#ciel never lost it somehow

[canineluvz]

thinking about sharing an important stuffed animal with your f/o. maybe its a childhood toy of yours and youre giving it to them to comfort them, maybe you bought a new one specially for them, no matter how you came into possession of the stuffed animal you give it to them to show them you care, to help them feel safe when you cant make them feel safe, for them to hold when they cant hold you. its a gift for them to hold onto for however long they need

#thinking about ciel #obviously #i have a toy i love so much and im thinking about giving it to him as a gift when our parents sent me away #ciel never lost it somehow #it’s special to us #♡ canineluvz imagine #self ship #self shipping #selfship #f/o #fictional other #familial f/o #romantic f/o #platonic f/o #proship selfship #proselfship #proship friendly

[doromoni]

Burnt pan shenanigans | CL16

Charles Leclerc x chef! reader

warnings : slight cursing

genre : fluff

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Summary : Charles is “secretly” crushing on the famous celebrity chef … maybe a little too much.

Y/N had no idea why a racing team had reached out to her proposing a collaboration. She for one couldn’t connect cooking or anything of her profession to the sport of high speed car racing. The vague email didn’t help either . Nevertheless, it had piqued her interest and had decided to keep in contact with the Formula 1 team , asking for more details of the project.

She is going to be featured as a special guest for Ferrari’s C2 challenge. Her task is to teach the 2 drivers on how to cook her favorite dish, blindfolded. The only problem was that she knew nothing about what a C2 challenge is and who the drivers where!

Deciding to actually do some form of research to avoid looking stupid and somehow show a professional front to the Ferrari drivers, Y/N had plopped herself on the couch laptop at hand, Y/N had then started to search the web and had clicked on the first video she had saw .

Not long after , her stomach had began to hurt from laughter as the driver , she now knew was named Charles confidently shout “ Chicken!” To what clearly was an emoji of a turkey.

One video turned to into two , and two became four. Without her knowing she had binged every episode of C2. What can you say? You were hooked — how can you not? The drivers are adorable.

“ Wow they are freakishly gorgeous” Y/N tilted her head as she stared at the two Ferrari drivers. They were both equally captivating in their own way but she can’t help but gravitate towards the other —The one with blue eyes, a dreamy smile and dazzling hair.

—

***

” once the side of the chicken gets to that delicate caramelized brown, and you can smell the aroma in the air — it means that it is seared and it’s time to flip it to the the other side! ”

Charles’ eyes never left the phone screen that was balancing on top of his kitchen island , his full attention on Y/N who gliding gracefully and looking so effortless as she cooked.

The sound of the smoke alarm blared through his apartment , snapping Charles away from his daydreaming; as puffs of smoke covered parts of his kitchen . Quickly closing the stove and turning off the fire alarm , for the 3rd time this month. Charles was really a lost case when it came to cooking.

A soft smile placed itself on his lips , as your voice continued to project from his phone. You made everything look so simple and easy , even Charles thought he could do it! He continued to watch the beautiful girl work— completely forgetting the burnt chicken that was still on the pan.

“What are you doing?” A male voice suddenly came from behind

“Juste ciel! You scared me!!” Charles exclaimed, scared for his life as he held his chest.

Turning around to see his Ferrari teammate, Carlos Sainz, folding in half as he cried from laughter, clutching his stomach . Charles continued to curse the Latino driver in the languages hr knew— throwing the kitchen towel to the man who was still giggling.

“Why are you even here Carlos?” Charles had asked seeing that his teammate started to gather himself together.

“Nancy wanted to make sure that you got her texts, since you are clueless by my arrival— when I texted you that I was coming, I assume you didn’t see her text. No?” Carlos said, wiping the remaining tear stains from his cheek.

picking up his phone , and saw that it was actually on do not disturb.

“She said that we are needed earlier than expected tomorrow, we’ll be filming a lengthy C2 Challenge.”

A groan escaped the Monegasque at the thought of another day filled with media and journalists. Racing was supposed to be just that , racing . Not reporters hounding them about their lives — to that rolled he had rolled his eyes . Ruffling his hair out of frustration,

“Oh, don’t groan , I think you’ll particularly like tomorrow “ There was a dubious grin present on the Spanish driver … He knows something that Charles did not.

“What is it Carlos? Tell me, come onnnnnn” Charles badgered.

“Just be early tomorrow~ you’ll be surprised! Hehehe. Ciao , charles~” and with that the Spaniard was out.

***

“WHAT?! Y/N L/N?! TODAY? Huh??” Shocked was an understatement to describe the Monegasque driver .

Ferrari and it’s team knew Charles’ little crush for the chef, and they decided to surprise him with her presence.

Still confused Charles spouted out questions to Nancy — their pr manager.

“What do you mean y/n will be in the C2 challenge?”

“Just that, Charles. Ms. Y/n was invited to host this week’s C2 Challenge”

“You’re not serious…. Right??” Charles was downright panicked. His emotions spilling everywhere— excitement, fear, worry, happiness … he was a mess, and the whole team was giggling amongst themselves.

“When will she arri—“ Charles was not able to finish his sentence, when he heard the voice that owned his admiration.

“Hi everyone! My name is Y/N ~ let’s enjoy our time together, yes?”

And at the sight of her smile , oh boy… Charles Leclerc was a goner.

A/N:

Im not sure if a part 2 is needed 😮‍💨 any thoughts? should I write a pt 2 or just leave it as a oneshot ?

#f1 #formula 1 #formula one #ferrari #charles leclerc #f1 imagine #cl16 x reader #cl16 x you #cl16 imagine #cl16 x y/n #cl16 #cl16 fluff #cl16 one shot #charles lechair #formula 1 fic #formula 1 fanfic

[yan-lorkai]

I have heard of yan ciel with a vampire s/o but what about yan vampire ciel with a human s/o ? Also gender neutral please:D

Ciel is a solitary vampire who found companionship in few individuals; in Sebastian, whom he never revealed the type of partnership he has with the man, in his human servants (they were people who touched his heart, individuals who lived through difficult situations, and whom he wanted to help). Despite being a creature that many consider to be of the darkness, Ciel had a good heart, even if he never showed it.

Perhaps you were a lost soul who came to the supposed abandoned Phantomhive mansion in search of knowledge; there was a vast collection of incredible and untouched books, as even thieves were afraid to enter. Or maybe you were just passing by, either way somehow you and Ciel crossed paths, and although your initial contact was turbulent, with the vampire suspecting all your intentions for being there, you became good friends and later lovers.

He has been alive for a long time, but Ciel is disconnected from humanity, disconnected from their efforts and struggles, and achievements, even disconnected from his own feelings. The only contact he has with humans is with his servants, and although they have enough freedom to joke and make fun of him without suffering any consequences, they still don't talk much about the world outside the mansion. Ciel knows that things have slowly evolved, society has changed, currency has changed, cultures have changed, but he still remained the same.

With time and patience from you, Ciel manages to evolve as well and begins to explore ways in which he feels comfortable expressing his love for you. He manages to regain the humanity he had lost so long ago, although his cheeks are painted red every time Sebastian dares to make a mocking comment.

As your lover, Ciel takes you for walks through the woods and streams around the mansion, the majority of them happening at night for obvious reasons. But sometimes, the last living Phantomhive transforms into a small bat and hides inside your pockets to accompany you during the day, napping, listening to the sounds of busy streets, merchants shouting, and children laughing as they run; being there for you in every situation, especially to protect you if something happens.

However, despite his newfound humanity being interesting, there are its bad sides. Sides that leave a bitter taste in Ciel's mouth; he hates his humanity when you fall ill or when you have a migraine, little and simple things like these remind him of how fragile and ephemeral you are compared to him, who is stuck in time, forever immortal without a chance to join you if the worst were to happen.

Whether you want it or not, Ciel would turn you into a vampire precisely because of this fear of his. He can't and won't lose you.

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

[animeyanderelover]

Hi! If requests are still open, may I request Sebastian Michaelis with an S/O (female or gn pronouns please) that's from our world? Like they somehow end up living/working at the phantomhive estate and they talk weird and make strange untasteful jokes (in HIS opinion) and they're kind of scared of him bc they know he's a demon but he doesn't know they know (at least not at first) and he just straight up wonders why he can't seduce them for info about them and gets frustrated about it? Thank you!

One week left until holidays!

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, stalking, manipulation, sabotage, mind games, abduction

S/o from this world resisting the demon butler

🐈‍⬛One has to wonder how someone like you manages to work under a bunch of freaks with extraordinary abilities whilst you sometimes are overstrained to do rather normal tasks with a certain utensil. Sebastian recruited people strong enough to protect his master and the estate, skilled soldiers and assassins. Ciel's peaked interest in you seems to steam from the fact that you possess a extended knowledge and good ideas which are helpful for his business. Otherwise he would have never hired you the day he found you standing in front of his manor completely lost. You're closed up about your past and most assume at first that you're a homeless and abandoned person.

🐈‍⬛Your lack of skills in fighting and defending yourself aside, you are still the most competent when it comes to the normal chores like cooking and laundry. Granted, you do struggle initially a bit but with help from Tanaka and, begrudgingly, Sebastian, you manage very well after a while. All the human servants welcome you quite warmly and even if you appear to be flustered, shy and even in awe at first, you warm up to them all fast and soon share a friendship with all of them. There seems to be this cautious side sometimes when you are with Ciel in one room, though Sebastian swears that he sees pity in your eyes when you look at him. In the household you soon become quite popular and with many of Ciel's aquaintances as well because you are very insightful and weirdly wise despite your young age.

🐈‍⬛So why are you so skittish around him? He overlooks all the activities of the household as the head of the servants, he offers you help if you need some and he actually compliments you for the fact that you don't burn the house down. Sebastian has an interest in you from the very start himself since your scent is intoxicating. The very first time he meets you, unprepared for your soul and smell, he forgets his act for a while and just stares at you for a couple of seconds before Ciel clears his throat and throws his spinning mind back to reality. This first slip-up is under his dignity and he knows that he didn't give you the best first impression by just creeping you out with his look. He plans to apologize and redeem himself, his curiosity spiked. The demon wants to get to know you better.

🐈‍⬛The only problem is that you dodge all of his attempts to get closer to you. You never go to him for help, instead search for anyone else even if the end result will be a burnt kitchen or a catastrophe with soap. Conversations he tries to have with you, you always cut short with the dumbest apologies you can spontanously think of. You avoid being alone with him in a room, usually sticking always with one of the other servants. At this rate it doesn't have to do anything with his probably rude stare when you two were first introduced to each other. No, Sebastian knows fear when he smells it. You are scared of him. You seem to shrink when his gaze lands on you, can't look him in his eyes and are tensed whenever he does manage to corner you somewhere.

🐈‍⬛Initially he is not opposed to the little chase or the fear. He loves a small challenge and just maybe he finds it sweet how intimidated you are by him. The demon loves himself a small challenge since he is rather used to get what he wants by seducing people with his beauty and skills. He sort of underestimates you at first, believes you'll fall eventually for the same trick. Without a doubt you are highly flustered when you suddenly find the demon flirting with you, a pure tease who has ever the subtle smug grin on his face when he picks up your bashful state. Sebastian starts using his influence, makes sure that all servants are busy when he corners you the next time to chat with you a bit or calls you over to assist him with something.

🐈‍⬛There is something else he wants to achieve with his constant attempts though. He wants to seduce you to get some information out of you. You probably have a gut feeling that Sebastian already has his suspicions and you are damn right with this. It isn’t an understatement to call you rather weird and quirky, things that of course only make you more intriguing in his eyes. Your past still remains a secret to everyone and so far you've only dropped very subtle hints about it. Ciel won't pester too much for now since you do your work well and as long as you don't work for someone else, he probably will let it slide. He is happy to have one human in here who can do their work good enough and your valuable opinions on certain topics are worth something to him.

🐈‍⬛Sebastian on the other hand isn't satisfied, he wants to really know you and your past. He just senses it that you hide something special. Your behavior sometimes just seems so off to him, the way you speak sometimes or the jokes you pull off sometimes which are in his opinion untasteful. When you're really relaxed around Finny, Bardroy and Mey Rin it even happens sometimes that a word or sentence spills from your lips which just earns you confused glances because no one knows what you just meant. The startled jolt going through your body never goes unnoticed by him nor the way you try instantly to brush it off and change th topic. You are definitely a human yet you are so different. Even Sebastian can't seem to figure you out completely. You remain a mystery even to him for now.

🐈‍⬛His patience and amusement slowly wears off the longer you resist his attempts and is replaced with a feeling of frustration taking over. It is maybe just the first time someone has been constantly rejecting him despite him trying actively to seduce them. To make things worse, you are so friendly and open around anyone else. This becomes an issue for the demon, especially since he acknowledges that he has a genuine and romantic interest in you. He seems to have found his mate in you yet you are all too eager to drop him and avoid him like he's some sort of illness. He feels actively hurt in his pride that you not only don't fall for his charms but prefer the company of the clumsy humans over his own. Sebastian is by all means not used to actually feeling jealous yet you push him to succumb to such a petty emotion.

