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Master List of Faustian Exchange Prompts

All prompts, used or unused, that were submitted to the Faustian Exchange! All are posted with permission. If you use someone’s prompts, please credit them for the idea and tag us if you’d like us to reblog your work!

actresque

Grelliam: The first time William calls Grelle a woman or uses her correct pronouns.

Grelle/Angelina: first kiss after a Ripper murder.

Grelle childhood fic dealing with gender confusion

Modern day Grelle after fully transitioning to female, preferably with a tongue piercing.

Madam Red/Grelle with Grelle on one knee putting Madam Red's shoe on her (to mirror the Sebastian images with Ciel).

Adult Ciel and Lizzy, portrait-style.

mikhailis

Sebastian spending a day off with Agni when he's recovering after the Luxury Liner arc

when each servant first begins to suspect Sebastian isn't human

Mey-rin and Ran Mao bonding after Ran Mao discovers Mey-rin also speaks Mandarin.

Sebastian teaching Shiori to dance

Sebastian playing piano with Grelle draped over the back of it like a lounge singer

Doll wearing the Weston College boys' uniform.

pastelsweetart

Crack ship- Tanaka finds out who his true love was all along, tea.

Before the murder of the Phantomhive's and the cuteness of the twins.

Grell's past life? What drove them to suicide?

The real reason Sebastian is a demon. He ate a KitKat by biting it without breaking it first.Grell's eyes.

Elizabeth being a cutie while fencing

Modern! AU with Elizabeth and Grell in the cutest dresses

somniiari

D&D AU with Phantomhive twins and any other main cast on a quest causing mayhem. Are they playing D&D or are they in a D&D world? That's up to you!

Modern AU Phantomhive twins as fake paranormal investigators, claiming their caretaker Sebastian is a demon.

Sebastian/Agni bonding over taking care of their masters.

Phantomhive twins and Sebastian (and maybe Agni, Sohma, Lizzy and/or Sieglinde) as a D&D party.

Phantomhive twins OR Lizzy and Sieglinde in cute matching/contrasting outfits.

Sebastian/Agni dancing.

hannibalcatharsis-zero

Claudia and Undertaker (pairing/shipping optional, and if that's so, the use of Cedric name is up to you), canonverse. Claudia questions Undertaker about his mourning lockets, and if he would one day make one of hers. Implying/asking if she is important enough for him that her death might affect him.

Sebastian brings a cat home and naturally Ciel doesn't like it. Heartbroken, Sebastian has to let the cat go. But the cat won't go. Crack/funny, either canonverse or modern AU

Ciel twins (I'll address them as Ciel and Astre for convenience), canonverse AU or modern AU, your choice. The twins, as nobles/higher status, shouldn't be alone in this part of the city, but Ciel wanted to show Astre some factories to show how confusing, messy and poluting they are, in a way to dissuade him from his wish to have a toy company of his own - something that would drive the twins apart, with different life goals. In there, they meet an orphan employed in that factory. Alois. What unfolds from there is up to you.

Joker and Beast (shipping preferred), canonverse. Back in East End, Joker tries to find a present to Beast in order to show her gratitude for the care she showed him when he fell ill.

alternatively, Joker and Beast in modern AU. Both of them and Jumbo are legally adults, but Doll, Dagger, Peter and Wendy (regardless of their real ages) are still children under institutionalization and up for adoption. In a hurt/comfort manner, big brothers fashion, Joker and Beast dealing with their fears and emotions of having their little siblings sent into foster care versus waiting a few more years to be of legal age and all of them live together in a new life, after . 

Vincent and Diederich, canonverse, brotp kind of relationship but shipping/one sided pairing is not excluded. Crack/funny. Diederich is positively shocked that Vincent would go full drag to solve a murder case of some sort. And even more shoked to see how well it makes him look.

Undertaker and Othello, canonverse. A conversation, some form of interaction, hanging out, opposing views (nothing aggressive, both seem to be very curious and open to hear other opinions even if they don't change their own). Brotp interaction between the two back in Undertaker's Shinigami days. Anything, up to your imagination. 

Sebastian and Ciel, shipping not intended. Preferrably canonverse. Sebastian thinking of how everyone else sees him as deeply caring for Ciel's wellbeing, which he does with only one intent in mind - seasoning Ciel's soul to add to the 'delicacy' level he desires. Ciel knows this, so even despite living together for three years, he knows Sebastian's 'worrying' and 'affection' are all feints. However, maybe after a particularly bad nightmare, or after Sebastian doing something kind out of apparently no reason, Ciel seems to genuinely be grateful. What are Sebastian's thoughts on this? Maybe something dark and manipulating, kind of in the league of his words in the Green Witch arc when he's burning the laboratory? Or the other way around? Your choice. What I meant with no shipping is because I would prefer if this 'affection' I mentioned wouldn't be taken by you as romantic.

Joker and Bravat Sky, canonverse AU, in which they came across each other when they were young. Bravat was a charlaton, fooling people with fake fortune readings, and they meet by: either Joker is one of the people he tries to do it; or Joker attempts to steal his money and an exchange unfolds.- “Sieglinde, modern AU, rocking Japanese street fashion” (I completely stole this suggestion from the reply post on the blog, is seemed so damn cool!)

Ciel & Astre. Either tender, or dark, whichever you prefer. If it's the later, a classical contrast image, in whichever fashion you prefer. 

Side by side, mirror reflex, bloody Ciel vs Astre, or some better idea in case you have it! 

Joker, Doll or Beast from the Circus. Just one of them, I'm naming the three so you can choose which. Modern aesthetic/fashion look for any of them.

Undertaker and a Bizarre Doll, in a sort of gothic-esque style. Maybe something with like a cameo frame-thingy around it would work if it's not too troublesome?

Cat!Ciels, chibi or otherwise, just being fluffy.  

grelluffandwillsprout

Grell Sutcliff x Reader

William T. Spears x Reader

platonic Lizzy x Sieglinde

Grell Sutcliff

Elizabeth Midford

Soma and Agni (together)

dipothebookworm

ciel/lizzy (ship)-lizzy gives ciel a fencing lesson

lizzy/seglinde(platonic/friendship)-they have asleepover. modern AU

ciel goes christmas shopping with sebastian (no ship) (before current arc)ciel/lizzy (ship) going for a walk, holding hands

lizzy and Earl Grey dueling/about to duel

Sebastian in a seifuku (preferably pink and very cute)

ciel in a dress (again) and very annoyed about it

greenfiredragonfly

Ciel gets sick, and Lizzie and Soma fret over his health; Ciel is either only mentioned, or appears briefly, with the fic focusing on Lizzie and Soma's attempts to help

Before Sebastian can be summoned, Undertaker rescues Ciel (and his twin, if you want to include him) from the cult

Soma/Lizzie (ship) - AU or possibly post-canon where Lizzie is the queen's watchdog1) Vincent and Frances as children, running or playing on the lawn of the Phantomhive Estate

Lizzie and Sieglinde; Lizzie teaching Sieglinde about British fashion: showing her dresses, etc.

