was rarely patient with children but he has a soft spot for (name), the boy reminding him of his fiance (and cousin fun fact) and genuinely wanted the best for him.

(Name) played with a few toys Ciel kept in a toy room for the little one as he did his work "Lizzy says you're a business man... What do you do?" (Name) asked softly as to not disrupt him too much and Ciel glanced at the boy "I run Funtom corporation, all those toys and sweets you have? Those are from my company"

"Are you like Santa?!" He asked facinated and Ciel sighed "no, I'm not like Santa"

"Aww"

(Name) spent the day with the other, excitedly watching everything he did and even got to play in the garden for a while.

It wasn't till later in the evening, (name) spent after playing all day and having an all around blast and Ciel softly read him treasure island, the tyke asleep on the others lap.

"Do you wish for me to prepare a bed for him, young master?" Sebastian asked the noble who shook his head "no need, he wakes at the slightest movements after all"

Though Ciel wouldn't admit it, he felt warm that his fiance's little brother felt so safe with him, glad he got to spend time with him and perhaps would spend time with him again in future though maybe with more activities planned.

Maybe he could take him to that Christmas event that Lizzie gushed about.

#black butler x male reader #black butler x reader #ciel x male reader #ciel x readed #platonic #fluff #anime x male reader #anime x reader

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yan-lorkai · 7 months

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Could I request a Ciel x Mother!reader who comes back to life after the fire? Reader doesn’t really remember what happened or how they are here now but spends their time giving Ciel love he’s missed

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: Yandere content, platonic yandere, slightly angst

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Ciel remembers seeing his parents' body, your body. He vividly remembers the look of terror etched on your face, remembers the smell of burning flesh, remembers how the flames engulfed the house and everything it once stood for.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ When he and Sebastian made the pact, the boy asked if there was a way to revive his family. He wished he could see his brother again, hear his father's soft laugh and feel your warm hugs, but the demon insisted there was no way for that.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ "Once a person dies, their soul is collected by Shinigami." Was the explanation offered. It was an explanation that didn't bring him any comfort at all and one that he hated, but he could do nothing but accept, however reluctantly.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Even without a family, Ciel proved capable of rebuilding the Phantomhive name and reputation again. He carries out all of the Queen's tasks with great excellence, leads the Funtom company and makes good investments. He buries himself in work and the adrenaline of his missions so he doesn't have to think about and miss his little family, the longing for simpler, happier times. On quiet days, where there is no form of distraction, however, he misses you, his brother and father too, his heart still cries for your absence and motivates him to complete his revenge.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ So... How can you be here now? Wearing the same clothes you wore that night a few years ago, the same beautiful smile and sparkling eyes that soothed him after a nightmare. How can you be here? He's gone through grief, he's continually faced sadness, but he can't stop the feeling of happiness and relief from taking over his chest as soon as you look at each other.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ You can't remember what happened, but he supposes it's for the best. He also wouldn't want to remember many of the things that happened, but he has to tell you, because you deserve to know the truth. It's a long, uncomfortable conversation, and by the end you're both crying together.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ But the comfort you bring to him, the affection and love he needs, make the pain in his heart lessen. He can handle everything now that you're back, he can enjoy your headpats after a hard day's work, hear you hum a lullaby to him at night, enjoy your delicious dishes, to have your hugs, in short, to live his characteristic double life between being Count Phantomhive and his son.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ And he tries to be a good son to you, he tries to make you proud of him, after so long feeling alone he needs this as much as you do, he needs the deep connection between mother and son. And he swims in his love as if he were still a little boy laughing and exploring the world in small steps, Sebastian likes to tease him for that. But Ciel can't bring himself to care. You are here and that's all that matters.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Though part of him wants to know how and why you are here and now, how it's possible - even Sebastian has a contemplative expression on his face, thinking and thinking and never coming to a conclusion. If Shinigami hold a person's soul when they die, Ciel can only hope that none of them come after you, because now that you're back he promises to protect you. He will use all the resources necessary to keep you alive and well.

#yandere black butler #yandere kuroshitsuji #yandere ciel #yandere ciel phantomhive #yandere ciel x reader #yandere ciel phantomhive x reader #ciel phantomhive x reader #ciel x reader #platonic yandere #kuroshitsuji #black butler #ciel #ciel phantomhive

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blues824 · 1 year

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Twisted Wonderland Housewardens reacting to GN!Ciel Phantomhive!Reader who summons Sebastian in a time of great crisis?

Platonic, to make it easier for myself. Reader is not Yuu.

Riddle Rosehearts

Mans really related to you. Not only was he underestimated because he was young, he was also made fun of because he was short. The two of you actually got along that way, as well as you understanding the importance of listening to the Queen and her different rules. Plus, you both had a sweet tooth.