🐈‍⬛He grows all of a sudden more possessive and far more manipulative all to have you more to himself. Physical departure from you torments him ever so slightly and the lack of attention you give him even more. He can't cause a rift in your friendship with the servants since he knows that his master will interfere if it affects the work you all have to do. Instead he makes sure that you just spend much more time with him whilst keeping everyone else busy. Small and insignificant things he could do with the snap of his finger alone, he suddenly wants you to help him. Conversations with your friends are cut short because he suddenly interferes, tasks your counterpart to do some work or demands your help for something. Everything you haven't mastered yet he suddenly insists to teach you until you have perfected said activity.

🐈‍⬛He freaks you out and your brain and stomach just tell you that he has something sinister in mind. The way his blood-red eyes always seem to follow you when you're in his field of vision, the small smiles he gives you which don't appear to be genuine, his lingering touches or the way he sometimes whispers things in your ear. It unsettles you and you literally feel like his eyes are on you even if you can't see him. Worst of all is that you feel like a part of him enjoys how much he frightens you, especially when he towers over you and prevents you from running away. His eyes look like he just wants to devour you in such moments and since you know what he really is, you wouldn't be too surprised if he might actually do it. Your growing anxiety leads you to staying in your room whenever you don't have any work to do, afraid you'll bump into him if you leave your blankets.

🐈‍⬛Should you leave this place and find a new job? A question that haunts your mind more and more the more overbearing and possessive Sebastian seems to grow. By now you know how to work and use everything in this life. The only reason why you ended up in front of the Phantomhive estate in the first place was because you didn't know what else to do and you also wanted to see characters you had only seen in Manga or Anime before. Sebastian legitimately terrifies you by now though, you regret your decision a bit. The scariest thing of all is that you have the feeling that he knows exactly what you're thinking about and you are afraid to even think about what he might do if he discovers your secrets. He's a demon with unknown powers and you don't have a clue what he's thinking about.

🐈‍⬛One night you suddenly wake up, fear dominating your whole body and a weird coldness seeping through the sheets. You're shaking terribly, eyes hastily shooting through every dark corner of your room as paranoia settles in. For some reason you feel like you can't stay in your room any longer, the air seems to downright suffocate you. You neglect any attempts to light up a candle as you hastily throw on some clothes and a coat, your mind hazy. You rush out of your room as fast as possible but even then your trembling doesn't cease. Instead every shadow, every sound in this mansion scares you only more and you nearly scream when you feel something cold brushing against your legs. There is only one thought in your head: You need to get out of this mansion! You somehow can't think about visiting Mey Rin and having her help you calm down nor can you think of anything else in that moment.

🐈‍⬛For some reason no one wakes up as soon as you rush out of the mansion, the hairs on your body standing up as you swear that you feel something right behind you, following you. You don't dare to look back, instead rushing only faster and faster until you're basically just running. Tears are pricking your eyes and your lungs start to hurt after a while yet you don't dare to slow down, afraid that that thing will catch you. Your senses are completely dominated by this hazy fear and halluzinations that you don't even notice that you're running down the nearly empty streets nor how you are slowly directed down an abandoned side street with a dead end. It is only when you face the dead end that the haze in your mind finally dissolves enough for you to think rationally again. Your memories from just now are blurry and you are irritated why exactly you winded up here. When you turn around to walk back to the mansion, your heart nearly drops down to your knees.

🐈‍⬛Blocking your way is the demon you've been dreading to face this entire time. A slight smirk is decorating his face as he seemingly stares into your soul with his glowing eyes. Your eyes dart behind him as you briefly wonder if you can move past him fast enough but one look into his devouring eyes again sniffs out that idea as you are reminded what he exactly is. The only thing you can do is pressing yourself tightly against the wall, flinching when he suddenly supports his weight against the wall to lean closer to you. One hand is resting right above your head, one right next to it as he lowers himself down to your height in a almost mocking way. The following seconds of silence that follow feel like a small eternity to you as your heart hammers against your chest.

🐈‍⬛You know what he is, don't you? The way your whole body jerks closer to the wall when you hear his question is confirmation enough for the demon. He has been suspecting it for a longer while now, almost expected it to be the case. There is something so incredibly satisfying to have you caged in like this right now as he takes in your scent and your warmth. A sadistic part of him also deeply enjoys the way you're shaking right now, knowing too well that you can't run away anymore. You've been avoiding him for too long now, you don't even know how much you frustrated him, do you? Your heart stops numerous times as he suddenly confesses to you in the darkest way possible, letting you in on the way your scent is heaven to him and how much he longs to have you with him all the time.

🐈‍⬛Your private space is completely ignored as he moves closer to you, fangs visible and his breath fawning your face. His eyes are basically hypnotizing you as you can't seem to tear your gaze away, the dark obsession swirling inside those glowing orbs making your stomach churn. You already know his secret, he wonders what yours is. Sebastian has never met someone like you who figured him long out before he could even figure out you. It's as frustrating as it is entertaining for him, he muses to himself as his one hand suddenly starts stroking your face. Since you already know him, he thought he could expose himself to you already. He is at this rate cooing at you in a sickenly sweet and mocking tone and your fear is wrecking you up at this point.

🐈‍⬛You don't have to tell him now what your secret is, he'll find out in the future for sure. After all, you two have all eternity together. Words that almost knock you down on your knees since you sense the worst by looking at his grinning expression. You can't even process when the demon suddenly grabs you by the back of your neck to force you into a sudden kiss with him yet you are fast enough to realize that he's holding back, couldn't resist the temptation of you though. The last thing you can really take in before you pass out is his face, gazing at you with a finally satisfied expression. The little chase is finally over and he has you where he always wanted you to be. By his side.

#yandere black butler #yandere kuroshitsuji #yandere sebastian #yandere sebastian michaelis

[bitter-rabbitholes]

BRO HEAR ME AOUT

After taking a short nap of almost 15 hours, I came up with an idea that is material for a fanfic scenario.

🥀Cielizzy hanahaki scenary 🥀

Lizzy who, faced with Ciel's rejections and indifference, begins to feel hurt and confused, beginning to question if she is more of a nuisance to Ciel than his beloved fiancée. And taking into account the revelation of her discovering the truth of Ciel who blatantly lied to her all this time. She realizes that Ciel does not love her and was nothing more than a fool in his eyes. (whether supernatural Magic or whatever) develops hanahaki disease, slowly getting sick, extinguishing Lizzy's happiness and sweetness

Ciel who always knew that Lizzy loves her brother and not him, Ciel who thinks that by revealing the truth Elizabeth will hate him. Ciel who, seeing that his lie was discovered, was heartbroken to see that his fear came true. Elizabeth chose to be with her brother and not HIM. Ciel who now knows that Lizzy is on her brother's side as she always should have been.

Ciel who somehow also develops hanahaki disease, Ciel who, although he was stubborn and a little stoic, still had that happy and loving side for his loved ones (thanks to Liz) Now with the illness he became more bitter and cynical, rarely showing himself to smile or be happy. Ciel who has already lost the small trace of light and happiness in his wounded heart

In this scenario, the disease does not kill them, it is just a painful ailment that always hurts the heart of the other. Both who always cough up small flowers of Myosotis when longing for each other's presence.

Both now think it was never meant to be💔🥀

(If no Cielizzy fan makes a fanfic about this then I will feel the need to try it because this idea is too good

oooh~✨ the hanahaki disease, i always liked that trope. and the forget-me-nots! is it because they don't want to forget their feelings for each other, or is it because they always want to be remembered by that person? I also like the idea of clovers since it's so symbolic of their childhood.

ohmygosh yeah, i always seen ciel and lizzy's feelings as always mutually unrequited, platonic or not. they care so much about each other, but never on the same wavelength. their self image is dependent on impressing each other, yet the two are so avoidant in confronting their feelings. theyre so pensive, so insecure whether their feelings are unrequited, that they end up believing it anyway.

and i like how you captured how they feel currently in the manga! ignoring their feelings as it chokes them, pretending they dont miss each other terribly. the story repeats over again that a narrative of love wont be fulfilled, but there's always this persisting, bittersweet connection between ciel and lizzy that they can't forget.

I don't know much about fan fiction, since im not really into it, but this was nice to read! You should definitely write it yourself! it's always fun creating for your interests, and if you think its a great idea, then go for it! and im sure any fans who see it will be excited for a new fanfic to read (*^ ^*)

#hiya!! #thanks for the ask! #i really enjoyed reading it (❁´◡`❁) #miriamladyvoid #kuro #cielizzy #o!ciel #elizabeth midford

[seekers-who-are-lovers]

The taunting: Undertaker

and Prince Soma

Some thoughts about Chapter 24: The Butler, Onstage and the “Book of Circus’”second episode because I am revisiting the arc due to the recent chapters.

If one is still baffled as to why Ciel Phantomhive decided to take on Undertaker’s challenge, one has to read the manga, too, in order to see the reasons Ciel did it. The “it” being the “payment” he bestowed on the mortician in order to gain more knowledge on the missing children and their connection to the travelling circus troupe. It lead to so many different speculations as to what exactly Ciel had really done. (Anyway, I have one that I incorporated to my head canon written on my fan fiction/interpretation later.)

The scenes and the manga caps reveal the sinister side of the mortician however. They are screaming at me for recognition how cruel Undertaker has been for rubbing this fact on Ciel’s face.

“In the underworld, you see dead children every day after all… You’re wellllll aware of that, aren’t you, Earl?”

We know how uncomfortable he is when dealing with Undertaker due to his odd manners.

It was a reminder that Ciel knew by heart. Ciel should have taken it as a hint, a red flag if you would, concerning Undertaker’s chosen words that somehow the mortician knew something about his abduction/incarceration. That should have planted the seeds of doubt on him. But thinking that the mortician was somehow a confidante of his father’s, he took it in stride.

Now, why was Ciel so desperate to accomplish the task? Look no further to Chapter 23. Ciel appointed Prince Soma as the caretaker of his townhouse in London after a chaos ensued. It happened at the end of the Indian Butler arc. Agni, was ready to turn himself in, atone for the sins he committed, prepared to do the right thing. But drastic measures hindered him to do what he wanted. It was a mix of comedic gags and violent measures from S admonishing the Indian butler would not only endanger Ciel’s standing in the society, but would also cause desperation to his own master, Prince Soma, if he was really imprisoned. It was also in the same chapter where Abberline found out the deal between the Phantomhives and the English royalty.

Ciel was impatient to return to the Manor. There was no good excuse to stay in London anymore when Prince Soma and Agni were staying there. He thought of the Indian prince’s petty insults of his height, his loneliness (no family members, no relatives and no friends to call), and his age. (Yes, Ciel had his aunt and cousins but he never bothered with them and the prince was not aware of it.) While Agni, who worshipped his master through and through, only looked on proudly at his ward thinking he was only giving advices as an older person imparting his knowledge to a much younger Ciel. Agni didn’t notice how uneasy this made the Earl. Agni is very much like a mother hen who spoils rotten their children, unaware of finding what is wrong.

There lies Ciel’s pride, who refuses to depend on any human being. He, who lost his family, must not rely on someone else’s assurance for support as they have their own personal aims. He was determined to do it on his own. That’s why it was understandable that the young aristocrat was eager to solve the missing children’s case in whatever form.

That, later, Undertaker also highlighted this dependence on his butler.

The anime version omitted these parts from the manga and left that tension courtesy of Undertaker alone.

This is the reason he decided on taking the challenge by himself. He had enough of the sarcastic remarks he received from the prince and the mortician. He wanted them to see him as a person, not a mere immature child, capable of making decisions and accomplishing tasks relegated to him by the Queen as her Watchdog. He wanted them to see him as their equal, despite his young age and diminutiveness, worthy of respect. Most of all, as an avid chess player, by not needing anyone he only regarded them as his pawns.

And boy, how wrong he was.

#kuroshitsuji #black butler #sebastian michaelis #ciel phantomhive #yana toboso #undertaker! #undertaker #prince soma #chapter 23 #chapter 24 #kuroshitsuji: book of circus #wall of t e x t #kuroshitsuji meta #kuroshitsuji analysis

[theimperialnuisance]

FFXIV Write 2023 || FFXIV Write info\\Prompt list\\Character info \\Master post ||

Prompt 20: Hamper

 to hinder or impede in moving, progressing, or acting

Character(s): Ciel Fyth, Malek Fyth (belonging to @holy-halone) Cw: none Word count: 765 Notes: Woo! I finally did a prompt with Ciel! This was literally the first thing I thought of when I saw this word :3 I plan to go back and clean it up as this is just the first draft but I wanted to submit what I had since I finished before the deadline. Set around pre-arr timeline! Enjoy <3

When morning arrived, the rainfall had stopped. 