Lizzie and Agni practicing with swords, Agni looking impressed

Lizzie and Soma, something cute and shippy

thequeensfakedog

Ciel and Astre (Our Ciel) taking care of each other in the cult

Astre (Our Ciel) and Alois (ship) going to a ball together

Vincent and Diedrich (shipping optional) going on a murder case for the Queen together 

Ciel and Astre (Our Ciel) in the cult

Astre ("Ciel") and Alois (ship) doing basically anything together (modern or Victorian era)

Vincent and Diedrich (shipping optional) teasing each other/Vincent teasing Diedrich and Diedrich being angry about it

ifbatmanwereajedi

Grell goes overboard decorating the Reaper Dispatch for Christmas

Ciel finds old letters from his parents

Undertaker holds a comedy show to find the best joke out there

Anything with grell honestly I love them but specifically Grell in the Mean Girls Santa outfit

Claude dressed like Spider-Man

Madame Red and Grell actually happy 

queencamelia

Charles Grey and Elizabeth Midford fencing or dueling. :D

Anything regarding Francis Midford and Vincent Phantomhive. Anything. 

Lizzy and real!Ciel's interactions after discovering the truth about TCT.

Fabulous Lau lowkey shipping everyone of age. EVERYONE. (The Reapers are pissed, Queen's butlers are flustered.)

Ciel and co. thinking Queen Victoria's the true enemy, then Aleistor Chamber reveals he's the main Kuro villain and that he's had a hand in every scheme thus far.

Charles Grey and Elizabeth Midford fencing!

Edward and Lizzy being dorks. Maybe Edward tearing up because his little sister's about to marry? Ahaha I'm not picky. ^^

Claudia Phantomhive, Undertaker, Vincent Phantomhive, and Francis Midford in a family portrait???

easterneuropeswife

Ciel/Elizabeth going on a date

something involving the Prefects from Weston

something involving the Grim Reapers (whoever they want to pick)

Joanne Harcourt

Edward Midford

Doll/Freckles 

hippykattrs

The two nine year old twins, Ciel and Astre, are having trouble sleeping. So, despite being sleep deprived, the two manage to stay up late telling stories and giggling. In their wake, they manage to catch the attention of Tanaka, who sings them to sleep. (Set in the cannon universe.)

A Hogwarts! AU, but set in Weston. The houses are the same, but it's still set in the Victorian Era.

The mourning process had never suited the Spare. He had lost everything, and he knew nothing would ever change that fact. So, despite the world around him urging him to cry, he decides to stand strong. Ciel would be. So he figured he could too. // (Please contact me if I need to specify anything. I'm not that great at writing prompts!)1. Modern! AU. The main characters, but dabbing with fidget spinners everywhere. // 2. Super edgy and dramatic™ drawing of Ciel. // 3. A headshot of Ciel and his brother.

theshadowisanotaku

Grell dressed as madam red

soma eating curry

gregory violet dressed as undertaker.

redrosecrown

Claudia/Undertaker going on a picnic inside a red cave.

Sebastian being Madam Red butler, where Madam Red sold her soul to him for giving birth and raising a child until 18 years old.

Grell baking a cake, and ruining her clothes in the process.

Sebastian getting a birthday surprise from his mother, where she gets him 100 cats, and Ciel gets furious.

Undertaker decorating Ciel's mansion with his own style. Ciel gets angry.

Viscount of Druitt has a half-demon sister. With Undertaker and her, he goes ice-skating.1.Undertaker painting Ciel wearing a violet dress and eating cake.

Undertaker and Claudia decorating a Christmas Tree.

Undertaker wearing Lizzy's clothes.

Undertaker decorating Ciel's mansion with his own style. Ciel gets angry.

Gregory Violet falling in love with Lizzy. He writes her a secret message, and watches her reading the letter.

Grell wearing Ciel's dress, he had worn in the party where he meets Viscount of Druitt.

Viscount of Druitt has a half-demon sister. With Undertaker and her, he goes ice-skating.

anonymous prompts

Modern AU, somehow, Drocell's sessions with a therapist, confronting what he has and doesn't have of his humanity

Sebastian and Agni trying to outdo each other as butlers, friendly competition that's really just thinly veiled flirting

Mindless fluff, Ciel and Elizabeth shopping for holiday presents for family and household

Grell in a green witch arc dress (but properly fitted)

The twins dressed as the prince and the pauper style aesthetic

The twins modeling on the cover of vogue

Cielois (ship) having tea, playing chess, and/or cuddling while reading in the library

Our!Alois and Real!Alois meeting

Lizzie throwing Alois a birthday party bc she finds out he doesn't really have any friends

Alois Trancy, Lizzie being a bad*ss

Fem!Grell in a nice dress

Undertaker babysitting the twins

Diederich babysitting Vincent while he was sick at Weston School.

Sebastian taking care of a stubborn, sick Ciel who refuses to stay in bed (bonus points if you add angst)

Sebastian carrying Ciel is something always good to see.

Ciel messily trying to decorate a cake (bonus points if you add Sebastian looking both amused and disappointed)

Undertaker and Grell braiding each other's hair.

Lizzy helps Ciel with his studies (ship optional)

Mey-Rin, Finny and Bard preparing dinner without Sebastian

Sieglinde Sullivan and Lizzy discussing about Ciel's work over tea-Lizzy with her hair down

Grey in Weston College uniform

Real Ciel picking flowers with his twin

The household having to take care of Pluto until Sebastian returns home

Ciel being mistaken for a girl by a group of ladies who decide to pamper him

Grell getting lost in the city and being adopted by a group of kids- Grell and/or Undertaker  enjoying a train ride

GrellxUndertaker - Grell lying on the autopsy table trying to flirt with Undertaker 

Ciel wandering the city in commoners clothes, maybe with a group of children 

Vincents life as queen's watch dog

Shinigami dispatch life

Twin ciel angst

Sieglinde (maybe with wolfram)

Shinigami Dispatch/ or trio (william, grell, ronald), or just grell or ronald

Anything Alois related

Madame red and Grell

#black butler #kuroshitsuji #art prompts #writing prompts #prompt list #Ciel's Death Day 2018

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For: Hannibalcatharsis-zero Artist: Cider (PucchinPudding) Prompt: Sieglinde, Modern Au, rocking Japanese Street fashion Author’s Notes: I hope you like it! ;u; I tried to mix in purikura style into it and some kuro refs~  Sullivan is one of my favorites too so I hope I did her justice!