You both could honestly talk for hours and hours about the pressure that was being put on your shoulders constantly. You won obviously, since not only were your parents dead but you made a deal with a demon to help you get revenge. On top of that, you had to run a toy manufacturing company.

When he overblotted, he was trying very hard to reel himself back from hurting you since he looked at you as a sibling. However, you seemed to have a pretty confident attitude, as you had a chair placed right in front of him for you to sit at. Then you yelled, “SEBASTIAN”.

Riddle was confused, until a sudden force kicked him in the stomach. The figure was too fast for him to track, and he was defeated in a matter of a few moments. As he was fading out of consciousness, he finally got a look and saw the figure (who acted as your butler, bowing down to you) that you had told him about.

In the infirmary, you waited by his side for him to recover. It was both sentimental and not, since you were worried and saddened that he came to such a state but you didn’t jump around in joy when he woke up. You did prepare some tea for him, though.

Leona Kingscholar

You both found each other absolutely insufferable. He often teased you and poked fun at you for being both young and short, and walking around with a cane acting as if you own the place. The big lion often did this just to make you angry, like an older brother.

What made it worse is that he never apologized. Whenever you were offended, he would say that you need to ‘grow up’ and you often tell him that you’re more grown up than he would ever be because you actually own an empire (the toy business) while he doesn’t. Screaming matches happen very often.

When he overblotted, you planned on making him regret ever making fun of you. You shouted the name of your butler and ordered Sebastian to fight him but make sure that he remained alive. It didn’t take long, as this kind of thing fell into the demon’s repertoire.

As Leona was laying on the ground in pain and fading out of consciousness, you went up next to him and asked Who’s laughing now? He has never wanted to throw hands (paws?) with you more than ever, but he was too weak.

The thing is, neither of you have apologized yet. There was no need, as you sat next to his bed in the infirmary worried about him. You both came to an understanding where your rivalry came to a stand-still, as there was a newfound respect that the two of you discovered.

Azul Ashengrotto

Both of you understood each other from an entrepreneur point-of-view. He ran the Mostro Lounge, you ran Funtom Corporations. However, you were a child. He couldn’t imagine the struggle you went through with trying to run a full business, as he had Crowley’s support and you didn’t.

One thing he was rather jealous of was that you could keep all of the money you earned, and since you were part of the high society you had more business deals and more influence. In addition to that, you were one of the sponsors for the Spelldrive Tournament. This meant that you were his superior.

When Azul overblotted, you were rather annoyed with all of the other overblots. You didn’t really like having to employ Sebastian’s help, but it was his job. After a few moments, the demon butler was standing over an exhausted cecaelia in the ocean before making sure that you were alright.

It was very sad to see such talent be overtaken by selfishness and greed, but oh well. Sure, he was a dear friend, but he was also a competitor when it came to business. It wasn’t personal at all, and he actually didn’t take it that way.

After he recovered, your business-people relationship continued. Since you had multiple shops open, you gave him advice about branching out to different areas. The Lounge is marine-life themed, so it would be better to place more restaurants on land so that people get a feel and a love for the aesthetic. That, in turn, would also boost the economy of the Coral Sea with tourism.

Kalim Al-Asim

It’s the Twisted Wonderland version of Lizzie, and you can’t tell me otherwise. He’s definitely the same sunshine-and-rainbows person that Elizabeth was in the show. However, it wasn’t the annoying version but rather the sweet part of it all.

You both were very wealthy, and your products were often on the ships of his merchant family members. Some of his siblings had the toys that your company produced. So, you had a long family history along with a long history of partnerships. But, the two of you were friends as well.

When Jamil overblotted, the last thing that Kalim had expected you to do was summon a demon. But you just sat yourself down and watched the battle unravel. The Scarabia Housewarden was very worried about his friend as he knew that he stood no chance against your hell of a butler.

Even the young Al-Asim had trouble keeping track of Sebastian’s movements. It came as a surprise to no one when the Vice Housewarden was lying on the ground completely exhausted from even trying to keep up with the demon butler’s attacks.

After all of this, Kalim’s view of you hasn’t changed. You might be a little more calculating and even maniacal than he originally thought, but you were still his friend. It didn’t matter that you had a very strange employee working for you at the price of your soul, because you were still a person.

Vil Schoenheit

I would say that you both were friendly and cordial in a passive-aggressive way, just like siblings. You both had your own spotlights, him being an actor and you being the owner of a multi-million dollar business. The two of you tried to be more humble in the public eye, and the rivalry got so bad that Neige wasn’t even relevant anymore.

You were wealthier than he was, but he was more famous. What really shoved money in his face was when you donated a large sum of money so that the movie he was casted in could continue filming with ease. Mans was so angry, but he hid it with a smile.

When he overblotted, you were very happy to bring out your secret weapon. After all, some people just needed to be put in their place, especially after disrespecting the Phantomhive name. So, Sebastian was summoned and he dealt with the overblot for you.