The Fyth siblings were eager to continue their journey through the Shroud, their progress no longer hindered by the violent thunderstorm that had forced them to camp out in the shelter of an old stable the night before. Ciel hadn’t been too enthused to do that as he was never a fan of loud storms but his older brother knew exactly what to do to keep him calm and distracted so that sleep was easy to come by.

With the sun rising again in a clear blue sky, Ciel was back in high spirits. He hummed happily, a few paces ahead of his brother who was occupied with trying to find any sort of sign they were heading in the right direction. Malek didn’t want to admit it out loud but he somehow managed to get them both way off course in his inner panic to find shelter when the storm had suddenly rolled in. The torrent of rain made it difficult to see so Malek picked a direction and ran, hoping to get lucky. Now that it was daylight, he realized with a pang of frustration, they backtracked quite a bit. Gridania hadn’t been too far the last time he had checked a map--if they kept heading north, they were bound to see something familiar. 

Malek had just hoped nothing else would prevent their progress nor that his brother would catch on to the fact they may or may not be lost (he really ought to buy a map of the area one of these days). Though even if he knew, the younger didn’t seem to mind it as he continued to bounce along the trail and soak in the sun. 

“Ah!” Ciel l came to a sudden halt, his ears flickering a bit. “I hear running water! The river!” He practically skipped forward in eagerness and Malek had to jog a little to keep up. The river meant they were nearly there which brought relief to the older sibling–they hadn’t gone too far off course like he thought they had. 

His younger brother came to a stop at the rock, looking at the water and then turning back to his older brother with an eager smile, bouncing on his toes. Malek came to a stop next to him and looking at water below with a frown. 

“That’s just great,” Malek huffed as he placed one hand on his hip, and carded the other one through his hair in annoyance. The rainfall had caused the river to rise significantly and there was no sign of a bridge to cross which meant that somehow, the aftermath of the storm still managed to hamper the way forward. “We’ll have to find another way across.” 

“That’s okay!” Ciel turned, smiling brightly at his brother. “We can just swim across!” He didn’t wait for Malek to answer the question before slipping off with the intention to dive into the rushing river. 

“Hold on,” Malek was quick to catch him, practiced hands reaching out to grab the back of his younger brother’s hood in order to hold him back. “There is no way we are swimming across that,” he pointed at the water to emphasize his point. “Do you see how quickly that water is moving? You’re going to get pulled under, even if you are a strong swimmer.” 

“Oh.” Ciel blinked, turning to face his brother with a quizzical look. “Then do we wait another day before continuing on? So long as it doesn’t rain again, I think the water level should go down enough to cross safely…” 

Malek didn’t reply right away as his gaze searched the trees nearby, landing on one that had fallen off its stump–most likely due to getting struck by lightning the night before. How convenient. Malek smiled to himself in victory and wordlessly made his way over to the tree. “Ciel, think you could use a little wind magic to get this thing over the river?” 

Ciel perked up, pulled from his distracted mutterings to himself, mismatched eyes gazing at his brother in innocent curiosity before landing on the fallen log that Malek was still staring at. A smile spread across his face as he pulled out his white mage staff. “Happy to!” 

With the log positioned over the riverbank, Malek and Ciel were able to cross and continue forward, their surroundings slowly becoming more familiar to the older sibling. Gridania wasn’t too far now, they’d reach the City-State by mid-day. He found himself humming quietly along with his brother, finally at ease. 

#ffxivwrite2023 #ffxivwrite #day 20 #final fantasy xiv #Ciel fyth #ffxiv viera #pre-arr #ffxiv #the fyth siblings #nico writes #there were no deep rivers in the shroud #so I had to improvise XD

[lizzybeth1986]

Character Playlist: Hayden Young

I realised this year that even though Hayden's was the first appreciation week I'd ever organised, I had never gotten around to creating my own playlist for them. And I've always had songs I associate with them...so I figured now would be the best time to compile them!!

Most of them deal with similar themes of self-discovery and love - both themes I find in abundance in Hayden's story. There are three foreign-language songs, for which I'll attach the translations - one Hindi, one French and one Japanese.

Tagging @haydenyoungappreciationweek and @sazanes for HYAW Day 1: Indescribable! Find the Spotify list here!

On a Day Like Today - Bryan Adams

On a day like today the whole world could change

The sun's gonna shine, shine thru the rain

On a day like today no one complains

Free to be pure, free to be sane

In the Lap of the Gods (Revisited) - Queen

No beginning, there's no ending

There's no meaning in my pretending

Believe me, life goes on and on and

Forgive me when I ask you where do I belong

Indescribable - Olivia Broadfield

Too indescribable

I've got to think it over

When you kiss me like that.

Too indescribable

I've got a sinking feeling,

I don't like where this is at.

It's My Life - Bon Jovi

This ain't a song for the broken-hearted

No silent prayer for faith-departed

And I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd

You're gonna hear my voice when I shout it out loud...

All the King's Horses - Karmina

There is a reason I'm still standing

I never knew if I'd be landing

And I will run fast, outlast

everyone that said no...

Safar - Masala Coffee

Duniya ik kitaab, padhna hai pura

The world is a book; I will read every page of it.

Raahi hoon main hamesha...

I am a traveller, I have always been...

Nayi duniya nayi ruhan

New worlds...new souls...

Rahat har raah deti hai

Every road gives me solace

Safar hai takhti musafir ki

The voyage awaits its voyager

Manzil ki parwah kahaan...

Who cares where the destination is!

Lyrics and Translation

What was I Made For - Billie Eilish

Think I forgot how to be happy

Something I'm not, but something I can be

Something I wait for

Something I'm made for

Alone Part II - Alan Walker, Ava Max

We all need that someone

who gets you like no one else

Right when you need it the most

We all need a soul to rely on

A shoulder to cry on

A friend through the highs and the lows

I'm not gonna make it alone

anatomy - kenzie

It's just anatomy, you're only half of me

And still, you don't know me at all

You've been my missing piece, so why aren't you missing me?

Guess I meant less than I thought

(while the original context of this song was about the singer's feelings about her father's abandonment of their family, I thought the lines worked well for a Hayden thinking about a parent that didn't exist 😞)

Sun - Sleeping At Last

Our once barren world now brims with life

That we may fall in love

Every time we open up our eyes

I guess space, and time

Takes violent things, angry things

And makes them kind

Dernière Danse - Indila

Je remue le ciel le jour, la nuit

I move mountains, day and night

Je danse avec le vent la pluie

I dance with the wind the rain

Un peu d'amour, un brin de miel

A little love, a bit of honey

Et je danse, danse, danse, danse, danse, danse

And I dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance

Et dans le bruit, je cours et j'ai peur

And in the noise, I run and I'm scared

Est ce mon tour

Is it my turn?

Vient la douleur

Here comes the pain

Dans tout Paris, je m’abandonne

Throughout Paris, I abandon myself

Et je m'envole, vole, vole, vole, vole

And I fly, fly, fly, fly, fly

Lyrics and Translation

Then You Look At Me - Celine Dion

Day by day

I find my way

Look for the soul and the meaning

Then you look at me

And I always see

What I have been searching for

I'm lost as can be

Then you look at me

And I am not lost anymore

orion - Kenshi Yonezu

Even in dreams, my heart is somehow never at its best—

So don't bother worrying... about my grievances and tears.

Pulling a string from my unraveling sweater, I constantly tried to weave a constellation,

Using our fingers as the stars.

It ended up so terribly haphazard that we both had to laugh!

If you were truly there with me in that moment... that's more than enough

Lyrics and Translation

You Gotta Be - Des'ree

Listen as your day unfolds

Challenge what the future holds

Try and keep your head up to the sky

Lovers, they may cause you tears

Go ahead, release your fears

Stand up and be counted

Don't be ashamed to cry

#hayden young #perfect match #haydenyoungappreciationweek #HYAW #HYAW 2023 #HYAW Day 1 #HYAW Day 1: Indescribable #lizzybeth1986 #content: playlist

[riahlynn101]

"A Facade of Indifference."

Summary: Undertaker has had many identities, but Cedric K. Ros will forever be his favorite.

Trigger warnings: nothing is super explicit, but there are mentions of canonical character deaths. One of which includes a child.

A/N: For this story - O!Ciel = Fenian, R!Ciel = Ciel

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In his long life, Undertaker has gone by many names. 

His original name, lost to time and memories he’d do anything not to recall. 

136649, the number assigned to him by the higher ups. 

Silver fox, by his coworker. 

But truly, his favorite name, the only name that has ever mattered to him, was Cedric K. Ross. 

He’d introduced himself as such to Claudia Phantomhive, flustered by her beauty and wit. The name was less a clever pun on his end, and more a scramble to tell the beautiful debutante something, anything so she didn’t think him daft. 

It had been-at that point-close to twenty years since he had destroyed Shinigami headquarters. Occasionally he’d catch a glimpse of a death scythe, and he’d have to stop what he was doing to duck into a shop. Quite annoying, but headquarters hadn’t really made an effort to come collect him. If he knew better, Cedric might have said that they were scared of him. 

But, still, it didn’t hurt to keep a low profile.

Getting married to a noble was the exact opposite of that. The queen’s watchdog, at that. His hatred for the hag knows no bounds. Ironically, her audacity also knows no bounds. So, maybe it balances out. Somehow. 

Marrying into the Phantomhive family is akin to signing your own death certificate. It’s dangerous and deadly, and Claudia tells him over and over that she won’t resent him for leaving. That she would forgive him everything if he didn’t want to risk his life. 

But Cedric never cared much for living anyway. 

They wed, and barely a year later, Vincent was born.

Holding his son for the first time (and really all the times after that) was an experience he looks back on with a gentle sort of fondness. And that fondness only grew tenfold as his boy grew older. 

And then, two years later, in the middle of January, his daughter was born. Francis took more after him in looks than her mother, but she was still undeniably Claudia’s daughter. From the time she could speak, she was ordering her brother to behave. Her strength and courage, which grew day by day, made his heart swell with pride. He did everything in his power to encourage her, including giving her fencing lessons (which his dear wife had not been entirely pleased with).

There’s no words to describe how much he loved his family. 

And that, that love, made him worry.

Love is a weakness his higher-ups might use against him. The idea of his clever, beautiful Claudia, and their two (still young) children being harmed, made panic well up inside him. He couldn’t let that happen. 

He wouldn’t allow that to happen. 

So, he left them. 

Claudia was the sole breadwinner anyway, and the children had Tanaka to tend to them. He left only a note behind, making a vague excuse as to why he had to leave them. 

He left England behind, choosing to travel the world. Cedric fights the urge to return to his family, to check in on them. He celebrates each of their birthdays and his and Claudia’s anniversary with a baked good. 

Life wasn’t great then, he missed his family so much it physically hurt, but it was for the best he stayed away. 

And then, while in the middle of a trip to France, he got news of Claudia’s death. 

Cedric had known loss long before that moment. Before becoming a grim reaper and long after. It was hard coded into his very being, the knowledge of life and death.

But it wasn’t until that moment that he understood the grief that comes with that very same loss. That all encompassing, suffocating feeling of heaviness. Of loneliness. 

Of the hard, cold truth, that his decision to leave his family might have, in the end, been the very thing to damn them. 

He returned to England, but not as Cedric, father of Vincent and Francis Phantomhive. No, that wouldn’t do. How could he call himself their father when he was the very reason their mother was dead. 

Cedric kept to the shadows, tinkering with life and death itself. He watched with an aching heart, as his son became earl. The Queen’s Watchdog just like his mother before him.

But Cedric has never been one to be content with simply watching, so he crafted an identity. One that fit his morbid curiosity with all things death. 

The Undertaker. 

His hair-which he neglected in the months following Claudia’s death-hide his face, his identity. He works his way into his son’s graces by offering up information, and soon Cedric Undertaker found himself among the Phantomhives’ closest associates. 

His children didn’t recognize him, or at least were excellent at pretending they didn’t. It hurt, a little, but he was content with finally seeing them in-person. Alive and well.

Francis married first. Thankfully out of the Phantomhive line, but still under the queen’s immediate demand. Alexis-for all his faults-seemed nice enough, and he was hopelessly in love with her. And she-in return-was just as in love with him.

And, while it was hard watching his daughter get married, the pure happiness she radiated put his wary mind at ease. 

Her happiness only grew when she gave birth to Edward. His first grandchild, though he wasn’t allowed to share in the joy of the new arrival. Not because Francis didn’t trust him, no not at all. He….just couldn’t bring himself to hold something so precious and small and-

Elizabeth was born a few years later, just as small, just as precious as her brother before.

Vincent married second, to a beautiful but sickly young woman, Rachel. By then, Undertaker was used to his new identity. He grew close to his son, but maintained just enough distance for plausible deniability. 

When Rachel fell pregnant, his son shared his worries with him. His usual cocky, confident persona fell away, showing all the hurt Cedric left behind. 