#Kuroshitsuji #Black Butler #Sieglinde Sullivan #hannibalcatharsiszero #pucchinpudding #fanart #Ciel's Death Day 2018 #submission

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For: nanu#8770 Artist: somniiari Prompt: The twins modeling on the cover of vogue. Author’s Notes: Here you go, Nanu! I had a lot of fun making your gift and I hope you like it! The twins are the most fashionable boys. I was inspired by modern Japanese street fashion; I thought it suited them.

#somniiari #nanu #kuroshitsuji #black butler #ciel phantomhive #our ciel phantomhive #real ciel phantomhive #fanart #submission #Ciel's Death Day 2018

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For: dipothebookworm Artist: essy-essy Prompt: ciel/lizzy (ship) going for a walk, holding hands Author’s Notes: I really do hope you like it!

#dipothebookworm #essyessy #essy-essy #kuroshitsuji #black butler #ciel phantomhive #our ciel phantomhive #elizabeth midford #cielizzy #fanart #submission #Ciel's Death Day 2018

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For: essy-essy Artist: hippykattrs Prompt: Lizzy with her hair down Author’s Notes: I have finally finished my gift! Please accept my apologies for turning this in so late, I’m not the best at picture taking. My house doesn’t have the best lighting, either. :/ I hope that you had a great new year, and I look forward to seeing what’s next. Thank you for being patient with me!

#essyessy #essy-essy #hippykattrs #kuroshitsuji #black butler #elizabeth midford #fanart #submission #Ciel's Death Day 2018

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For: grelluffandwillsprout Artist: theshadowisanotaku Prompt: Elizabeth Midford

#grelluffandwillsprout #theshadowisanotaku #kuroshitsuji #black butler #elizabeth midford #fanart #submission #Ciel's Death Day 2018

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Thy Sheepe Shall Take No Harme

For: hippykattrs Author: greenfiredragonfly Pairings/Characters: Ciel, Astre (our!Ciel), Tanaka Warnings: none Prompt: The two nine year old twins, Ciel and Astre, are having trouble sleeping. So, despite being sleep deprived, the two manage to stay up late telling stories and giggling. In their wake, they manage to catch the attention of Tanaka, who sings them to sleep. (Set in the cannon universe.) Author’s Notes: Um. This was really fun to write, and it’s something that I never would have done on my own, so thank you! :) The title is from Shakespeare, where he (maybe) references the song. I just. Really loved writing this prompt.

“Hey, Ciel?”

Astre’s whisper hangs in the darkness of their bedroom for a long moment.  Then there comes a rustle of bed sheets, and a slightly muffled voice breaks the silence.

 “Yeah?” Ciel answers, his face half buried in his pillow.  His voice has the slow drawl of the recently woken.

“Oh—!” Astre exclaims softly.  He hadn’t meant to wake Ciel, and immediately he backtracks, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.  Go back to sleep.”

“No,” his brother says, his voice still thick, “I’m awake.  What’s wrong?  Are you feeling bad?”

Unseen, the younger twin’s face pinches at the question, and he picks at the prickly end of a feather escaping his duvet.

“I’m fine,” he insists, “I just can’t get to sleep.”

“Oh,” says Ciel, a smile obvious in his voice, “because you’re excited for tomorrow, right?” 

“Maybe,” Astre admits, although he feels closer to nervous than excited.  Reluctance draws out the word, and he is met by soft laughter.

“You are!” the older twin exclaims in a whisper, and Astre hides a frown against the hem of his quilt.  There is another rustle as Ciel tumbles out of his bed, scampering across the room to climb into his brother’s.  He lands with a bounce, and the sheets are tugged out of Astre’s grip by his scrabbling knees. 

Ciel leans over his brother, and Astre can see his grin illuminated by a streak of moonlight that slips in though a crack in the curtains.

“It’s okay,” Ciel says, “I’m excited too.”

Astre’s reluctance melts in the face of his brother’s obvious glee, and he softens as he smiles almost involuntarily back.  The boys grin at each other in the dark for a moment, before Astre says,

“But what do you think we’ll do in London?  We’re staying for a whole week; do you think we’ll get to see Aunt Ann?”

“Probably,” Ciel nods, “Mother will want to take her shopping, but Father will have meetings to go to.  I just hope we get to go to a party.  We’re probably tall enough to dance with Mother, now.  Wouldn’t that be fun?”

“Oh,” Astre says with a pout, “dancing, really?  You know I don’t really like to…”

“Pfft!” Ciel scoffs, “It’ll be fun, you’ll see.  Everyone likes parties.  You get to dress up and be important.”

Astre sighs.

“If you say so….  But that can’t be all we’ll do for a week.”

“Hmm, you’re right,” says Ciel, and he scrunches up his brow for a moment before saying, “Maybe Father will take us with him on a job for the Queen.  That’d be exciting!”

“That would be dangerous,” Astre hedges, “Father wouldn’t….”

“It’d be an adventure!” Ciel declares, bouncing slightly on the bed, “We’d be like the Rowdy Count from the stories, and go after villains so terrible that even Scotland Yard can’t catch them.  Father will track down a criminal and corner him, but, boom, another villain comes out of hiding behind him!  That’s where we come in—and I’ll pull out a sword, and fight him off so that father can catch the other one.  And the villains are pirates, so the fight goes on, and clash, clash!” Ciel straightens up, and gestures with his arms, “I disarm him, and you pick up his sword, and faced by both of us, and father having caught his first mate, the pirate captain gives in!”  

Ciel falls backwards onto the bed with a thump, arms spread, and Astre looks cross-eyed at his brother’s curled fingers that land in front of his nose.  The younger twin levers himself up on one elbow and peers down at his brother.

“You’re not that good at fencing,” he says, and Ciel giggles.

“No,” he agrees, yawning slightly, “and Father wouldn’t need us, either.  He’s the best.”

“As good as Aunt Frances?” Astre asks, raising an eyebrow, and Ciel makes a face. 

Astre laughs.   

“Well, what do you think will happen?” asks Ciel, and Astre hesitates.  Here, in the dark, in stories, the twins could do anything.  Here, Astre could be….

“What if it’s not so straight forward?” he whispers, “What if…we don’t even get to London, because…our carriage is robbed!”