It wasn’t until Vil was on the ground utterly drained of energy that you really got a good look at him, and he you. Maybe it was time to put the rivalry to rest, as it caused much more stress than necessary. You accompanied him as he was taken to the infirmary.

While you were there sitting at his bedside, he took that time to learn more about you and your life. It was shocking to him that you not only lost your parents, but also your aunt that had to die because she was one of the people who was Jack the Ripper. He underestimated your maturity by a lot.

Idia Shroud

You reminded him of the character from My Parents Perished In a Terrible Fire and I Made a Deal With a Demon to Help Exact My Revenge. That aside, he understood you perfectly because he was going to be the heir to his family’s business. Only difference is that you were focused on selling toys while he was focused on studying overblots.

Honestly, as much as you would have liked to, there was no way that your businesses could have synced up aside from you having information that he might need through connections that you have or vice versa. It is rather unfortunate, but it’s all good.

When he overblotted, he wasn’t aware of the butler you had a contract with as you liked to keep it a secret. So, Idia really stood no chance against the demon. It did make you rather sad, as you looked up to him as a sort of older brother figure.

Now, you had to offer some comfort to Ortho that Idia would be alright because as shy as the older Shroud was, he was strong and determined. It didn’t do much, but as he woke up in the infirmary he heard you both talking and it warmed his heart to see that his siblings were concerned for him.

As you both stayed with him while he recovered, you all got to learn about each other a bit more. He understood you more than he originally thought, what with losing his brother but a replica was made of him. Sebastian was making sure that Idia was getting to a healthier state, and you have never been grateful for you butler until now.

Malleus Draconia

He was very worried for you as another magicless human at NRC, and not just that but you also had a respiratory problem and walked with a cane. This guy already saw you as another member of his family, so he wanted to make sure that you were alright.

Malleus found you and your butler quite interesting, as you were able to run an entire company at a young age and Sebastian was a big help with that. The fae Prince knew better than to underestimate your abilities, though, as age doesn’t correlate with cognitive capability.

One thing he has seen though is you dealing with the overblots. You often perched yourself on a chair/throne of some sort as you summoned your demon butler, and the latter always seemed eager to do your bidding. It wasn’t until later that you explained you promised him your soul as compensation.

Again, he already sees you as a member of his family. You are the sibling he never had, and Lilia finds your relationship adorable. I think it comes from a place of easily relating to one another, as you both do not have your parents but some distant relative that is still around, as well as being expected to inherit something at a young age (you actually having inherited it).

You can not tell me that you don’t always extend an invitation to him whenever you’re invited to any sort of event. You even host many events at your manor during the holidays for those who aren’t going home, and Malleus always makes an attempt to attend

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natsuki208 · 1 month

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Happy Easter from the Funtom company and the Phantomhive household. On this special occasion, Ciel will be forced to gladly lower the prices of these exclusive bitter rabbit toys for the children.

Might also come with some chocolate eggs if you’re lucky.

🐇🎀🐇🎀🐇🎀🐇🎀🐇🎀🐇🎀🐇🎀🐇🎀🐇

#black butler #kuroshitsuji #black butler fanart #kuroshitsuji fanart #ciel phantomhive #elizabeth midford #alois trancy #bitter rabbit #easter art #i want them all!

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pixiedustxrazorcuts · 11 months

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Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler) released it’s 200th chapter on May 18th,2023 🖤

#manga #black butler #kuroshitsuji #sebastian michaelis #manga art #funtom company #ciel phamtonhive #snake black butler #black butler ciel #yana toboso

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azuresins · 9 months

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New here, new to your blog, very nervous, please be gentle. Real-boy said he would have invested in railways instead of a toy company. I don't know if this is just my personal squick, I don't know if he would-have had the power to force members of the estate to work on railways as part of his 'investment' but either way. I have a (great, great) grandparent who worked as a railroad Navvy, he immigrated to escape Britain's working conditions... that's literally why I'm here. Say what one will about Our!Ciel, but Funtom is providing safer jobs to people... Read a bit about Railroad Navvies during that time period, I'm betting it'll shock you. Contrary to whatever anyone says, they were NOT, "well paid" they were NOT compensated well or even given beds. They died at a high rates, and families weren't compensated for deaths. Sometimes, they weren't even paid with real money... So that definitely set off a 🚩.

I'm so glad your ancestor survived... After taking a closer look.

I thought, initially...that this was just to illustrate differences between the two of the twins... That "Real!Ciel" would have made what he felt were more business-oriented, practical decisions for monetary gain and expansion ... and not more personal choices, like Our!Ciel.