It seemed, even with Tanaka and Claudia, his son (and most probably his daughter) needed him. He vowed to be a better father, a better grandfather even if it was from the shadows, under a different name. 

The twins were born a few months later. Both somehow even tinier than their cousins. This time, though, he pushed all his worries aside to hold one of the twins. 

Ciel and Fenian. One and the same. But Ciel-older than his brother by a mere five minutes-was announced the heir to the Phantomhive name. 

Meanwhile, Fenian-who didn’t seem to cry as loud as his brother-was pushed into his arms. His pathetic attempts at crying out instantly ceased. Big blue eyes, just like Lady Rachel’s, stared up at him. 

Then and there, he made another vow, a promise. To protect his grandchildren no matter what. To preserve their innocence and curiosity.

His grandchildren grew quickly. The twins-mirror images of one another-became harder and harder to tell apart. At least, for most people. 

For him, though, it was extremely easy to pick apart who was who. 

Ciel reminded him of Vincent - sharp features that he would no doubt grow into, a silver tongue, and an intelligence that rivaled most adults. He embodied what an heir of Phantomhive should be. 

And little Fenian. All soft features and big eyes. He took more after his mother's side, particularly her red haired sister (Angeline, if he remembered correctly). He inherited his mother’s sickness, and his aunt’s painful shyness and bookishness. Only his love for chess and his physical appearance being so similar to his brother’s denoted him as a Phantomhive. 

But the character he crafted shouldn’t care that the twins are two separate people. The Phantomhive family is a blob of faceless members, all tied together by either blood, a last name, or both.

He kept up the facade of indifference, not caring to differentiate between the twins out loud. But, in his head, while reading them a book, or holding the blanket in place so they could have their photo taken, he couldn’t help but refer to each of them by name. 

And then, the massacre happened. 

He wept for hours, over the broken, ruined remains of the estate. His son and daughter-in-law were nothing but ash by the time he could rummage through the wreckage. The twins were gone too, though most likely still alive. 

He didn’t know if that was a good thing. 

He packed his wagon with all the bodies that weren’t horrifically burnt. A project he’d been working on needed more test subjects.

Undertaker spends the next few weeks working day and night to find the twins. Reports of children’s bodies being dumped on the sides of roads come flooding in, but

no one does a single thing.

The queen, with her bleeding heart, that she just loved to wax poetic about, does nothing. 

He traced the reports back to a cathedral. The building was old and worn, likely abandoned by the church years ago. Shinigami stand around, watching the building. They chat idly among themselves, as if the most depraved actions aren’t being done to the children inside. 

That apathy, the disconnect from the pain and suffering, was one thing Undertaker would never miss from his days in retrieval. 

But them being there meant he couldn’t burst in and save them. If even one recognized him, then it would be game over. No one else would be coming to save the twins. The police refused to act, even with the amount of evidence Undertaker sent them (under a different name, of course), and their family was in shambles. 

Unfortunately, by the time he could sneak past, it was already too late. 

Ciel was dead, soul gone. And Fenian’s soul was damned, signed over to the leeches of leeches, a demon. 

He saved his grandson’s body, carrying him from the burning wreckage of the cathedral. Blood and grime clinging to him like a second skin. 

Fenian became Ciel, and was crowned earl of the house of Phantomhive. Her majesty either not noticing or caring enough, made the traumatized ten-and-a-half-year-old her watchdog. 

The only thing Undertaker hated more than her, was the demon slowly eating away at his grandson’s soul. Not his physical soul, of course, that bit would come later. But his spirit, his kindness and generosity. The hope and child-like spark in his one uncovered eye. 

It pained him, but he had a character to play and a plan to see through. If all went well, the demon wouldn’t be bothering Fenian for long. 

He offered up information when prompted, though he never made it easy. It’s surprisingly easy to annoy the little earl, but it’s a necessary evil to ensure neither the demon, nor his grandson suspect him of anything. 

It worked. Maybe a little too well, because the look his grandson sent him could only be described as betrayed. 

 His heart clenched painfully in his chest. How much trust had the little Phantomhive put in him? 

Too much, was the answer. And somehow, not enough.

His plan went awry. Everything became jumbled, snowballing until he’s watching Fenian plummet thirty feet downwards. His mourning chain, the one containing the last remaining piece of his Claudia (of his friends murdered in cold blood by her royal highness). Through the chaos the little earl and he made eye contact.

For a singular moment, he was back in the nursery, holding his grandson. Little Fenian, who was never supposed to amount to much. Tiny and sickly and a pale comparison to his already more lively older brother. Eyes of bright blue that once held hope and promise. 

Eyes that now stare up at him in fear, yes, but also in acute curiosity, locked on his mourning chain. 

He allows the little Phantomhive to take it. It’s his greatest treasure, but he’s sure his grandson will take excellent care of it. Besides, isn’t passing things down what a grandparent’s supposed to do? And he isn’t much worried about losing it anyway, after all, he’s quite certain that they’ll be meeting again very soon.

#cross posted on ao3 #black butler fanfiction #ciel and undertaker #Undertaker is Cedric K. Ros

[primevein]

The Prime of His Youth: Book III: Prometheus' Gift: Ch04: Japheth

The only one who was driving was Bulkhead, because of his cargo. Jack was walking next to Miko. Arcee, Sirenia, Arcelia, and Roxana were trailing behind, letting them set their own pace with their new legs in their new bodies.

"You probably think going for a hike is a good thing?" Miko asked.

"I... honestly don't know how Cybertronians work." Jack replied, "But apparently they... we... can pass out for thousands of years without any problems."

Arcelia stepped up beside them, "Critical Stasis." she stated. "Energon usage is dropped to a minimum, allowing a normal Energon supply to last almost indefinitiely." she stated. "They will normally require medical treatment to return to activity."

Roxana stepped up into the empty space beside Sirenia, "So?" she asked.

Sirenia shook her head for a moment before focusing on her. "Hm?" she asked.

"No regrets?" Roxana said with a brilliant smile, and Sirenia blushed and looked away. "I don't mean it that way." she said, and paused, "Okay, I do, but I don't. You were always so lost, but now... I won't say driven ... but... consistency?" she asked. "Like you finally have ground under your feet."

"I will remind you I'm a flyer." Sirenia pleaded.

"You seem happier floating along behind him then you ever were flying on your own?" Roxana asked.

"Okay, I admit it!" Sirenia shouted, and nervously looked about as everyone looked at her. "I..." she more quietly said.

"Who says it's a bad thing?" Roxana said with glee.

"But you?.." Sirenia asked.

"I am enjoying this as much as you are." Roxana nearly squealed. "But, I don't think I need it as much as you do."

"Why do you have to harass me?" Sirenia asked.

"Who says I'm harassing you?" Roxana asked. "I'm as happy for you as I seem."

"You're always smiling." Sirenia admonished.

"Not always." Roxana said, "More cheerful than most, but I only smile when there is something to smile about."

"You're always smiling!" Sirenia admonished, and then looked about as everyone looked at her.

"I'm always smiling." Roxana stated, "But only smile when there is something to smile about. What's the answer?" Sirenia gave her a pouting glare. "I'm happy because you are happy. I'm happy because Ciel is happy. I'm happy because Jack is honestly happy to have me around, and has no problem showing it."

"And June?" Sirenia asked.

"Oh, my Primes, she is so precious." Roxana stated, and clutched her left hand over her spark chambre. Sirenia smiled at her, "But so are you." Sirenia pouted and blushed. "Oh, come on, you're like a precious jewel."

"Is that all I am?" Sirenia asked, and Arcee moved up beside them.

"Have you seen how Humans treat their pets?" Arcee asked, "Lots of headpats."

"I love his headpats." Roxana interjected.

"Lots of love and affection and cooing." Arcee continued.

"I can't tell if you are being sarcastic?" Roxana voiced.

"I know." Arcee stated, "I get that a lot. The only one that can always tell the difference is Jack." She paused, leaving a pregnant silence as the other femmes earnestly waited on every moment, "I'm serious." The other two let out shocked gasps, "It took me a lot of getting used to. If you haven't noticed, affection isn't my strong suit. But, that's not the same for Jack and June."

"She does demand that we eat with her." Sirenia said. "Even if we can't eat, it was still... indescribable."

"I'm so jealous!" Roxana explained.

"Oh, don't worry," Arcee salaciously said to her, "we have plans for you."

"I'm weak at the knees." Roxana giddily stated, and nearly stumbled.

"Is this going to change, now?" Sirenia asked.

Arcee leaned into them, "You were there."

"I have been thinking of names." Arcelia said to Jack. Jack looked at her, and Miko looked passed his considerable form towards her.

"Names?" Jack asked.

"You are a Prime." Arcelia said, somehow managing to be both a neutral business tone, and giddy at the same time.

"I honestly didn't..."

"Duh." Miko stated. "You never think about how great you are."

Jack tried to breathe in deeply, and then realized he didn't need to breathe. "Well... yeah... but..."

"No buts." Miko said to him, "Oh, and while we're at, not slapping my butt, like you do with the other fembots." Jack instantly slowed down enough to look at her butt without thinking about it. "Dude, no." she said.

Jack caught up and looked her in the eyes, "I have literally never thought about it before you brought it up."

"What, like, not once?" she asked, and Jack didn't reply. "Slagging liar."

"Okay, maybe... once..." Jack replied.

"Once?" Miko asked, and got no reply.

"Can we just drop it?" Jack asked.

"You're the one that brought it up"

"I was just trying to say that..." Jack said and trailed off. He then gave her a driven look.

"What?" Miko asked.

"I should spank you." Miko stated.

"Dude?" she asked.

"It's my right as a Prime." Jack half sarcastically stated.

"DUDE!" Miko stated, and looked at Arcelia, hoping for support.

"Hm?" Arcelia asked, as if there was any question about it, "I will support the Prime whom is also my master."

"Dude?" Miko accusingly asked.

"Dette." Arcelia replied.

"Dude?" Miko genuinely asked her, and Arcelia developed a brilliant smile.

"Following linguistic usage..." Arcelia tried to say.

"Slag..." Miko voiced.

"The appropriate distaff counterpart to Dude should be Dette."

"Like, from Dudette?" Miko asked.

"Precisely!" Arcelia gleefully exclaimed.

"I kind of like it." Miko replied, and Jack quietly sighed. "Oh, right?" Miko asked, and nodded her head to Jack.

"Japheth Prime." Arcelia said, both with extreme confidence, and extreme reticence.

"Japheth?" Jack asked, and paused, "I... I've heard that..."

"One of the three sons of Noah." Arcelia said with all of her spark. "The father of the Europeans. It means... Enlargement."

"How... apropos..." Jack stated. "I doubt anyone else is going to have a better idea."

A pregnant silence followed, as Arcelia thought she could feel her spark chambre begin to fracture. Jack stopped, and she did as well. He grabbed her hands, looked her deep in the eyes, and gave her a passionate kiss. He then looked to everyone else. "We now have a name!" He paused, and everyone hung on his words, "Japheth Prime." The others accepted it, without really understanding what it meant. That just made it even more powerful. But, the absolute best and worst was the fact that Sirenia looked like she was about to faint. Arcee was the first to notice, Roxana too busy swooning that she was a split second later. The two quickly caught Sirenia.

"So good you make fembots faint." Miko uttered.

* * *

The group was walking up the ramp.

"Dude!" Miko shouted, "We're still walking."

"By wheel, we're a Kilocycle away from the Star Bridge." Jack uttered. "Or is the Wrecker too good to walk?"

Miko huffed.

"Wreckers have to do what it takes." Bulkhead stated, "There's been times when my wheels were destroyed, and we had to fight a fighting withdrawal for over a cycle. We ran out of Energon for our blasters after a few millicycles. People with ammunition lasted a bit longer." He paused for a moment, "The only reason Miko couldn't is that she was Human..."

"Alright!" Miko shouted upwards, the sound echoing up and down the ramp. "I get it!"

Jack let himself fall a few steps behind her. He turned around to Sirenia and twirled his finger above his head. She gave him a shocked, confused look. He gave her a certain look in reply. She steeled herself and jumped up into the air, transforming into a helicopter.

Miko nearly jumped out of her mesh. She caught her balanced and turned around to look at her. She had a ferocious look for a moment. A moment later it turned into a smile, and she nodded her head at Sirenia. She was caught up in the joy that she just hovered in her helicopter form.

* * *

The group reached the top of the spiraling ramp. Unsure of how much time had passed, though it seemed days. Jack kept thinking it couldn't be, he couldn't have walked straight for days, could it? It didn't seem like it had been days, but the clock showed it was more than a cycle.

"What do we do now, boss?" Miko asked.

"I have this nagging feeling that we should stop for... you know... but... it doesn't..." Japheth stated.

"Big-scary Prime realizes he doesn't need to sleep anymore." Miko replied.

"Like you aren't going to miss cuddling with Bulkhead." Japheth said to her. She glared at him, but could not refute it.