“Oooohh,” Ciel says, and rolls over on his side to face his brother, his cheek resting on a bent arm, “go on.”

“So, so the carriage is robbed, but we can’t let the robbers know who we are, because our family is important.  So we say—we say that father is a lawyer coming back from meeting with someone, and we and mother are sharing the carriage so she doesn’t have to travel alone to London to visit her sister.  So the carriage is stolen, and we all have to pretend not to be noble, and we have to walk.  All the way to the next town.  And no one knows us there, and we were robbed, so we can’t hire anyone to take us home or to the city.  But there’s an old man who has a carriage, and he says that anyone who can beat him in a game of chess can win it.  And Mother tries, and Father tries, and they can’t beat him.  So it’s just down to you and me.  And the old man is old, and has lots of experience playing chess, since he’s too old to walk much.  And I have a lot of experience playing chess, because I can’t go out, and I play him next and beat him!  And we take the carriage to London,” Astre finishes, biting his lip.  Ciel is looking up at him though the fingers of one outstretched hand, and as Astre trails off, he smiles.

“You would win,” he says, “you’re really good at chess.  But father can defeat you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Astre mumbles, “I know.”

Ciel yawns again and rubs at one eye with an open palm.

“Go to sleep,” says Astre, and Ciel grins up at him.

“Okay,” he chirps, and tugs some of Astre’s blankets over his shoulder.  Astre’s eyes narrow in the dark.

“In your own bed,” he whines, prodding at his brother, who giggles.

“Nope,” Ciel declares, “I like this one better.  Your quilt is softer.”

“Cieeeel,” Astre moans, and pokes at his brother’s cheek where it peeks out from under the duvet.  Ciel giggles again and reaches back, prodding Astre in the stomach, and soon the twins are shoving lightly at each other and laughing.  Somewhere along the line, the quilt ends up being kicked onto the floor, and this is how Tanaka finds them: flushed, bright-eyed, and overcome with giggles as they bounce over the bed.

The butler’s candle cuts a swath of yellow over the room as he opens the door, and the boys freeze.

“You two…” Tanaka says, stepping into the room and placing the candle holder down on their bedside dresser, “You should be asleep at this hour.  Your mother wants to leave early in the morning.”

“Aw, but Gramps….” Ciel wheedles, only for Tanaka to cut him off with a tut.

“Into your own bed, young master,” the butler instructs, and Ciel gives in, grumbling.  With a sigh, Tanaka bends to scoop the quilt off of the floor and smoothes it over the bed, tucking Astre in as he reaches the boy. 

“Thank you Gramps,” Astre says softly as Tanaka pulls the quilt up to his chin.  Tanaka gives a slight smile in return, before pulling away and heading towards the door.

“Get some rest, young masters,” the butler says, his candle stick held at chest height as he pauses to look at the twins; both boys are dwarfed by the thick blankets, only their dark heads of hair visible where they’re nestled into their pillows.  He makes to leave the room, but Ciel calls after him.

“But Astre can’t fall asleep!” he says in a piping voice, and Tanaka turns back.

“Then I suppose I’ll just have to do something about that,” he says, looking at Astre, whose eyes are already half shut, and Ciel, whose wide eyes peep out from the edge of his quilt. 

Smiling, Tanaka sinks down onto one of the divans at the end of each bed, and closes his eyes. 

“Let’s see,” he says, his voice soft and raspy, “a song to help the young master sleep… Ah.”  And he sings:

“Little boy blue,

“Come blow your horn,

“The sheep’s in the meadow,

“The cow’s in the corn;

“Where is the boy,

“Who looks after the sheep?

“He’s under the haystack,

“Fast asleep.

“Will you wake him?

“No, not I;

“For if I do,

“He’s sure to cry.”               

Tanaka’s low, slightly scratchy voice fades into silence and he opens his eyes.  Looking over the sleeping twins, a full smile comes over his face.  Then he stands with the candle held carefully in his hand as he makes his way once again to the door.  He lingers there, surveying the room one last time, before slowly shutting it behind him; the line of yellow light thins and then vanishes, casting the room once more in only black and silver from the moon.

#greenfiredragonfly #hippykattrs #kuroshitsuji #black butler #ciel phantomhive #our ciel phantomhive #real ciel phantomhive #tanaka #fanfiction #submission #Ciel's Death Day 2018

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That butler ~ Nursing

For: petty-bocchan Author: redrosecrown Pairings/Character: Sebastian, Our Ciel(Young Master), Lizzy. (Soma and Agni were briefly mentioned) Warnings: N/A Prompt: // 3.- Sebastian taking care of a stubborn, sick Ciel who refuses to stay in bed (bonus points if you add angst) Author’s Notes: Lord Black is fictional. He’s a character I made up.

-“Young master, it seems that you have fever,” I said. “We should cancel all of our plans for today.”

-“I’m fine.”

-It was the first morning of February, and the ground was frozen from the snow, which covered everything that was ugly and beautiful, dead or alive, including my master’s sense of reason. His stubborn face refused to look at my beautiful, demonic eyes, as he was slurping down his favorite tea. The lemon cake, however, was left untouched, obviously now meant for the mouths of our servants.

-“You’re burning,” I said. Now, the master was starting to look pale, and he was shivering when he got out of his bed.

-“This is nothing.”

-“You’re feeling cold, even though, I kept the fire burning all night,” said Sebastian, buttoning Earl’s shirt.

-“I said I was fine,” he continued in that stubborn and deceitful manner.

-I started unbuttoning the white shirt.

-“What are you doing, Sebastian?”

-“Your health is my first priority,” I said, “and, nothing can override that. Even an order by you, I’m afraid.”

-“That’s the last thing I need, another day of being bed-ridden” said Young Master under his breath, oblivious to the fact that I could hear him even from the hallway. I went down to cook a Pot-au-feu and some pudding, and I didn’t forget to call the doctor. Master used to be asthmatic. I must be careful, for the illness might return.

-“His fever is really high,” said the doctor, shaking his head. “He must stay in bed at least three days, I’m afraid.”

-“At least three days?” exclaimed Young Master. His pale face was now flushed in rage. “I don’t have that time!”

-“Master, please, stay in bed,” I said, after the doctor left. “You heard the doctor.”

-“No, I don’t want to stay in bed,” said he, trying to unbutton his pajamas, but he almost fell down.

-“Can’t you see that you are not well, my Lord?” I said, holding him.

-“Okay, I’ll stay in bed only for a few hours,” said he looking angry. “Sebastian, I command you to wake me up after three hours. It’s an order.”

-“Yes, my Lord,” I said, bowing elegantly.