(( By "communications" I assume he means something literal. Telephone lines, something like that.)) But after taking another look, that is some very interesting thought-food, you provided. It's very easy, for readers to forget about the working class and common people who's lives are being played with while all of this is going on, and I think that's intentional. It was also clearly illustrated, that Real!Ciel is just not that interested, in investing in areas that might also create more opportunities, for the working class, or for providing with goods and services, to women and children. He seemingly doesn't care for the toys, and didn't seem interested in Funtom supplementing income that theoretically, the Estate could be providing by itself.... You spoke specifically about railways. From what I understand, investors in railways normally didn't want train-tracks running through THEIR property and estates, and that often created problems... but. ...Some didn't mind, so long as it meant exclusivity, and bigger shares of profits. Most especially, when land owners had canals, in their possession. Telephone lines required similar... labor, for their infrastructure (and thus the conditions were also pretty bad for those who had to build them). As for whether or not he could "force" people who lived on his estate into other trades, like that... Absolutely, he could. I think a lot of factors could determine that, but it's not entirely out of the question. It's happened to people, historically. He could certainly make it much harder for people living there, to continue to do so happily. They could move theoretically, they just have to abandon their homes and the only life they've ever known. If they can afford it. Mm. Thinking about a railroad or telephone lines, running right through the estate where that canal was built, kind of breaks my heart a bit... but regardless, I'm glad that didn't happen or hasn't happened, yet. I don't know what fate is going to befall Funtom or the Estate, but I hope the company survives, a while longer. I'm sure if the working classes who live on the Estate had a say in the matter, they'd want Our!Ciel, as their Earl. No contest.

#Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #real!ciel

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anonymousewrites · 8 months

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One Hell of a Love (Book 1) Chapter Ten

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter Ten: One Hell of a Fair

Summary: (Y/N) and Sebastian go to the Frost Fair and, of course, find trouble there.

(Y/N) looked around at the frozen Thames as people milled about in small shops made of tents, kids happily played in the snow, and people contentedly walked across the thick ice keeping them from falling to the watery depths below.

“The Frost Fair takes place next to London Bridge on the frozen River Thames,�� said Ciel, bundling up against the cold. “The last time it was this grand was back in 1814, apparently.” He grinned suddenly as they passed some stalls.

“What is the matter?” asked Sebastian.

“All the wares they have lined up here are shoddy,” said Ciel. “If the ice freezes over like this next year, we could clean up with a stall here.” He nodded to a small ark toy. “That, for example.”

“Oh, young nobleman, I see you have quite the eye,” said the salesman. “That is an item made by the now hugely popular Funtom Company when it was still a small craft shop.”

“What a total fake,” said Ciel. “The Phantom Ark, enjoyed by the last generation, was made by the most skilled craftsmen, and it was an extremely rare and valuable item because only three were made. Since the mansion burned down, even the current company doesn’t have the real item anymore. There’s no way there would be a real one here.”

“Noah’s Ark is a lot like this country,” remarked Sebastian.

“What?” asked Ciel.

“A ship steered by a single boatman,” said Sebastian. His eyes were cold. “The only ones who will be saved are the select few.”

“Arrogance and lack of empathy,” said (Y/N). “It kills humanity at every turn.”

Ciel looked like he was about to respond, but someone stepped out and said, “You’re…”

(Y/N) glanced at the new arrival and remembered him. It was Abberline, the detective from Scotland Yard.

“To see one of Scotland Yard’s detectives has enough free time to dawdle around here, I suppose London must really be at peace,” remarked Ciel. “Today, at any rate.”

“I don’t! I’m on duty right no!” defended Abberline.

“Well, then, work hard enough to earn your keep on behalf of Her Majesty and the people who employ you, Inspector,” said Ciel, turning away.

“Wait, I have something to ask you,” said Abberline. “Master Ciel!” He reached out to touch Ciel’s shoulder, but Sebastian swiped his hand away.

“Pardon me. As you can see, our Master is quite frail…I mean, delicate,” said Sebastian with a smirk. “So I would ask you not to lay your hands on him too roughly.”

“We can grab a cup of tea, and you can speak for a moment there,” said Ciel simply, walking over to a small tea room before Abberline could argue against it.

(Y/N) sighed when they entered the warm shop, bristling from the winter cold. Sebastian snuck a look at them and smiled in amusement at their little habits that betrayed how they were feeling. He had always scolded them for not completely controlling their reactions, but Sebastian was rather fond of them.

“So, then,” said Ciel once they were seated. “What is Scotland Yard doing here, Inspector Abberline?”

“This morning, a man’s corpse was found under the ice of the market,” explained Abberline. “The man was a member of a specific criminal organization. At present, we are chasing after the culprit who killed that man as well as the ring he stole embedded with a blue diamond worth around two thousand pounds.”

“Diamond: the stone that radiates exquisiteness for all eternity,” said a new voice. Lau had arrived in his tea room. “All that awaits those mesmerized by its shine is destruction. However, even knowing that, it is said that it is impossible to resist.”

“How do you know about the Shard of Hope?” questioned Abberline.