Smokescreen walked up to them, "You made it." he cheerfully said.

#transformers #prime #the prime of his youth #darcee #jack darby #arcee

[dearestaeneas]

The Circus of Heaven

word count: 995

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I lied when you asked if we knew each other. Maybe that was the wrong thing to do. 

It was September when you came to town. It was as if God Himself brought you to me: I can still see the way the tents seemed to glow against the sky.

Did you ever see the sun? As I sit here, in a desperate attempt at thinking of only you, my attention is being stolen. You were here for months, and yet I cannot seem to remember a time during that period in which the air itself didn’t didn’t crush our chests like a breath held too long. If only the sky could open…

Le Cirque du Ciel. The Circus of Heaven.

I’d been scared to go alone. Mother told me it was a breeding ground for sinful temptation, especially for a proper young lady such as myself, and I fear she may have been right.

There are no mountains here. I doubt I shall ever see the horizon jagged and cut by pure stone. But that night, I saw snow white peaks pierce into the night and tear viciously away at the heavens. Despite the lack of visible lighting, the entrance somehow appeared fully illuminated, the gold detailing of the canvas glinting as if reflection were a one-sided business. Imagine my surprise, then, when I crossed into your world. My vision swam with the brightest shades of blues and pinks and yellows! Music and laughter reached my ears immediately, calling my attention to the simple fact that only a few paces back, the world was silent.

Stalls upon stalls of foods I’d never seen before lined my path, only occasionally broken by stalls in which men shouted at passersby to test their skills while spreading their hands toward a wall of plush toys, cut flowers, cheap jewelry, and the like.

“For you,” a voice purred behind me. He leant over the side of his stall, a white rose held out. I accepted, holding the flower close to my heart. I opened my mouth to thank him, interrupted by a heavily accented voice shouting, “The show is about to begin!” “Wouldn’t want to be late.” The man whispered, a smile spreading across his face. His cheeks stretched, the grin growing wider and wider.

Too wide.

I lost myself in a sea of bodies bustling toward a tent I remember thinking couldn’t possibly hold all of us. As the flow continued I found myself dropped into a seat, figures around me sinking into their respective places like dominoes. The dust settled, and there was…you.

A hush fell over the audience as you stepped forward, red chiffon falling from your outstretched hands. Yards and yards of it pooled at your feet until finally the fabric gave way to a thick fluid. I gasped as my hand searched for the man beside me, closing around his arm. He turned toward me slowly, a wide grin in danger of splitting his face in two. I froze, helpless as his opposite hand rose to gently remove my grip, lifting one finger at a time from his bicep. When he’d finished, he raised a finger to his mouth as if to shush me before looking forward again. I could have sworn I saw tears well up in his eyes.

I looked back at you, my body shaking. Your hands were stained red, and you smiled.

A real, genuine smile.

My breath caught in my throat as you winked, beyond exaggerated and playful. You stepped onto a dais, thrusting your hands into the air. Blood trickled down your arms, the movement causing a spray to arc above you. Red droplets sparkled like rubies, hanging in the air. The world froze, and after several seconds, you let your arms fall, the rubies still above you. You held your arms out, smiling wide as you bowed. In unison, the audience stood and clapped furiously. I scrambled to my feet, joining in the applause.

Suddenly, I was the only person left standing. I looked around frantically, realizing my seat had been taken. When I looked back to you, your hand was outstretched. Grinning faces turned expectantly in my direction. I stepped toward you slowly, taking in your every detail.

Dark hair pinned up, loose curls brushing against your jawline. Long, slender neck. Mischievous smile punctuated with wide dimples. Small, delicate hands, wet. Dripping.

I accepted your hand and we danced. Scarlet light splashed over us as you spun me. In a flash, I took control of the movement and dipped you, delighting in the visible surprise on your face. I fought the giggles bubbling up in my chest as your confusion gave way to laughter. I didn’t hear it at first over the uproarious applause

until they joined you.

Rain finally fell.

Thick drops plopped onto the back of my head, oozing through my hair before dripping, filtered, onto your face. Your laughter turned to a cackle, the noise in the tent becoming unbearable. My arms began to shake, pressure rising in my throat. You must have seen the tears in my eyes.

It was silent again. You straightened, tilting your head as you looked at me, sympathy and confusion mingled in your eyes. You brushed the wet hair from mine. I didn’t have to look around to know we were alone now.

You led me out of the tent, down vacant aisles. Reaching into empty stalls, handing me flowers and caramel apples. You tried your best to comfort me, and I’m afraid to admit it worked.

You walked me to the entrance, our fingers interlocked. “You could come with me,” I whispered, but you shook your head. When we stopped and I turned to face you, you kissed me. It was my first.

After I lied, you said goodbye. As I stepped into the real world, I looked back. You smiled.

The circus was gone. And I was alone, your blood running down my neck.

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Can you do the prompt cottage for Doll x Our Ciel ?

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A couple of a man and woman walk arm linked to arm along the dirt path, the night consuming their vision but they giggle and walk along either way. The gentleman stepped forward and opened a door of the cottage they walk to with a grin, the woman giggles and pulls him inside when she walks in.

The second the door was shut, after a moment of silence, screams of terror and pain beckons out as banging happens against the door much to no one's rescue.

"Murders within a town?"

The young Earl look up to the man dressed in black, the second Earl of youth laying in the bed beside him. Sebastian nods and continues, "They supposedly take place in Dublin's countryside. No police reports were made nor any press created." The weaker twin of the two sat up slowly and speaks, "Then how are we summoned to this case? Is it in favor of the Queen?" "Not this time."

The twins look at each other before looking back to Sebastian, who hands his master a letter with a odd seal he never seen before.

The Earl, lost within his title and name, wanders up the street in cover before hurrying to a male with long silver hair dressed in fine clothes. The man look up, grey eyes clashing with the lone blue.

"Ah, I see you got the letter." "Why are you asking me and Ciel to investigate a unaware murder in Dublin? All you know there is no murders to begin with."

Charles Grey tsked a sigh and walks in the gardens, the small following like a dog. Once beside some roses, he speaks, "I received a letter a few nights ago from a lad I went to Weston with. He was a bright eye noble with a good name and spirit. His letter, however, mentioned he was running away from home to a area in Dublin's countryside with some maiden brothel's owner's daughter to elope. In this letter he mentioned the area was somehow a secret place for lovers run and be wedded."

Ciel look at him confused, "An eloping spot? And you suspect murder?" "He failed to return home. Which I would've guessed since he's eloping with a girl no one would approve of. But even I haven't gotten a letter on it. Upon me going to this location, I was shunned away. And me and Phipps took a look in this small investigation, there we found many people of different ranks who went to this location never returned."

Hmm... A secret location where people elope never returning...

"You want me and Ciel to look into it?" The Queen's loyal butler plucks a rose and sniffs it, losing his fingers' grip he watch it fall to the floor unwavered. With a grim voice he speaks, "If anyone could do this justice, it would be the Queen's little pups that guard London's sickest Hell."

The sounds of some sort of dripping and a wheeze of a pump fills the room as long black finger nails tap a needle's head before it goes into pale flesh that turn a flush tone fast. Undertaker sits by his master loyally as Doll stands by the bed's other side staring at the blood within the glass container.

Ever since the events and effects of the two Phantomhives meeting again and fighting tooth and nail with one another, they found a ground. They both had a goal to fix, find those who caused their terrible memories and bring justice to each other. After fixing the damage Ciel, or as some preferred as Sirius still after it all when addressing him, caused for his baby brother, the two began to work on the shared title of Earl Phantomhive and the Queen's Guard Dogs. On many occasions the twins swap places of their names to attend a party or do a piece of work, Ciel took back his Funtom company and has been working hard still, the engagement of Lady Elizabeth Midford was place on hold for the now and neither boys have went to the world outside the manor that much. As for Doll, Sirius' very good donor helper from the F.O.L. Orphanage, she was captured by Snake and Finny, two workers of Ciel's staff, and forced to stay beside her Lord until he says she's free to go. Despite the still bickers of the brother and her.

The bedroom door creaked opened and the demon butler dressed in black and the small Lord he follows and listens to step in the room, the butler holding some papers. "I recon you got some words on the matter Young Earl?" Said Undertaker, his face cheeky. Sebastian showed the papers to the bed sheets to show what he had found in the forms of names and drawings of locations, "Heaven's Cottages is a secret valley of cottages placed in the deep countryside of Dublin Ireland, reports for those who hear of this place, more of people who went and returned, describe it as a couple get away that helps couples in search of elopement an escape of society. Two people who arrived to Heaven's Cottages and returned safe and sound talked about the two owners of the land helping them set up a small wedding of sorts. However, upon deeper look, the pattern of missing persons become very clear."

As the demon explained, Ciel glanced to Doll who look back at him, her face quickly twisting in a scowl, "What?" "Could you please leave? This is important matters-" "When do I listen to you?"

Lord, if storms can be made by the tension the two show when they glare at each other-

Sirius throat clear interrupts any angry bursts that may crack soon, "Not now you two."

The two humphed and turned away from each other.

As Sebastian poured the two nobles tea, they chatted more, "What shall we do with this case? Your condition seemed to have been getting worst due to the cold weather." Said Ciel, his eye now showing the worry Sirius must've felt all these years with his asthma. Sirius shrugs and sighs, "It has but it also gotten better. We can't ignore this case, it won't be fair to the families or dare I even say Grey since he asked for us special." "And it isn't like we could easily send someone in. Even with Sebastian or Undertaker, not knowing much what we're getting into is far more dangerous. Especially with your health lately."

As Ciel reached for one of Undertaker's well known biscuits, Doll reached over and snatched it in front of his eyes, earning a glare from the boy and a cackle of Undertaker. "The answer of the problem is simple me Lord," The two boys looked to the silver fox of a ex reaper with curious eyes, "You must go in guise as a eloper."

The very thought made Ciel's head spin.

Why in Hell would he need to pretend to be someone who's running away from their family to get married in a murdery cottage village?

What's worst, who the hell would even be the bride?

Ciel groaned into his cold hands, his cheeks and knuckles already flushed with the nippy autumn air. His less than his normal well tailored attire not helping in the case as he has only one of Sebastian's tail coats keeping him warm. "Why must this happen?" He cursed some as he tucked his hands in the coat's armpits in secret as the tall handsome devil dressed in black stand beside him snickering. "Come now Young Master," Said Sebastian, "You will be on holiday with your beloved at long last."

This earned a glare from his master in return. "She is not my beloved. Tell me again why it has to be me and her alone working this case?" He hissed, sneezing at the slight ping of stray cat fur hits his nose. Sebastian hummed with a grin as he answer the question in hand, "It seems easier for Miss Doll to be the one to make sure the Young Lord is safe and sound as he solves this case sooner than later. Besides, Lady Elizabeth wouldn't be able to help this case and we had no time to politely ask Mr Lau if we could borrow one of his kind female workers to help pretend to be the little Earl's bride, no?"

Before Ciel could snap at Sebastian again, a carriage rides up, catching their attentions. The doors open and Finny helps a woman out of the carriage. The young woman is dressed in a fine silk robin blue dress with a high white lacy and robin blue neckline of buttons coated in silver, soft white Engageantes with frilly white lace pokes out the somewhat puffed sleeves, the skirt reaching the little top above the ankles with lace and beautiful silk all around with a clean sign of a bustle, her short brown hair tied up in a up-do with a hair pin stabbing the softness of the hair's texture to keep the average sided blue and white rose styled poke bonnet with a white ribbon tied perfectly under the chin but the bangs sweep the right side of her face, her face lightly powdered with a soft pink tint as her lashes are fluffed and well groomed like her eyebrows as her cheeks have a flushed tint to it.

The boy's cheeks warmed some seeing her, a soft hum filling his chest like summer bees. That feel quickly dipped into a sour flavor when that typical scowl comes across the coated face.

"Remember you two, your names for this place are Jane Swiften and Tom Maurice," Said Sebastian as he gives the two the money they need and train tickets as well as some few small items that could sell their pitch of two love-birds, "You will play the role of a noble woman running away to elope with her family's recently fired servant boy." The butler gave his master's hand a light squeeze as he mutters lower than the previous words, "Due call me when you are in trouble."

The two teens glance at each other, almost seeing if the other one would chicken out and they don't have to do this game of masks and fake names, before nodding in unison answer.

Ciel leans on the railing of the very short boat trip as his throat heaves. The two teens have just gotten off their second train ride and hopped to the ferry ride that only lasts 3 extra hours to guide them to the beautiful lands of Dublin. Beside the lad is Doll who does nothing but watch and scold the person she's meant to pretend to be running off with, "You serious should've eaten before we left."

The young man with dark hair turns to her with a frown, a tsk hitting his teeth. "Alright listen," He started, earning the attention of his "bride". He continued, "In order for this to work we have to lay some sort of ground we can step on. Without it this case would fall apart faster than we could take a step in Heaven's Cottages."