-The servants were clumsy and unproductive and infuriating as well, but I didn’t forget to wake up my cruel ambitious Young Master. His fever was still quite high.

-“Now, let’s go to …,” he started talking, but still couldn’t stand up without feeling dizzy.

-“No, young master,” I said pushing him back in his bed. “You have a high fever, and you ought to stay in bed as the doctor instructed you.”

-“You, bastard, let me up,” he grunted, looking furious. His pale face became red. I have to manipulate him to stay in bed. Ah, humans. They are always so difficult.

-“Listen, master,” I said slowly unbuttoning his pajamas. As if I was going to let him go. “Marchioness Francis said, last week, that Lady Elizabeth will be there. You don’t want to look horrible in front of her. You face is pale, and you look terribly weak while trembling.”

-“Okay, I get it,” said he going back to bed. In fact, it’s true that Marchioness Francis said that, but I also heard from Lady Elizabeth herself, yesterday, that she won’t go there. I have to not say lies, but that doesn’t mean that I have to say everything. This lasted until 3 p.m. when Lady Elizabeth came running.

-“Oh, Ciel,” she said hugging him mercilessly. “I missed you so much…Are you sick?!”

-“Elizabeth, the real question is why you are here?” he said. “Aren’t you …”

-“Ciel, you are sick!” she shouted, and I tried to take advantage of the situation.

-“Young master insists to go to that all-day-long-party in the Lord Black’s mansion, but the doctor said that he has to stay at least three days in bed due to his high fever.”

-And, now, he had to stay in bed, because of Lady Elizabeth, but I knew well that Young Master will insist on working again, tomorrow, but I had another secret card under my sleeves but Lady Elizabeth. One of the medicines for fevers made him sleep, but still…

-“Sebastian, I don’t like bed,” he spoke feverishly. Lady Elizabeth was taking a bath. He was even worse while semi-conscious.

-“Young Master, please, I think you should stay in your bed. Your fever has just started to calm down.”

-“No, I’m very angry at you,” he spoke childishly. “I want to work, and find the killer. Her majesty insists…he majeso..” and then he fell asleep. But, he kept waking up. One time the danger was so near.

-“Dad, I want to play with Ciel,” he said angrily looking at me.

-“Oh, master, don’t talk so loudly,” I said tucking him in gently. “Lady Elizabeth will hear you.”

-Later came Prince Soma and Agni, and found Young Master in deep sleep. 

#petty-bocchan #pettybocchan #redrosecrown #Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Sebastian Michaelis #Ciel Phantomhive #Our Ciel Phantomhive #Elizabeth Midford #fanfiction #Ciel's Death Day 2018 #submission

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the shadow that never left

For: petty-bocchan Author: redrosecrown Pairings/Character: Vincent Phantomhive, Undertaker, Phantomhive Twins Warnings: N/A Prompt: Undertaker babysitting the twins Author’s Notes: Princess Joanne is a fictional character. I made her up.

-If his horse didn’t poop on the Earl of Phantomhive, and if Vincent Phantomhive didn’t make a princess angry, Undertaker would never attend Phantomhive twins’ third birthday party. Undertaker felt dizzy from laughing, while untying the Earl. Vincent had to babysit Princess Joanne, but it seems that she threw a tantrum. She wanted to be the one driving the carriage. He had wanted to take her for a picnic with the twins, but before they could set foot on the carriage again, she ordered some guards to tie him up, and help her drive.

-“A tiny princess stole your carriage?” Undertaker asked smirking.

-“Daddy was pooped,” said one of the twins pointing his finger. “Daddy was pooped,” said the other.

-“At least she is safe,” said Earl Phantomhive cleaning his face with a napkin. “Even the devil couldn’t predict this. Hahahaha.”

-“I thought it waaaas a corpse lying on the ground,” said Undertaker, smirking.

-The twins used to be so shy, and they would cry for their mother or father, the moment their divine parents were five meters away from them. They were still scardey-cats, though, but it seems that the mischievous strike of their genes has finally started to show in them. Earl of Phantomhive pardoned himself so he can have a bath, and Undertaker was left alone with two three-year-old kids. Their mother was not feeling well, and the servants were busy preparing the event, and since, Vincent asked him to babysit his children, Undertaker agreed to it.

-“Ouch!” a ball of steel suddenly hit Undertaker from behind. He even surprised himself by shouting.  Little Phantomhive had hit him on his ass.

-“Oh come on, little you,” said he raising his hands in a spooky way. “I’m going to get you.”

-And, soon there were two screaming kids and a running former Shinigami after them. He finally got one of them. The other was hiding under the table.

-“Where is the oooother oneee?” said he. There was a giggling from under the golden table. “What should I dooo? Earl wiiiiill haaaaave my head.” There was another giggling. “What is this tiiiiny shoe doing under the taaaable? Don’t tell me someone ate one of them.” He picked the giggling toddler up, who had a small C on his outfit. “I got you.”

-“Read a book for us,” said the twin that had a C on his blue dress.

-“Oh my,” said Undertaker. “Which oneee should IIIII choooooose?”

-There were dozens of books for kids on the table, and Undertaker had heard about all of them, but one particular one took his interest the most. It was the “Fenian Cycle.”

-With one twin on his right side, and the other on the left side, Undertaker felt like a father reading to his own children, the story about a golden boy that could run really fast. The sun rays that shone through the windows looked like a hand trying to grasp the little bits of hope he had in him. The mirror reflected his thoughts of the past, and smirked at his attempt to get back what he once had.

-“So, he’s the fastest in the world?” said one of them, “even faster than a horse?”

-“Even faster than a horse,” said Undertaker. “Though, no matter how fast a human is, he can never outrun death,” Undertaker thought in himself. It seems that the Earl is late.

-“Let’s play with a ball, Ciel,” said one of the twins.  They ran outside leaving Undertaker alone in the saloon. “Waiiiiit for meee,” said Undertaker, breaking free from the state of deep thoughts.

-The garden of Phantomhive was always so nice. The sun was now red, and it seems that the time for the party was soon. He didn’t buy a present for them. They played for a little while, and when Undertaker managed to protect Ciel from falling on the ground, the people from the party started coming. Undertaker really didn’t want to partake in that party, especially being present-less, but now it was too late to go back.

-“It’s so nice to have you in one of our parties, Undertaker,” said the Earl, smiling kindly. “I know you avoid social events, but it’s interesting for once in a while.”

-“Yes, once in a while,” he said thoughtfully, but a scandalous event in front of him made him double in laughter. One of the kids was running, and he had accidentally pushed an elderly man into a gigantic cake. He was a philanthropist from what Undertaker knew.