Ciel raised an eyebrow. “The Shard of Hope?”

“Huh? What? What?” Lau blinked innocently. “There’s really a gem like that?”

(Y/N) sighed. Lau was an expert at seeming like he knew what he was doing and then actually having no clue.

“He was just joining in,” said Ciel, eyebrow twitching. “Don’t pay any attention to him. More importantly, Lau, why are you here?”

“Because this is my restaurant, Young Earl,” said Lau.

(Y/N) glanced over at the scantily-clad waitresses and deadpanned. “We should have guessed.”

“Not interested?” remarked Sebastian teasingly.

“In the outfits or the women? I’m afraid I’d be saying no to both at this instance,” said (Y/N).

“Pity,” said Sebastian. He thought they’d look sinful in one of those dresses.

“By the way, it seems you’re having a rather interesting conversation, Young Earl,” remarked Lau. “Will you please fill me in on the details?”

“Have you heard anything?” asked Ciel. “It’s part of Lord Henry Hope’s collection; a blue diamond that has become known as the Hope Diamond.”

“Nope, nothing,” said Lau.

“It is a devilish stone that is rumored to have brought all its owners an unfortunate fate, from Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette on,” continued Ciel. “After disappearing from the world, the stone was divided in order to hide its past. It was cut, and a small shard was taken off. Consequently, one of the two shards of the Hope Diamond is what you are searching for. Correct, Abberline?”

“The carriage was attacked while it was being transported as evidence, and it was stolen,” said Abberline grimly.

Ciel smirked. “This is intriguing. Tell me more. I’ll participate in this matter, too. I won’t force you to tell me. However, if you refuse, your superior, Lord Randall, might end up in quite the predicament.”

Abberline paled. “Fine. Since you insist.”

Ciel smirked in satisfaction. “Well, then, what are your leads?”

“Well, I was going to ask a certain man for some help,” said Abberline.

“A certain man?” asked Ciel. “Not…”

Abberline nodded gravely.

(Y/N) cocked their head as they regarded the tent before them. It was Undertaker’s. He had set up an undertaker’s shop on the ice. What a strange man…

“Apparently, quite a few people have died of frostbite, so he decided to set up a shop,” said Abberline.

“Earl…the name of this shop…it can’t be…” said Lau grimly.

“Since I permitted you to tag along, please wait here, outside,” said Abberline. He went to open the door, but as it was just a painted tent, he fell through to the floor below.

“How reckless.” Ciel deadpanned.

“That is but a privilege of birth,” said Lau. He paused. “So, where is this?”

An irk mark appeared on Ciel. “The Undertaker’s shop! We met him during the Jack the Ripper incident, remember?!” He huffed. “Abberline will be in tears in a moment. Sebastian, get ready to—!”

Outrageous laughter startled the group. Undertaker’s cackles rang out through the air, and his tent nearly came down from the force.

Shocked, Ciel pushed through the flap of the tent and walked in with Sebastian, (Y/N), and Lau. Undertaker lay on the ground, legs twitching as he laughed. Abberline looked incredibly confused.

“You’re amazing. You have definitely chosen the wrong profession,” giggled Undertaker as he stood. “As a comic, you could be world renowned!”

“Just what did you do?” asked Ciel.

“I-I just started talking as I normally do, but then this guy just started laughing,” said Abberline in confusion.

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow. “Impressive, he managed to make Undertaker laugh…”

“It seems you are quite skilled, Mr. Inspector,” said Sebastian darkly, huffing at a human impressing (Y/N) everyone.

“No, I’m just…” Abberline trailed off nervously.

Ciel slammed his hands down on a coffin. “Tell us about the ring, Undertaker, the one that the body you disposed of this morning was supposed to have.”

“There’s a possibility that it was buried around the area he was found in,” said Abberline. “I implore you on behalf of all the good citizens of London, such as yourself, please assist us with the investigation.”

“I have been highly impressed by you, Inspector,” said Undertaker, still giggling. “I’ll tell you. Or, more precisely…I’ll show you.”

The group stared at the ice sculpture of Queen Victoria and the blue diamond ring around her fingers.

“See? Over there,” chirped Undertaker.

Abberline looked aghast. Lau just smiled. “I guess one of the ice sculptors here just happened to come across the frozen ring, and in order to take advantage of it, they made it into a statue.”

(Y/N) leaned forward. “I usually prefer rubies, but I have to admit, the tales of sorrow and anguish around this jewel appeal to me.”

“Get it out! Right now!” cried Abberline at the two constables.

“Understood!” replied the men.

“What are you doing, you ignorant whelp?!” demanded an official voice. All heads turned to a group of people glaring at them.

“That holy maiden is the prize that will be presented to the winner!” declared a dramatic voice. Viscount Druitt withdrew a pink rose and shook a finger at the group. “You mustn’t touch it.”