Sapphire eye roll but the girl sighs, "Okay, I'll start. I'll call you Smile in this trip." Ciel's cheeks burn from that terrible circus name. Instantly be protest but a gloved hand stopped him, "And you will call me Doll. It'll be easier for us to spread information to each other but also to add a lair to this whole "lovey-dovey" guise understood?"

Not willing to lose, Ciel nods and grumbled a "fine". But before Doll could share a cocky grin of victory, he quickly added, "I'll go next. If anything we do make each other uncomfortable we speak up fast and stop whatever it is. That means I'll stop if you say I do something that makes you uncomfortable as you will do the same if I say something you did made me uncomfortable." Doll tsked and nodded, arms folded over her chest.

After a moment, the ferry stops to the port and those on it hurried out with their luggage. For the two they had only one bag for each so it was easy to grab onto their items and leave the boat.

Peacock-blue eyes scan the waves of people as he tries to locate what would make this search of a hidden elopes valley is, "Reports say there's a man with a carriage who'd take your there, a man in a blue coat." Doll started looking around before pointing to the grass area, away from everyone else, sitting by a wooden wagon with a cigarette in his mouth. A blue coat over his baggy shirt.

After looking at each other, the two nod and made their way over to the man with their luggage. "Evening sir, could we request a ride?" Asked Ciel, taking a second to glance at Doll who suddenly wrapped her arm around his. The man scoffs, "Piss off lad, Ay ain't takin no body to anywhere." Before Ciel could protest, Doll spoke, her voice soft toned almost like when she was performing in the circus, "We must've gotten the wrong man Smile. Best we try looking for the cottages soon before the weather gets colder." Misty eyes of age stare at the two some before a grin of teeth that hasn't been taken cared of shine as the man speaks through his smoke, "Ahh, ye shoul'da told me yer were goin' to the cottages. Hop on up lov birds."

The two teens listened fast and hurried on, Ciel helping Doll up due to her new outfit having a limit stretching course.

The smell of dirt fills the senses of smell as the city disappear from view, the aches of pains already settling in in the asses of the travelers sitting in this wonky wooden wagon and their feets being sore from the standings and walkings they endured already. With a softer volume, Ciel spoke to his partner in this case as the wind cancels most of the conversations, "That was some fast thinking back there." As he turned he caught Doll as she was removing the bonnet and undoing her hair for a moment, the setting sun making a painting of her cold weather flushed face. There's that warmth and buzzing again...

They must've been riding for a few minutes, maybe some hours, but time was lost within the somewhat tired head of Ciel as the wagon stopped in front of a small valley dip of grass and dirt. "'His how far ay take ye. Best of luck lov' birds."

Grabbing their luggage and waves the wagon man away for their free ride, the two wandered south down the hill. That wander wasn't so easy with Doll's new fashion not used to her and Ciel's lacking of such movements growing up. How they not fall on their faces and rolled down the hill was a shock to them!

But luckily, they stumped upon many small one story cottages far across the valley only being guarded by one single wooden fence and a small two story brick home right beside it.

"Cute." Said Doll in a mutter, a smile on her lips. Ciel looked around the fence until two figured walked out, a middle aged woman with her equal aged male. "Hello there, this is private property." Said the woman, her voice was sweet and gentle toned despite the small threat laced in there. Ciel walked forward, "Uh- I'm Tom Maurice. This is my lover Jane. We were hoping you can give us a room tonight-" The man snarled down to him, "This is private property!" He howled. His voice, unlike the woman's, was rough and harsh with a thick coat of British accents.

Doll stepped forward in a sign of plea of her voice, "Oh please sir and ma'am. Just for a night we'll be out of your hairs right after." Ciel could easily sense the raise of boiling tension, fear of losing this mission already settling in his small thin body. Then a idea hit him. Shaking knees, the dark haired boy fell to the dirt. This got the attention of Doll who hurried over. "Smile! Are you alright?" She asked, her voice a clear sign of worry. With a quiver of his lip, Ciel spoke, "I am so terribly sorry m'lady. I thought at long last we found the patch of Heaven's grounds that'll welcome us openly no matter our titles. I have failed to bring us happiness...Forgive me Doll." As he brought his hands to his face to "hide his shame", Doll caught on and gently cupped his face, forcing their blue eyes to lock. With a soft voice, she said, "You didn't fail us my love. We just made a misstep. We will find the cottages and be together."

With a small but secret glance, Ciel can see the faces of the lands' owners that are soft and sympathetic.

Ciel stared at the ceiling of their cottage. The cottage was cute and simple sized with only one other door beside the front door was the bathroom which was now shut with the sound of someone bathing on the other side.

The two were so happy they managed to "prove" they were elopers to the cottage land's owners, Mary-Anne and Roger Thompson, and to let them stay. The one downside of the whole finally getting a cottage was the single one bed fit for two.

He sighs, "I'm willing to sleep on the floor if you feel uncomfortable." He can hear Doll's voice through the door, "No it's fine. I rather you sleep in the bed with me. Makes me sleep better y'know?" Ciel remembers her reasoning back in the circus of them sharing a tent, nodding as it made sense to him. Still, they are a unsupervised unmarried boy and girl sharing a bed, his parents would be rolling in their graves upon hearing such things of their son.

Ciel's thoughts were stopped when he heard Doll's call out of "No! This is terrible!" "Is there a problem?" There was a pause. Now Ciel was thinking something happened. Should he run in? What if she isn't clothed? That'll be a dishonor on her part for his worry. Would she care though? She did offer to bathe with him and made him touch her breast in the circus.

After a pause as his mind race, Ciel decided to hurry into the bathroom to check on her. But he was stopped when the door opened to show Doll dressed for bed, angry embarrassment on her face.

Ah, seems Sebastian offered Doll the night gown Lizzie gifted him but customized it to her size.

"This is terrible! I can't wear something so frilly and cute, it doesn't suit me at all!" Groaned Doll, her hands gripping the ends of the skirt of the dress in a grumble as her cheeks burn pink deeply. A snort from the small Earl stops the girl of her rant of her sleep attire, his face was a snickering mess. That boy got a punch in the arm in return.

The warm morning sun drips through the curtains, the scent of the late night rain seeping pass the roof and walls as it makes it a gentle warmth of protection of the two souls resting in bed. Two bodies were softly rested together under the covers, their arms lazily locked around each other as so their legs, a brunette's head was laid to rest on the thin small chest frame of a pretty boy who looks so peaceful.

Peacock blue eyes slowly fluttered open and glanced to the freckled peaceful sleeping face so close to him. He blinks for a moment before he feels his face go red.

Before the young man could shake her awake or crawl away, there's a knock at the door that awoken the sleeping maiden. "Breakfast for the happy couple~!" Said a cherry female voice, the woman who runs the cottages. The two didn't have time to part away before the door open to show Mrs Mary-Anne with a younger woman holding a trey of food.

The older woman giggles at the sight and spoke with a soft posh Irish accent coo, "You two are simply adorable. Must be nice to finally freely cuddle like this yes?" Ciel put his arms around Doll and puts on a smile, silently thanking he slept with his eyepatch on this time. "Oh yes ma'am. Thank you so much." He said with chipper chirp. Doll groaned tiredly in response, a small nuzzle deeper in the lad's arms was her words, but her head lifted some upon smelling food.

"We had prepared some breakfast for you two to enjoy. Eat up and wash up, cause you two can join the activities with the others." This perked the interests of Ciel while Doll watch the trey get placed down, he asked, "Activities?" Mary-Anne smiles, her voice soft again, "It's to help the bond of a fated pair grow stronger. You'll meet others through these and have lots of memories."

The two women left, the sound of the door being locked being heard and then footsteps walking away. "I didn't notice it last night, but the cottages must be locked from the outside instead of inside. Why would they be the case if she or her husband have free rein to come in at anytime?" Mumbled Ciel, finally glancing to the breakfast of two of each item: Sausages, preserves with a side of breads and one stick of butter to split, bacon, and eggs. Beside the plates are two cups of freshly squeezed orange juice.

He sighs and joined in on eating with Doll, for a moment the two forgetting they are in a bed alone together just for the moment of bliss of eating at last after barely anything the day before and the comforting warmth the cottage brought.

The open fields were filled with people going about their merry way in lovers bliss. The skies were clear and happy. What a beautiful day to be.

After eating breakfast and getting dressed without dare speaking or looking at each other, Ciel and Doll went and followed Mary-Anne and George to these "activities" where they met many other people living in the cottages to be free to love each other.

After introductions were made and small talk was created, the activities started.

Oh boy did the two want to pause on these activities.

Each one was a sort of bond activity, like "I trust the person to catch me" and bonding with the other elopers. Ciel wound up going to the land with some other men while Doll watched with some of the women and some other men who they would guess be the "bride" of certain relationships giggling away before she stabs her fingers with the needle work. In one moment Ciel fell in some mud getting dirty, and upon seeing Doll's laughing face, he grinned and chased her until he wrapped his arms around her as she laughs and playfully pleas for mercy.

Oh how they would want to pause these activities this very moment. . .

George finished tying the fabric around the two's ankles and readjust the knot of their wrists as Mary-Anne speaks, "To know you're perfect for one another, you must have full trust with each other. You must trust your partner will guide you through the toughest times. With these knots symbolized the strength and bond you and your true love will share as you go on a small adventure together to gather berries and flowers for tonight." Ciel bit back the urge to roll his eyes as he senses Doll is doing the same.

After everyone looked at each other, the elopers went to the forest area as Doll and Ciel carefully try to walk and not drag each other.

"No no we should go this way." Argued Ciel as he tugged his body left. Doll firmly stood still before tugging right. "No. I saw Angel and Pepper go this direction, that must mean we can get food there." The two tugged back and forth for a bit before they stumbled and fall to the floor beside a bush.

Ciel sat up and looked to Doll, seeing as she laid in a pile of dead leafs as her brown hair wavy from the two times she had it up sprawled out like a halo around her head, the gentle light coming through the leafs and branches of the trees making a beam to show the nature around the two. His beautiful eye glance down to the lips of her partner, the buzzing feeling within his chest returning once more as his though moved about; Is this okay? I should move. But how would we do that with our wrists and ankles bound together? She's not voicing a concern imminently. Is she okay? She...looks beautiful...as always...

The moment he snapped out of his thoughts he realized how much closer the two got and instantly sat up with each other's help. W-What just-? Why were we so close?

Ciel noticed some of Doll's dress got some cuts from the bushes and hang his head, "I apologize. Your dress-" A finger pressed on his lips stopped him from speaking further, he looked up to see Doll standing with a smile with some leafs still in her hair. "It's fine Smile. It's just a dress."

It's a chilly wind, that's why it feels warm...

A peacock blue eye glance away to get away from the buzzing feeling of unknown, spotting a odd silhouette far deep within the valley's trees. "Look there." He said. Doll turned her head to the spot he seeks and makes a curious noise, "Is that a cottage?" Locking eyes again, the two nod and made their way over there.

Indeed, it was a cottage. A single two story cottage with a loft being a second story and resting area and a small sized dining area to see when they stepped in the dusty home. Yes, dusty. Dust was floating about and on bits and pieces of the cottage, plants of grown in and through the walls that gives the nature scent a bigger feel. It was oddly beautiful for the two.

They walked around inside some, seeing each bits and piece for any hints of why this was hidden. "Oi Smile, looking over here." Said Doll as she stands near one of the beams holding the loft. Ciel turned his head and looked at the wooden piece, covered in some plants and age, to see a small carving of sorts right in the center. "CP AC..?" As he examines the carving, he sees small hooks with silver rings on them. "Hmm, now why would these still be here if this place is abandoned?" He asked. Doll looked to his view and cracked a grin as she snorted, "Maybe to keep Tam Lin at bay." "Tam Lin?" The brunette look at him confused, "You don't know the Balled of Tam Lin?? You're much richer then I am!" "Well I apologize for not knowing a kids story!"

Doll snorted and laugh, "It's no kids story Smile. It's a tale that tells when you wander the forest you must leave a green coat or ring behind or else Tam Lin would take your virginity instead." Ciel's face turns red as he blubbers, "What?! What kind of tale is that?!" His face burned redder as Doll howled in laughter.

The sky has grown dark by the time the final activity ended, a large fire was built as the elopers and land owners sit around eating some food and drink some drinks, George being a large barrel of beer and many bottles of wine for all. So it implies they get some sort of income, noted Ciel as he watched his cup be filled with some booze.