-“You are faster than Finnian,” said the twins altogether. “You saved me from falling, and you were so fast.”

-“Oh, that’s noooothiiiing,” said Undertaker smirking. “Catching you was so eaaasy.”

-“Macaroons are so delicious,” said one of them. “Do you want one?”

-“Thaaaank you,” said he picking a red one.

-Undertaker was bored, but he got to win that billiards game. The evil aristocrats always had their little secret discussions. The drugs, the human trafficking, and even occult were part of their discussion, and the Earl had always a quest from his master, the Queen.

-“Read us a story,” the twins ran to him. One of them had a Grimm’s fairy-tail book on his arms.

-“Leave the adults alone,” their father insisted.

-“Don’t worry,” said Undertaker. “I’d looooove to read them the stooory.”

-There was a princess with black hair and fair complexion named Snow White, who had an evil stepmother. There were two orphaned siblings looking for shelter in a forest, and right after Cinderella had left the palace and her shoe, and the moment that the clock stroked 12, Undertaker found himself with two sleeping twins on his lap, and he was all alone in that saloon again. This saloon was always like this. That shadows of that place seem to form the shape of her body, like the ghost of her never left that place. It was the place where he fell in love with her. The ‘her,’ whose shadow never left him alone.

#pettybocchan #redrosecrown #Ciel Phantomhive #Undertaker #kuroshitsuji #black butler #Ciel's Death Day 2018 #Vincent Phantomhive #submission

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For: mikhailis From: babelfalls Prompt: Sebastian teaching Shiori how to dance Artist Notes: I figured the excuse could be something the long the lines of Sebastian teaching Shiori to dance so she can be presentable for her newly betrothed, movieverse equivalent of Elizabeth... Where’s the lesbian sequel we deserve you cowards!!!

And, because this apparently needs saying:This is Shiori and Sebastian. DO NOT TAG AS S/EBACIEL.

#mikhailis #babelfalls #shiori genpo #sebastian michaelis #kuroshitsuji #black butler #Ciel's Death Day 2018 #fanart

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The day I became a nurse

For: petty-bocchan Author: redrosecrown Pairings/Character: Diedrich, Vincent Phantomhive Warnings: N/A Prompt: Diedrich babysitting Vincent while he was sick at Weston School.

-“Here’s your cake,” said Diedrich. His school days were about to end, but, even in his wildest imagination, he would never think that something as crazy as being a faggot at his age would happen. He imagined himself being in his 30s, and still having to make cakes for that Phantomhive. Diedrich pushed those thoughts aside as if they were just annoying flies in that summer. No way could that happen. That punk will eventually get bored of this game.

-“I don’t want it,” said Phantomhive under his blanket. Diedrich could tell that he was in the fetus position.

-“You said you wanted a sacher torte every morning,” Diedrich snapped.

-“I think I’m burning,” said Phantomhive, popping his blue head out of an aquamarine blanket.

-“I’ll call a doctor,” grunted Diedrich, leaving the door open in his trail.

-“He has fever,” said the doctor after checking him. In that blue room of his, Phantomhive had a tiny guest, a small kitten with black fur. Now, it was purring on Phantomhive’s lap. “He should rest, and not eat heavy food. Also, don’t forget to drink water, young man.”

-“I won’t,” said Phantomhive smirking, looking at a frowning Diedrich.

-Diedrich knew a special recipe. This recipe with pork and mushroom and rice will help him sleep well, and restore his energy. Pushing himself that hard to win must have taken a great toll on his fragile body. That Phantomhive knows no limits. He’s like a child, who always has had his way. Diedrich made a quick bathroom break, when a tiny, black kitten made its way into the kitchen. The pork was now gone.

-“How did you eat all of this?” exclaimed Diedrich. “You’re so little,” he spoke angrily. It was that Phantomhive’s cat.

-“Meow!”

-“Oh come,” said Diedrich picking the cat up gently. “I’ll give you some milk.”

-“Is it ready?” the Phantomhive’s voice echoed from the corridor. He was in his night-clothes.

-“Why did you leave the bed?” grunted Diedrich. “Now to bed,” he said, pushing Phantomhive on his back.

-“Please, be gentle,” said Phantomhive jokingly.

-“Shut up!” shouted Diedrich in anger; his face just as red as the Phantomhive’s.

-Because the meat was missing, preparing the dish required another hour. Phantomhive was in deep sleep, when Diedrich was done. He had also prepared a compote pudding for him.

-“Diedrich, you’re here,” said Phantomhive moaning, with a hot piece of clothing on his forehead.

-“This also needs changing,” said Diedrich.

-“You’re just like a mother,” said Phantomhive.

-“Don’t joke around, Phantomhive!” shouted Diedrich. “I’m not your mother!”

-“Thank you for taking care of me,” said Phantomhive, with his eyes half-closed.

-Night found Diedrich and Phantomhive and the newly-named kitten, Sebastian, in a state of sleep. The fever has finally started to calm down. Diedrich didn’t forget to give Phantomhive the medicine, and change the napkin on his forehead every half-of-hour. He was so tired.

-“Wake up, sleepy-head,” said Phantomhive playfully. And, now, Phantomhive was so energetic. He stayed outside all day, while Diedrich’s body was aching for a nice bath, and his head was spinning and screaming for a good night sleep. Is it like this to have a kid?

-But, Phantomhive got the fever again the next day. With an apologetic face, he asked Diedrich to make another ‘Creamy Three-Mushroom Risotto and Wine Pot-au-Feu.’

-“And, don’t forget the pudding,” he instructed him.

-And another day of nursing began. No, another week of nursing began. He was not going to let Phantomhive do as he wishes now. 

#Vincent Phantomhive #Baron Diedrich #Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #fanfiction #Ciel's Death Day 2018 #submission

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For: pucchinpudding Artist: thequeensfakedog Prompt: Sieglinde (maybe with wolfram)

#pucchinpudding #thequeensfakedog #Kuroshitsuji #Black Butler #Sieglinde Sullivan #Ciel's Death Day 2018 #fanart #submission

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his knight in sky blue satin

For: wife-of-queens-watchdog Author: queencamellia Pairings/Character: Elizabeth Midford/Ciel Phantomhive Warnings: n/a Prompt: Ciel x Lizzy spending a day together in London Author’s Notes: Cielizzy fluff is hard to write without angst for me, so just note that there’s a few angsty parts ;) This was a lot of fun to write!