“Viscount Druitt!” gasped Ciel, going white as he remembered the embarrassment of having to flirt with the man.

(Y/N) deadpanned. Of course he’d weaseled his way out of jailtime.

“The contest’s judges?” said Ciel, fighting for composure and looking at the other officials. “Why is he one of them?”

“Wasn’t he taken in by Scotland Yard for organ trafficking?” wondered Lau.

“He was released a few days ago,” said Abberline bitterly.

“Money,” said (Y/N) with a distasteful “tsk.” “Unbelievable.”

“I’m sorry,” said Abberline, stepping forward to the judges. “Scotland Yard will have to take this statue into its possession now.”

“No! Even if you are from Scotland Yard, we will not permit anyone to have their own way at the Frost Fair, the peak of excitement for all the townsfolk,” declared the head judge haughtily.

“Beauty is something to be adored!” cried Druitt. “Are you people trying to force shame on this beautiful maiden?”

“Like you’re one to talk,” muttered Ciel.

“If you really want her, then just bring out enough beauty to satisfy her,” said Druitt.

“As expected of one who loves fine art, beauty, and cuisine, it’s as Viscount Druitt says,” said the judge. “If you want this statue, win the contest.”

Ciel smirked. “I see. I can agree to that. The ring will belong to the one who wins the contest. It’s simply and clean.”

“Master Ciel?” asked Abberline.

“I will obtain that ring,” said Ciel.

“That’s a stolen object!” cried Abberline. “It’s also important evidence in the serial kidnappings of several young girls!” He covered his mouth after he spoke, realizing he gave out too much information.

“I see. So, that’s why Scotland Yard is in such a frenzy searching for it,” said Ciel with a smirk.

“Even so, it is true that those in possession of the ring have met ill fates, one after the other. It really does fit its name of the cursed stone, and yet you still—!” Abberline was interrupted.

“Cursed, huh?” remarked Ciel. He smirked and gazed at his Phantomhive ring. “Then, it really does fit me.”

“That reminds me,” said Undertaker. “Your ring also has a beautiful blue stone set in it, doesn’t it, Earl?”

“Yes,” replied Ciel.

“You should be careful,” said Undertaker with his mischievous smile. “Diamonds are hard, but for all their hardness, they’re fragile. If you overexert yourself too much, it may shatter.”

“What of it?” demanded Ciel. He smirked. “This body and this ring are both things that have shattered and been revived. As if I would fear them shattering after everything I’ve been through.”

Sebastian’s lips curled into a smirk at the determination at Ciel’s determination. (Y/N) cocked their head. They had been mortal once and seen thousands of lives come and go, and yet human resilience never faltered through the centuries.

Ciel turned on Sebastian. “Win the contest, Sebastian.”

“Yes, My Lord,” said Sebastian. He turned to (Y/N). “Join me for some entertainment?”

“And get all cold and wet? No, thank you,” said (Y/N), their nose twitching. “Besides, I doubt you need any help.”

Sebastian smirked proudly. “Of course. And I will demonstrate that today.”

“And now we will commence the traditional Frost Fair Ice Sculpture contest!” declared the announcer as time ended. “The judging will now commence! First up is the ‘Joyful Scotland Yard’ team with their ‘Guardian of London!’ ” Scotland Yard saluted the actually fairly realistic sculpture of Lord Randall. “Judges, your marks! One. Two. One. Zero. A total of five points!”

The announcer cleared his throat. “Next is the ‘All Women’s Dresses Should Be Tiny” team, but…for obvious reasons, it has been disqualified.”

(Y/N)’s eye twitched as they looked at Lau’s statue. It was of a woman entirely nude.

“Why?” asked Lau “innocently.”

“There’s no way they could show that in public!” cried Ciel.

“I think hiding it with those banners makes it more perverted,” said Lau in disappointment.

Despite the argument, the judges each held up an “X” for their judgement. Except, of course, Druitt put up a perfect “Ten.”

“You can win, right, Sebastian?” asked Ciel.

“Of course. Once you have given an order, I exist but to fulfill it,” said Sebastian.

“Next up is the ‘Queen’s Puppy’ team with ‘Noah’s Ark,’ ” said the announcer.

The curtain fell to reveal the large sculpture of Noah’s Ark, glistening under the sun.

“This is what ice art truly is!” cried a judge in amazement.

“This is amazing!” gasped the announcer. “Please, give us your results.”

“Please wait one moment,” said Sebastian. “You have no seen everything yet.” He snapped his fingers, and on cue, the warmth of the sun melted the slight seal in the ice. The cabin of Noah’s Ark broke apart to reveal a carving of the many animals saved on board.

“Amazing! It’s like it’s alive!” clamored the crowd.

“Good job,” said (Y/N), nodding to Sebastian.

“I see!” cried the head judge. “He made the joints in the roof weak on purpose so that, in time, they would melt and fall off!”