"You two took a while in the forest, I hope you were alright." Said the soft tone of one of the brides, Maggie, beside the two detectives of this odd case as food is passed around. Ciel luckily came up with the lie, "Oh, yes. It's just been a while since I was in the forest, never with my hand and ankle bound of course." Maggie's lover, Lucille, looked between the two and chirped a rather odd question, "Why are one of your eyes covered?" Maggie smacked her love's arm lightly in response. "Don't be rude." Before Ciel could possibly try and think of a lie, he was first taken aback from Doll's voice, "He was in the yard when a tree branch nearly hit my family's dog. Smile pushed him out of the way and got injured. Had to be in bed for a long while. As for me," She touched her bangs softly as her voice dipped, "My father did this...Never been one to treat a daughter as one you know? It doesn't hurt much now but it will never heal." Suddenly, a smile came upon that cute freckled face, "It was only then was when I decided to run off. I would rather be beside the one I love most who loves me regardless then with him any longer. Blood or not."

Both women smile and praise, "You two truly are brave." Ciel only smiled and slowly realized upon looking down his hand was locked with Doll's. He has been doing that a lot huh? Spacing out at random moment...

With a few blinks, the lad answered the sudden question of their nicknames rather easily, "O-Oh..well...look at her. She's preciously beautiful." There was a pause. Did he...did he mess up? Slowly, he glanced to Doll who's face was pink as roses. Her voice was suddenly meek as she looked away, "U-Um...well...you should really see the world when he smiles..."

Ciel and Doll soon ate together in silence, sometimes chatting the ears off of the people around them as they drank. Before either noticed, dancing was done my some of the lovers. Before he realized, Ciel was forced to his feet as Doll pulled him to the crowd giggling. "Wait, Doll-I-I can't dance properly-" "Relax Smile, just be calm."

One hand went to his shoulder and soon his hand went to her waist as they danced on the grass barefoot, albeit clumsy and awkward which earned snorts from the brunette.

By the time the night activities were a end, both teens simply collapsed to bed with sore tired souls, only having moved was Ciel when both had to change to their night attire.

As the earl climbed back into bed, he watched as Doll look and stare at him, "What is it?" He asked, his voice a rasp whisper of hush which given his usual voice and cute face made Doll giggle. "Do you always have to wear that patch to bed? I've seen what it looks like. Unless he comes when you take it off?" Ciel shook his head at her question and replied, "No. He comes when I ask him. It's just a habit. Especially since there's a chance they'll come into the room."

Slowly, both scooted closer to seek warmth from the chilly night. Their breaths lingered of wine and food against their hot breaths. Doll's finger tips lazily undid the knot of Ciel's eye patch and let it fall. Ciel's hand slowly rose up and softly rubs the bangs that cover half her face.

"That story was true you know..."

That voice caught Ciel by surprise as he stares at Doll, her wound now shown pass her hair. "My father really did that to me...Hit me with a fire poker fresh off the fireplace...Right after he left me in the East End..." Suddenly, a meek yet weak sad chuckle left those lips he's been staring at the whole time, "I can't remember my own name. Pathetic ain't it?" "... No." Doll look at him, tear eye widen in surprise. He continued, "He's the pathetic one to hurt someone so precious to begin with."

Doll smile, a tear sliding from her damaged eye caught on Ciel's thumb, "Thanks Smile..." She muttered before she seemingly drifted off to the land of sleep.

Ciel stared at the girl sleeping beside him, the realm of night calling to him to sleep as he stares so longingly to her resting face. How damned would he be to desire to order Sebastian to find her father just so he could yell at him? How wrong is it he wants to comforts all her tears like this and kiss away her sorrows? How bloody tortuous does it feels in his chest right now as memories pluck away the feeling of happy glow hidden in the darkness of shadows and moonlight?

A sudden jerk awaken Doll from her slumber, as her mind woke up so did her body as she slowly began to feel the senses of being cold and in some place new. She opened her eye and sees herself in darkness, then her eyes readjusted to see the ceiling and walls of what seems to be a carriage.

She sat up and looked around, she was still dressed in her nigh gown with a black coat over her, her bags at the carriage's floor, and just across from her seated nicely is a gent dressed in black as the nightly shadows dance across his handsome face. "Did you have a good rest my lady? I would be heartbroken if you were discomforted." Said his deep handsome voice as his dark eyes glimmer in smirk.

Doll glares at him and barks, "Why are you here? Where am I?" Sebastian tilted his head like a curious bird while his grin lingers, "The Young Lord requested you to leave. I am simply following orders to take you back."

She felt her heart sink at the words. Smile was... asking her to leave...

Was it her past? Her scar? Could it be he never liked hanging out with her to begin with?

"Humans are strange aren't they?"

Doll, blue eye tearing up for her emotions, glare back at the butler, "What the bloody fuck are you talking about demon?" Sebastian's grin grew as he speaks, "You two can't stand to even look at each other yet you both have the same face at the idea of being away. He says he doesn't want to spend another day with you hating his being then orders me to take you away for safety. Indeed, humans are strange."

Flashes of memories of the circus hit Doll's vision as each blink recreated a moment of the two all the way up to now. Yes, she still remembers that feeling of fire warmth near her skin, she'll never forget that. Yes, her eye still stings with tears but she still wants to cry, she'll never forget that. Yes, she still thinks on those moments, she'll never forget that...

Like she'll never forget Smile now... She'll never forget his betrayal... She'l never forget his smile... She'l never forget his glimmer of shine of his peacock blue eye... She'll never forget the warmth of his hands... She'll never forget those words her aching heart desperately desired more than air...

Without warning, hands grabbed to the butler much to his shock, pulling his face towards the face of the small bitter female.

"Take me back right now you demon!"

Dark eyes shine a glow of magenta for a moment before a grin appeared once again.

"Of course my lady."

A weak back hits against the wall, cold wind spiking out the lips of it's owner.

It was mere hours since Ciel curled back into bed after Sebastian took Doll from the cottage, the scent of lavender and jasmine filling his sense of smell making him crawl deeper in sleep by force. Just when his eyes grew so heavy and his arms can't move he heard the door unlock and open-

Ciel coughs when he gets punched rather hard in his soft stomach by George, unable to hear the man's grumblings of questions on "Jane Swiften". Oh, right, Doll's alias...

The boy shivered slightly at the feelings of cold wrapped around his wrists as he's forced to stand up right, only then through his dark hair he was able to glance up at the man and the room itself. The room seemed to be darker than a normal one, bigger, with tables of trinkets and items that shine and glimmer under oil lamp light, another table with cut up clothes and picked apart bags of many, and a large pile of what he knows are corpses stayed back in the corner in the shadows so he's unable to see who the bodies belong to. So, they've been taken in elopers and taking away any valuables from the richer folk and killing their partners. Thought Ciel as he examines the remains and tried to think of a way to get out. Surely Sebastian had just finished getting Doll to the manor by now yes?

Before the name of his demon left his tongue, Ciel paused upon hearing a voice of a young woman calling out for Mary-Anne and George. "DOLL! Leave!" He coughed as he shook in his chain. It was no use, it's clear he can hear the outside by the outside can't hear him.

His heart was beating so fast as he tried to think of a way to get out and get Doll out. No, get Doll out first. She's most important now!

"..tian..."

He breathed in before his blood turned freezing cold, his body aching from the cold and pain, his heart beating so hard and so loud it's for sure bruising his insides.

"SEBASTIAN! SAVE HER NOW!"

The feeling of sunlight touches tired eyelids as they slowly opened up to see a field of moving grass and pink skies of a rising sun. Ciel head spun lightly as he shifted to his side and see a swollen red eyed brunette staring at him. "Doll-" "Don't move too much. You still have to rest Smile."

After a pause, he realized he's on a wagon going up the hill with his butler driving them. He feels the warm blanket over their still nightly attire bodies. His wounds have felt more sore than painful now. And Doll is here... Doll is safe...

The little lord let out a sigh of relief as he rests his head against her tender chest, his eyes feeling pure water as he shook not from cold or pain but the feeling of many emotions leaving him at once. "U-Uh...Smile..." "Never leave me...I beg you...The world has been cruel to you...has as I...I plea for forgiveness and will plea forever...I will do whatever it takes to repair every pain you feel no matter the cost...Ever since that night I never once had a thought without you in them... You have bewitched me my dear Doll...and for that I...and I...I...I love you..."

His words were flowing out like water down a fountain, his heart was aching and oozing out each word like a gospel of a Bible verse. She can hate him forever. She can hit him and spit at his name. But while he's here he shall lay down his crumbling walls and show off his tender feelings he will never forget nor remove no matter what life gives him. He wants to see her smile. He wants to see her eye shine. He wants to hold her hand. He wants to wipe away her tears. He wants to hear her voice. He wants to taste her sorrow...

He wants her...all of her...and he felt like a idiot that it took a few nights in a deadly cottage town to realize how special she is...

#black butler #tw swearing #ciel phantomhive #real ciel phantomhive #sebastian michaelis #black butler charles grey #black butler undertaker #black butler doll #doll x ciel #ciel x doll #soundcloud

[azuresins]

I hope you are well. I shouldn't be surprised that you are getting hate for Celtic Phantomhives (and Ciel in particular). People can have different Head Canons. I never gave the Phantomhives nationality much thought but now I think Irish blood Phantomhives would be interesting. Anyway, what about Patrick as a name for OCiel (as a nod to good old Saint Patrick, think Vincent would get a kick out of that). Wishing you a good day or night.

So. I personally don't think Patrick is his name, But I do think that it's Finnian or Fenian. St. Patricks day, or the Feast of St. Patrick, has a huge cultural significance to Ireland, and I think Queen Victoria chose that date for a reason. Likely a means of making fun of him and his heritage, to be honest... St. Patrick was a missionary, there isn't anything particularly shocking or jarring about the name Patrick, it isn't even an Irish name (and he wasn't irish either). Even the name " Pádraig " didn't exist before " Patrick. " It's not likely a name that would make anyone grimace or object to, because it's associated with a Christian Saint-- While a name like Fenian/Finnian would carry more weight because it's associated with an entire pagan mythos, idea, and political organization that's extremely, EXTREMELY "problematic" for Queen Victoria and the British Government at this particular time period. Ireland is an extremely catholic place, and St. Patrick was known for infamously for making Celtic people assimilate to it (and christianity in general)... As an example, Ireland had its own trinity that stood for one of the most significant and powerful goddesses in history - the number 3, was very religiously significant to them and a trinity was a concept they were already familiar with. Legend has it St. Patrick was personally the one responsible for reframing the trinity for the Irish people in a Christian light, explaining that in other words from then on, it now stands for the christian one, instead and represents the Christian godhead. If Ireland didn't have a solid foundation to Catholicism, and have their own churches and history (in other words, they weren't already well assimilated) concerning christianity ... they would have lost much more freedom, than they already did to England, later on. In that sense, their own brand of Catholicism is tied to Ireland's long-standing freedom from the Church of England. They were most certainly persecuted for not belonging to the Church of England however, make no mistake... and that was another reason why they were considered 'lesser people'. And a drain, because they weren't taxed the same as others even though England was sucking the heart and soul from Ireland monetarily in other ways and exploiting them for labor, even during periods of time when they were literally starving to death. There was also some strange belief that irish Catholics were somehow not practicing "real" Catholic beliefs like the Romans were. Obviously, pagans and people who were proud of Celtic spirituality or "the old ways" don't particularly like St. Patrick at all, and there are people that wish he never stepped foot on the island. But March 17th is still a very significant day that is associated with Ireland, as a result.

#Finnian name theory #Fenian name theory #That being said anon there is literally nothing stopping you from having a headcanon #Anyone can headcanon whatever name they want to #Edited a bit for wording mistakes

[unrivalling]

sebastian/ronald!

Okay it took me WAY too long to reply to this but I think I finally thought of a ship scenario for these two as a shower thought

Basically around the time Sebastian devours Ciel’s soul (maybe even resulting from actions taken while Ciel pursued his revenge) some kind of Big Bad is unleashed on the world—an ancient, chaotic evil, Cthulhu mythos sort of deity that begins reigning destruction down on the world and sowing madness.

Reapers are split on whether to intervene or not. They’re supposed to remain neutral, but this is a creature from outside any familiar order. Overnight, their to-die lists for the next several months surge into the millions. Many defect in record numbers to try and fight the entity, and reapers are also lost in record numbers, drawing more and more demons to the earth in a feeding frenzy as human souls remain unclaimed. Reapers also begin fighting amongst themselves, with remaining reapers being tasked with bringing deserters to justice.

Idk if Ron-Grell-William were fighting the entity or staying neutral, but somehow they’re all caught in the crossfire and Ron is separated from the other two / badly wounded / maybe even has reason to believe they are dead.

After witnessing the entity’s power firsthand, in a moment of profound despair, Ron makes a deal with Sebastian—Sebastian will save him, will not harm another reaper, and will work together with him to stop the scourge.

The contract is sealed. The two of them travel the world trying to find a way to either defeat the entity or exile it back to where it came from. They investigate and fight side by side against demons, other reapers, and horrors from beyond space and time.

Though Sebastian still finds the reaper pup irritating, he finds he enjoys the novelty of a contractor who can fight alongside him, and though all reapers have something like the scent of stale preserves clinging to their soul, there’s a spark of life to Ron that enthuses him, a bit like sparkling wine.