Strolling down the bustling streets of London with a concerned Paula trailing after her, Lizzy’s smile was as radiant as the Sun; the gloomy London fog hardly deterred her cheery attitude. She had just finished a fitting session with Nina for her new Spring attire. Nina’s innovative and stylish designs had already stirred an overpowering feeling of joy in Lizzy’s chest, but the fact that they had finished nearly an hour ahead of schedule left her practically skipping down the cobblestone street. Had it not been for her mother’s training, she most likely would have been skipping, gossiping old ladies be damned.

“M-my lady, shouldn’t we return to the carriage?” Paula stammered meekly, wringing her hands together nervously.

Lizzy paused, then pivoted on her heel to smile at her attendant. “But Paula,” she emphasized, throwing her hands up into the air with a wild flourish. “My piano lessons are cancelled today and we’ve finished up at the seamstress’s nearly an hour early. I’m not expected home until six since Mother’s gone out to visit the Crawfords and Father was summoned by Her Majesty.”

“If Lord Edward hears about this…”

“He’ll be fine,” Lizzy dismissed, her emerald green eyes twinkling. “Besides, he’s too preoccupied with his Weston prefect duties to be extensively monitoring his little sister. How about we go shopping?”

Paula bit her lip nervously, unconvinced. “But…”

“Oh, come on, Paula,” Lizzy wheedled, tugging on her attendant’s sleeve. “I haven’t been out and around in forever.”

Under Lizzy’s beseeching look, the mousy brown haired woman relented, shoulders slumping. “Please, at least stay by my side, young miss,” Paula pleaded, knowing that it was already a lost cause.

Lizzy beamed. “I’ll do my best. Thank you, Paula.”

The attendant blushed under her praise, bobbing her head and shuffling after her enthusiastic charge. The blonde turned around and began admiring the displays in the store windows, her smile not faltering the slightest bit…even when a group of chattering girls in pointed high heels and fashionable maroon dresses walked past her.

“My, isn’t this beautiful, Paula?” Lizzy breathed, her hand reaching out to touch the glass before abruptly dropping back to her side. She didn’t want to smear the glass with her fingertips. Instead, her eyes trailed the cerulean dress wistfully, appreciating every subtle detail from the lacy ruffled neckline to the pleated out-layer skirt.

“The shade would certainly suit your eyes,” Paula agreed amiably, her demeanor softening and anxiousness melting away from observing her charge’s blatant happiness. The two lingered in front of the store, unsure if purchasing the dress would be a betrayal of Nina’s trust. Fortunately, their musing was cut off by a familiar voice.

“My, my, what do we have here?”

Lizzy stiffened, then whipped around abruptly and squealed, “Sebastian! How are you? Are you here with Ciel?”

To his credit, the Phantomhive butler hardly flinched, despite the proximity and high pitch of Lizzy’s squeal. His smile did, however, minisculely twitch. “Lady Elizabeth,” he acknowledged, bowing deeply. There was a deceptively innocent smile on his face as he informed her, “I’ve just finished some errands and am doing well, thank you. I see you are in good health as well. The young master is in London for some business matters. ”

“Business matters?” Lizzy echoed, crossing her arms over her chest and narrowing her eyes. “I don’t suppose said business matters relate to that dreadful incident on the Campania, do they?”

“Of course not. That case is closed,” Sebastian answered smoothly, not faltering the slightest under Lizzy’s penetrating stare. For what seemed like the hundredth time, Lizzy wished that she had her mother’s ability to effortlessly exude confidence and coolness. Even though Lizzy was steadily working to become as physically strong as her mother, she still had much to learn when it came to the finer subtleties of conversation. Intimidation? Seduction? Hah, the thought of Lizzy successfully performing either of those techniques was laughable.

“And is the matter which Ciel is attending to extremely urgent?” Lizzy persisted.

Sebastian paused.

Although he did not answer her question, his hesitation was enough. “May you take us to him?” Lizzy requested, giving the Phantomhive butler her most innocent smile. “Somehow, I’m inclined to thinking that Ciel hasn’t had much time to relax and enjoy himself. He needs to take a break every once in awhile, you know.”

“My lady!”

Paula’s exclamation was nothing more than a token protest: Lizzy knew that her attendant silently agreed with the sentiment. Not only that, but Lizzy also knew that her attendant cared greatly for her happiness. And Lizzy’s happiness…

Her happiness lay with Ciel.

Sebastian studied her unwavering expression, searching for something. Evidently, he found what he was looking for, as he bowed once more. “As you wish: I shall lead you to where my lord is currently located. Shall I call a carriage?”

“Is it far?”

“Not particularly, my lady.”

“Then no, we walk,” Lizzy decided firmly. “Ciel needs to come outside more, anyways.”

Sebastian’s lips twitched upwards into a roguish smirk. Lizzy envied the butler’s chiseled face and pale complexion: sometimes it felt as if she was dealing with a being of perfection rather than an actual, flawed human. “Please follow me. If you have any other requests, please feel free to inform me and I shall perform my utmost best to follow them through.”

The walk hardly took more than four minutes, but the sheer complexity of the route they took captivated Lizzy completely. Turns, twists, and past the more expensive London districts they went. Evidently, Ciel wasn’t at his usual London abode.

Abruptly, Sebastian halted in his tracks. Lizzy nearly bumped into him, having mindlessly followed the raven-haired butler for the past few minutes, but her instincts honed from fencing saved her. Instead of colliding into the butler, she nimbly darted to the left, leaping over a muddy puddle and landing safely on dry cobblestone.

“My apologies, Lady Elizabeth. We have arrived,” Sebastian informed her, gesturing to the café before him. “May I enter and inform him of your presence?”

“That would be great. Thank you,” Lizzy acknowledged absentmindedly, staring at the café entrance with poorly disguised interest. New Jonathan’s, read the wooden sign hanging at the door. Lizzy had heard of it before from her father: he often spoke of the stock trading going on in the coffee shops down Sweeting’s Alley, but Lizzy had never taken much interest in such matters. After all, women were banned from cafés, much to her mother’s irritation.

There was the signature click-clack sound of Ciel’s boots, then the door to the café opened. “Elizabeth,” he said crossly.

Lizzy scowled at his sullen attitude. “It’s Lizzy. Lih-zee. Come now, Ciel. Is that all you have to say when your dearest fiance visits you?”

Oops, there was more bitterness that leaked into her question than Lizzy would’ve liked. Ciel’s lack of presence at the recent parties had annoyed Lizzy to an extent, but she didn’t mean to attack him. Lizzy winced, biting her lip and offering Ciel a sheepish smile and hopeful apology. “Sorry?”