“Oh! Oh!” cried Druitt. “God’s rage! The only one to escape unscathed in the blazing storm was Noah! Leading his paired animals, waiting for the time of regeneration as they drift upon the waves!”

“Young man, I am completely astounded,” said the head judge. “To be able to see such a high-class ice sculptor…!”

“No,” Sebastian smirked, “I am just one hell of a butler.”

“You really like that line, don’t you?” remarked (Y/N).

Sebastian smirked at them. “I am simply being honest.”

(Y/N) huffed a laugh and rolled their eyes in fond amusement.

“Well, then, let’s go to the grading!” declared the announcer.

“Wait right there!” cried a man’s voice, running out to the middle of the ice. He pulled out a gun, and the crowd gasped. “This ring was originally ours. Sorry, but I’ll have you return it.”

“What? You people aren’t the—!” said Abberline.

“That’s right! We’re the bombing thief ring that’s been the talk of the town lately,” said the man proudly. He pulled back his jacket to expose a multitude of sticks of dynamite tied to him. Behind him, two more men kicked over a barrel with more explosives. “I’ll count down from ten.” He grabbed his lighter. “If you don’t want to die, then get lost. Ten!” The crowd ran.

“Master?” asked Sebastian.

“My orders haven’t changed,” said Ciel. “Do it, Sebastian.”

“Join me this time?” said Sebastian.

“Well, this time it will actually be fun,” said (Y/N), smiling brightly.

“Eight!”

“What are you doing? Get out of here this minute, Master Ciel!” said Abberline.

“Seven!”

“If you want to run, then do so,” said Ciel calmly. “Don’t pay attention to me.”

“Six!”

“Like I could do that!” cried Abberline.

Ciel’s eyes widened in surprise.

“I became a police officer to protect the people,” said Abberline.

“Five!”

“In order to protect everyone!” declared Abberline.

“Four!”

“What an idiot,” said Ciel.

Abberline ran forward, but a shot at his feet stopped him.

“Don’t get one step closer!” said the thief. He pointed the gun at Ciel. “I’m down to the last three. Are you really not gonna run, little nobleman?”

“I have no need to because…” Ciel didn’t have to finish speaking as Sebastian jumped into the air on skates and knocked the gun from the thief’s hands.

“What?!” the other two thieves began shooting at Sebastian, but (Y/N) skated up behind them and spun, knocking them down. They landed the jump in an arabesque backwards, and the judges clapped.

“What flawless form!” cried a judge.

The two thieves grabbed for (Y/N), but they tightened once more and jumped into the air, letting the men crash into each other before landing expertly again with a smirk.

“Incredible!”

“It’s the elegant raven dancing on the wings of night!” cried Druitt as he watched. “They ride the winds of darkness with feathers of ebony beauty! They tantalize those who cannot fly with them! Oh, but to touch such beauty!”

(Y/N) sighed at his dramatics, and Sebastian tsked.

“Ten! Ten! Ten! Ten! Ten!” cried the announcer as the judges watched the performance and graded it. “It’s a full score!”

“Excellent job, (Y/N),” said Sebastian, skating up to them.

(Y/N) spun before extending an arm and winking. “Well, I can’t let you take all the praise today.”

Sebastian took (Y/N)’s hand and spun them before matching their movements, and the judges clapped in amazement. “I suppose not.”

“You brat!” hissed the leader of the thieves at Ciel. “Be blown to smithereens!” He threw a lit stick of dynamite at him.

(Y/N) and Sebastian picked Ciel up by the arms and skated him out of harm’s way. The dynamite exploded on the ice behind them. The thief glared at them and lit another stick, throwing it once more. Again and again, (Y/N) and Sebastian kept Ciel lifted off his feet and skated him around to avoid the explosions.

“Stop it, boss!” cried the other two thieves, grabbing their leader. “Have you forgotten?! We’re standing on ice!”

As if on cue, the ice cracked, and the three men and the statue of Queen Victoria plunged into the freezing waters below.

“Sebastian!” warned Ciel, wanting the ring saved.

Sebastian and (Y/N) let go of Ciel, and his eyes widened, but Sebastian caught his arms, smirked innocently, and spun him around. Ciel furrowed his brow, and Sebastian threw him into the air. As he flew through the air, the ice beneath Sebastian and (Y/N) cracked. The crowd gasped.

(Y/N) moved to jump into the air, but Sebastian’s had already grabbed one hand and put the other on their waist to leapt dramatically up with them. (Y/N) grinned at the dramatics and allowed him to pulled them closer as they landed on Noah’s Ark.

The crowd gasped in amazement as the ice sculpture supported all three people as it sailed forward through the Thames.

“The ship sails, leaving behind people’s despairs! The ship sails, along with the world’s future, carrying the chosen hope with it!” cried Druitt as women cooed over his poetry. “Onward, to a winding, dreamlike journey, the ship sails!”