And Ron…he’s signed his own death warrant, as both a deserter and a demon contractor. At least he made the deal with full knowledge of what it entailed—after everything, he doesn’t think nonexistence will be so bad, after he’s done what he needs to do. There are worse ways to spend a life, or an afterlife.

The relationship naturally turns sexual. Ron’s always had a preference for women, but with the stress of battle and travel, he finds himself increasingly drawn to Sebastian. Sebastian, curious and amused by Ron’s despair and desperation, lets the reaper fall into his arms.

AND THAT’S ABOUT ALL I HAVE. I don’t know how it ends but uhhh there are a lot of possibilities. Something something Sebastian knowing William and Grell are alive but lying to Ron (because Ron never thinks to make it a stipulation that Sebastian not lie to him).

So yeah: Sebastian/Ronald apocalypse desperation romance

#ask memes #writing #my fanfic

[the-letter-horror-lover]

Another Cup

TheyCallMeCal

Summary:

"When someone tells you they have a secret, i bet it's just more lies." Ciel pranced through life with all the privilege he could have dreamt of; a high paying job, easy work, and the freedom he desires. All until he spills his secret, leaving him struggling to gasp for more air that floats on the surface. The only good coming clean did was forcing him to the Oolong Tea House with Sebastian Michaelis as his waiter. There's just one thing standing in both of their ways; the vital information kept from the barista.

Another Cup is a Sebaciel (Sebastian x Ciel) fanfiction filled with truths, lies, and most of all, secrets.

Notes:

This is my first fic on AO3 so this is pretty exciting (:

(Feel free to point out any spelling or grammatical errors!)

Thank you!! -Cal

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1

Chapter Text

Instead of drying my tears, 'The Whale' by Mark Beauregard fills me with regret. Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why am I so idiotic? Why am I so blind? I should have known! I should have kept my mouth shut, alike the characters that somehow thrive within these pages.

My teary eyes fail to read the words that fill the paper, causing me to throw the overpriced book across the room, knocking over a glass on the coffee table. An inhuman noise escapes my lungs in distress; I can never talk to him again.

12, 1, 2, 3am.... And at 9 I'm working for the same man that shunned me from his life.

Classical music, people talking, and the smell of the assortment of tea fills my senses. Surprisingly, I rolled out of bed and ran out of my apartment just in time to make it here at 9:00am on the dot... even though I don't plan to meet anyone.

"What could I get for you, sir?" The blonde lady beams at my tired, gloomy figure.

"Uh, earl grey would be good." I don't even bother to look up at the menu. It's packed with teas that I had never had, let alone heard of.

"Would that be cream, decaf, or regular earl grey?" I stop in the middle of the attempt of tugging my wallet out of my jeans.

"Uhm, regular's fine." I frown to myself. Although it's going fine so far, his place feels a bit too fancy... especially because I was charged $4.89 for a fucking tea. Vincent picked the wrong place for me to persuade.

I get to a small square table, flip up my laptop lid, and open my email. '63 unread messages' Floats at the top of my work inbox. Shit. The last thing i want to do is read all these stupid-ass messages (90% sure most of them are e-vites to shitty picnics that already passed.)

As a scroll through my emails, I find there's an absence of messages from my father, the CEO of Funtom co., my boss, and the very human who's now avoiding me at all costs. I'm at Oolong tea house today to work for him. I've been jumping from independent coffee shop to independent coffee shop for him. He's been telling me the time, place and details; but this time, he fails to send an email encompassing the very facts, in which I can't begin work without. Thanks, father.

I try not to scream as my hands shoot up towards my face. "shit." I mumble as my body tenses up and shrinks from an embarrassing memory that somehow floated into my mind. My trembling hands, the shitty wording, that fucking letter causes me so much damn pain. I shake my head in an attempt to get rid of my stale memories and continue to stare at my, now empty, inbox.

I sigh, take my book out of my bag, and waste my time getting lost in the story.

Well. At least I try to.

'...But the old three-cornered hat,

And the breeches, and all that,

Are so queer!'

The poem stands apart from the rest of the story. And that single word stands apart of the poem like a sore thumb.

'...Queer!'

Ha, it would have been much easier to tape a simple word to my forehead instead of humiliating the shit out of myself.

"Excuse me, sir." my eyes flutter open to a young red-haired boy who nudges me on the shoulder. "We're closing." His face remains placid enough for me to realize that he could give less shits for his job.

"Oh, sorry." My eyes shoot open and my head darts up; my face hot and painted bright red. I look down to the table. My book is propped open as well as my laptop, which turned itself off. I stuff them into my messenger bag in a hurry; an attempt to make it out of this coffee shop without dying of embarrassment.

The brown, wooden chairs are flipped and stacked on the tables after a not-so-thorough wipe with a beat-up cloth and a bright blue liquid that resembles Windex... for all I know it could be Gatorade. Just as my bag swings around my shoulder, the chair opposite from the one I was previously sitting on is turned and stacked by a tall man with longish black hair and a neutral expression plastered on his face. Right as my sapphire eyes meet his blood red ones, he flashes a grin then turns to the table behind him.

As I leave, the air in the room is still dead and silent, with the frequent spray of "Windex" or the chairs dragging on the hardwood floor.

Wet hair, a shitty microwave meal, and a bottle of red wine... but usually it's just a glass.

I pace around the small couch that casually sits inside my prestigious apartment, taking slight glances outside the ceiling-to-floor windows that gives me a view of buildings that tower over the streets, cars, and people.

"I don't care how you do the job,"

I continue to pace, and pace, and pace; until my head drowns in thoughts of the call I had just received.

"just as long as you get it done."

I had always heard people telling others to come out as if it wasn't a big deal, although it is. Some people are blind to the fact that they're putting a lock on the door that leads out to happiness and freedom, because of the closed minded people that those individuals "trust".

"I shouldn't be anyone more than the person who pays you."

I take another gulp of red wine. The bottle gets lighter and lighter, just as the sky gets darker and darker. It could have just been three words, 'I am gay.' but even then, he would have acted the same; so why did I waste my time?

"Goodbye."

And why should I still have to?

Notes:

Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler characters belong to Yana Toboso, Yen Press, FUNimation etc.

The plotline and story belong to myself.

#black butler fanfiction

[lightcreators]

@igniferous​ continue from here

    〝  SO  I’VE  NOTICED,  Lord  Trancy.  〞

Negligent,  flippant,  juvenile !!    No  thanks  to  his  own  principled  nature  clashing  with  such  a  carefree  spirit,  their  meeting  may  have  been  one  doomed  from  the  beginning.   Try  as  he  might,  despite  whatever  societal  status  they  may  have  in  common,  there  isn’t  a  single  decipherable  trait  or  aspect  of  this  young  lord’s  demeanor  that  he  could  feasibly  see  himself  enduring  for  long   (  although,  in  fairness,  Wolfram  never  was  one  to  bother  putting  a  significant  effort  into  focusing  on  the  good  in  people  he  hardly  knew  ) .   Instead  it’s  a  thinly  veiled  twinge  of  impatient  annoyance  that  paints  his  features  in  the  dimly  lit  parlor  where  they  were  sat.   For  such  a  frivolous  brat  to  have  been  left  in  charge  of  all  matters  pertaining  to  the  household  name ;   he  has  already  lost  all  and  any  hope  in  this  visit  bearing  any  fruit.      〝  No  wonder   —   it  must  be  difficult  to  be  made  an  Earl  before  being  able  to  consider  yourself  ready,  or  suited,  for  it.  〞     A  frigid  jab,  equally  as  thinly  veiled,  despite  himself.

Confessing  himself  in  derision  became  a  habit  he  installed  down  for  expressing  his  feelings.  If  he  dared,  for  a  dramatic  one  second,  to  anchoring  complete  sinceretly  into  anything  he  could  say,  he  would  eventually  breaking  down  immediatly  …  Remembering  how  falsery  his  entire  existence  had  became.  Realizing  with  consciousness  how  unhappy  he  was  —  feeling  less  unworthly  about  been  saved,  for  wanted  no  one  paying  such  consequences  in  the  first  place,  but  unable ��to  enjoy  a  life  who  lost  meaning  when  an  emptiness  settled  down  …  Remembering  also,  in  same  way,  anyways,  his  efforts  will  be  probably  serve  nothing.  Tragically,  until  the  final  ending,  he  might  have  hoped  something  good  of  Claude  —  that  he  might  not  killing  ‘Alois  Trancy’,  be  somehow  important  in  one  way  or  another  …  but  something  he  didn’t  witness,  something  he  perceived  the  damages  constanstly  sending  back  an  negative  answer  to  that  desire.  Claude  would  have  killed  him.  Claude  did  killed  him  —  even  if  it  was  indirectly  …  even  if  he  escaped  a  fate  who  had  been  surrounding  him  …  He  truly  was  miserable.  He  truly  laughed  at  everything  as  it  could  appeasing  his  pain.  Nevertheless,  he  cannot  say  his  behavior  had  been  getting better.  Whatever  how  he  found  strength  to  leave  his  peaceful  lethargy,  facing  others  nobles  —  minus  Ciel,  when  automatically,  he  will  cling  to  him  with  a  seemly  obsession  and  a  need  of  his  care  —  emerged  most  complication  action  to  do.  If  before,  he  didn’t  care  about  what  people  could  think  of  him,  now  he  was  terrified  to  be  less  of  what  he  was  supposed  to  be  …  or  facing  reflection  he  wasn’t  desired  into  that  sphere.  When  he  wanted  that  time  to  highing  himself  into  that  place,  gaining  respect  he  merited  !  Regardless  if  he  was  unable  to  focus.  Regardless  if  responsabilities  was  a  horrible  weight  so  much  he  only  wanted  to  have  fun.  Regardless  he  had  a  hard  time  to  realizing  at  the  second  other  people  reactions.  When  Claude  was  along  his  side,  he  had  a  illusion  of  a  constant  presence  caring  about  him  …  He  couldn’t  request  endless  presence  of  Ciel  Phantomhive  because  he  could  found  some  support  to  hold  himself.  However,  there  was  no  desire  to  remember  his  eternal  loneliness.

Still,  there  was  a  indifference  about  how  that  other  noble  expressed  his  frustration.  Phantomhive  showed  him  best  manners  of  that  domain  he  was  accustomed  now  to  annoying  people  simply  for  existing  into  a  room  —  Besides,  though  he  was  indolent,  his  perspective  changed  a  little  about  how  he  counted  impacting  that  world  :  it  was  time  he  turn  himself,  an  difficult  cruel  angel  into  an  dangerous  demon  meanwhile  remaining  angelic.  He  wanted  to  keep  his  softness,  to  remaining  somehow  himself,  painfully  aware  he  was  merely  an  imposter  allowed  to  take  part  of  a  king  seat  —  but  he  wanted  that  other  part  of  personality  to  been  created  to  be  true.  To  feeling  worthly  into  that  stealing  part  !  His  remark  awakened  accidentally  the  memory  of  that  old  asshole.  Had  been  a  long  time  he  didn’t  get  the  reminder.  Into  his  true  personality,  he  would  avoid  the  topic,  blaming  himself  for  sad  accident  of  that  old  man  when  he  had  to  face  suddently  his  responsabilities.    ❝  The  former  Earl  faced  a  cruel  ending  brutally,  that  led  me  to  carry  everything  on  my  shoulders  early.  Knowing  that  the  reputation  of  my  late  father  wasn’t  most  pleasant  it  seems  obvious  to  transform  such  reputation  !    ❞  That  second  sentence  was  partially  a  lie.  Trancy  household  reputation  was  going  to  take  another  step  of  dangerous  with  him,  for  following  initial  plan  of  the  true  one.  He  will  not  carry  on  same  atrocities  than  this  asshole  but  he  counted  linking  his  fate  to  the  underground.  The  little  underground  will  lead  him  to  the  big  one,  that  Underground  he  was  obsessed  constantly.    ❝  Being  only  heir,  the  question  didn’t  have  to  arise.  Furthermore  …    ❞    Suited  for  it  ?  Be  considered  ready  ?  That  old  asshole  was  too  much  focused  about  his  witchcraft  attraction  and  searching  to  appease  horrible  needs  of  powers  than  care  about  'his  son’.  Oh,  that  thought  resonated  into  a  dramatic  reality.  That  old  asshole  truly  cared  much  about  other  obsessions  than  taking  care  of  his  son,  it  was  a  truth,  that  !    ❝  He  thought  he  would  govern  his  title  of  nobility  to  the  end.  There  was  no  plan  to  make  me  successor  …  ❞  Maybe  he  could  change  ambiance  on  the  conversation  with  that  point.    ❝    I  was  only  pleasant  presence.    ❞

#igniferous #ic :: alois trancy #I AM EXCITED FOR IT ! #it will be something ! #( ♔ ) interconnected subplot #long post /