�� “It’s Noah! It’s the living incarnation of Noah!” gasped the head judge. “A biblical miracle has occurred on the Thames!”

“Yes, quite biblical, but more on the other side of things,” remarked (Y/N), smirking.

Ciel put his hands on his hips and looked at Sebastian and (Y/N) crossly. “That was a rather rough method.”

“Apologies. We thought it was the quickest method to ensure your safety,” said (Y/N) with an innocent smile.

“Says the one that got to look dignified,” muttered Ciel. He huffed and looked down at the Thames. “And so the Shard of Hope will sleep at the bottom of the Thames.”

“I suppose that is amusing in its own way,” said Sebastian. “It will curse London.”

“If it ended like that, then it would show that was all there was to this town and country,” responded Ciel. “After all, we Phantomhives have always…fought back.” He gazed at his ring.

“I suppose we’ll have to see how poor London fares after the curse,” said (Y/N), smirking.

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fictional-orphan-smackdown · 4 days

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BABY ORPHAN SLAP FIGHT, GO!

All propaganda and what each competitor is from under the cut (Spoilers for Black Butler in Phantomhive's propaganda. Also tw for human sacrifice and child murder in there)

Cubone (Pokemon franchise)

Every single Cubone that exists has a dead mom and I think that's why they're more orphan than anyone else who could possibly be submitted

Cubone is iconic across the Pokémon franchise as being an orphan. It's mentioned that it wears the skull of its dead mother in almost every single one of its Pokédex entries. In Gen 1 games there is even a main plot point about going to Lavender Town's Pokémon Tower, where the ghost of a Cubone's mother haunts the top of the tower, and the player has to calm the ghost so she can move on. There's also an inherent tragedy in the fact that somehow, every single Cubone must lose its mother in order to be a Cubone. So many orphan Pokémon as a result…

Well, it wears the skull of its dead mom

Ciel Phantomhive (Black Butler)

ciel is a pathetic victorian child with a demon (that looks strangely like his dad btw) who sees him as nothing more than a big mac as well as losing his only motherly figure because of her toxic yuri relationship. he is the saddest little victorian orphan and i think that amount of bullshit that's happened in his life is what makes him viable to win this smackdown. he also has a gun! he would win if this was like a physical smackdown. not just because of his gun but because he is just a violent little shit. he also has his own toy company and the little funtom rabbits are so adorable. we love a tiny entrepreneur! literally the only thing that sucks is that he's british. he could change that.

The interesting thing about Ciel's being an orphan is that he is an orphan but he isn't Ciel. "Ciel" was his twin brother whose name the protagonist stole after he was brutally murdered by cultists and used as a sacrifice to summon the demon that would eventually become Ciel's butler, Sebastian Michaelis. "Ciel" was the older twin, making Ciel, the protagonist, the second born son of the noble family in Victorian England. Ciel was not heir to the Phantomhive Estate for this reason. His biggest childhood dream was to open a toy store in London. But, once the Phantomhive Estate was burned to the ground with the twins' parents inside, the two boys were kidnapped by a group of cultists who planned to defile their souls to sell them to the devil they were trying to summon. In the end, as stated above, "Ciel" was sacrified and it was Ciel who ended up making the demon deal, not the cultists, and with Sebastian's help, Ciel was able to become one of the most powerful nobles in England and take revenge on all those who wronged the Phantomhive name. Without Ciel's parents and twin brother dying and him effectively becoming an orphan (even under the care of his demon butler Sebastian and his regular butler Tanaka), he never might have accomplished the things he did throughout the series nor would he have the powers he comes to wield with Sebastian at his side. I mean, of course, not making a demon deal and having your soul eaten and living a dull life because of that is not a bad thing, but I think Ciel's claim to power is interesting.

Not only are his parents killed in a plot against his noble house, but Ciel himself is captured, enslaved and abused. He only manages to save himself by making a deal with a demon: complete power and servitude in exchange for his soul. So now he's on a revenge quest; fights crime at the behest of the monarchy; takes on aristocracy and grim reapers; joins the circus; all while having a will they/won't they power-play-flirt-fest with his hot demon butler that both loves him and wants to devour him.

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artnijna · 9 months

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While I agree with the whole Ciel would die if he was put in the modern world, I also love the idea of Ciel learning what video games are and that they come in many kinds. He then learns about mobile games and next thing we know there would be a Funtom mobile dress up game that secretly a murder mystery and all the cast is based off people he knows. The main protag looking oddly like a certain demon as studies show a protagonist that looks like Sebastian is very popular with all demographics.

There are Chess mini games, Alice in wonderland events to get clothes for characters and gotchas.

TL;DR: Ciel Phatomhive would become a video game developer/make a whole new section in his company the second his blood pressure would calm down.

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