Ciel gave her a long, suffering look before sighing resignedly. “Do you need something, Lizzy?”

Lizzy ignored the annoyance swimming in his sapphire blue eyes and instead focused on his demeanor. Usually, Ciel presented himself at his utmost best regardless of what company he held: straightened back, chin up, and all. However, unlike his usual confident demeanor, there was an air of weariness around the earl. His shoulders slumped and movements sluggish, Ciel concealed his exhaustion rather poorly.

No matter what her workaholic fiance said, he needed a break. And if she was to be hated for forcing him on that break — well, so be it. She cared too much about him to allow him to burn himself out from his Watchdog duties.

“I was informed that you were in town and guessed that you might need some cheerier company!” Lizzy said cheerily, reminding herself not to coo over Ciel’s adorably petulant scowl. His attempt at intimidation had nothing over Mother’s terrifying glower, but she pretended to look cowed all the same.

“Lizzy, I have work to do.” A-hah, there it was: Ciel’s patented excuse. Not that his Watchdog duties weren’t important, but Lizzy was not to be deterred.

“And I, as your fiance, have been delegated the duty to ensure you don’t overwork yourself,” Lizzy declared obstinately, observing his irritated look critically. “I daresay you look rather vexed, Ciel. I know that your work is important to you, but what use is it if you are not in good health?”

“Lizzy,” Ciel grouched, but there was a hint of fondness that leaked into his voice. The azure-haired earl really was a softy at heart. He hardly protested when Lizzy took his hand (once again, social rules be damned) and tugged him away from the coffeeshop and onto the bustling main street.

“Shall we attend the music halls? Or perhaps a shop— oh, Ciel! Let’s go in here!”

“Lizzy,” Ciel said patiently, his ever-prevalent scowl deepening, “that’s a toy store.”

“And?”

“I sell toys.”

“And?”

“Why would I give more business to a competitor?” Ciel questioned rhetorically.

Lizzy rolled her eyes, huffing, “We can just peruse the store, if you’re that averse to buying from it. Wouldn’t it benefit you if you discover what your competitors are selling?”

Ciel paused, suddenly observing the toy store with renewed interest. “You may be right,” he admitted grudgingly.

Lizzy sent him another bright smile before darting inside. The bell to the shop rung as the door swung closed, the telltale click-clack of Ciel’s footsteps resounding behind her.

“Oh my, Ciel, look at this!” Lizzy gushed in adoration, picking up a stuffed blue bear and presenting it to her fiance. “It looks like you.”

Ciel’s eyebrows scrunched together as he eyed the toy with thinly veiled contempt. “It does not.”

Lizzy giggled: his petulant scowl matched the bear’s expression exactly, although she was mindful enough not to mention it. “Didn’t you like board games?” she asked instead, gesturing to the games proudly displayed on the shelves. “Look, they even have some American games. I haven’t seen this one in your shop.”

Ciel drew closer, an thrilling feeling shocking her body as his shoulder brushed past hers. “I should have Sebastian ask Bard about these,” he murmured, staring critically at the wooden board game and turning it over for closer examination. Then, he paused and turned to face her, his azure eyes meeting her emerald. Blatant disbelief shone in his face. “You…know what’s in my shop?”

Lizzy’s smile grew a little wider. “You know that the Funtom toy stores are probably the most popular toy stores in England. As your fiance, I have to prepare for more than just your Watchdog duties, you know,” she informed softly, somehow unable to draw herself away from his steady gaze.

“I thought that you’d…” Ciel’s voice trailed off, but Lizzy knew him well enough to finish his train of thought.

Lizzy pursed her lips. “I wouldn’t make you give up toymaking, Ciel.”

“It’s hardly fitting of an earl.”

“You want to make people happy, right? That’s noble enough for me,” Lizzy chided gently, her hand unconsciously reaching for his. Wordlessly, Lizzy found herself standing beside Ciel, staring at the shelves of board games while intertwining her pinkie with his. “And…it makes you happy,” Lizzy added quietly.

Ciel froze, a curious expression on his face. A multitude of emotions flashed in his eyes, most of which Lizzy couldn’t decipher. Then, in a similarly lowered voice, he asked, “Does it?”

“It does,” Lizzy said with certainty, remembering the times when she would stumble upon a contemplative but definitely content Ciel testing out a prototype toy.

“Am I happy?”

And although Lizzy knew she was missing something important in this conversation, she answered truthfully, “I hope so.”

Ciel’s eyes darted towards her, then to her ever surmounting surprise, his lips tugged upwards in the tiniest smile. “Maybe I am.”

His pinkie curled around hers a little tighter.

Lizzy hummed under her breath, fastidiously ignoring the scarlet tint of her fiance’s cheeks.

They exited the toy store after perusing the various knick knacks for another half-hour. Lizzy felt rather accomplished: before, Ciel walked with a weariness that rivalled elderly men. But now, watching him stride down the street confidently with a slight bounce in his step, Lizzy felt an overwhelming sense of relief.

She was worried about him. She really was, but there was little she could do about his self-destructive tendencies without overstepping her fiance boundaries and Lizzy hated this feeling of uselessness. But at the very least— at the very least, she could do this for him.

“Lizzy, do you want to look at the dresses?

Obviously, the offer was made out of courtesy rather than actual desire: Ciel looked as if he’d rather die than step into a dress shop willingly with her. Then again, she knew him to always follow through with his promises: Ciel would join her in the shop if she wished to enter. He’d suffer through whatever long, tortuous ordeal of dress-up Lizzy would put him through just to make her happy, and it was these moments that reminded Lizzy why she loved her fiance so fiercely.

“I’m alright,” Lizzy replied absentmindedly, staring at the cerulean dress displayed in the window. They must have came full circle, for they were back on the street with Nina’s shop. “Why don’t we—?”

Unfortunately, before Lizzy could suggest going to the nearby ice cream parlor, Ciel grabbed her abruptly and pulled her to his left. “Ciel, what—?”

“We have pursuers,” he hissed under his breath. “Don’t look behind us: they’re armed. Sebastian will take care of them.”

Lizzy’s eyebrows must’ve raised above her hairline. “Ciel, I can’t just ignore the fact that several armed men are strolling down the streets of London and following us. And didn’t Sebastian run off to finish some errands?”

“Just — get in the store,” Ciel ordered, tugging desperately at her sleeve. “Come on, Lizzy.”

Lizzy softened at the worry reflecting in his sapphire blue eyes, then straightened herself. “Ciel, do you trust me?”

To Lizzy’s surprise, his response was immediate. “I do.”

Feeling her cheeks toast, Lizzy glanced to the right in an effort to avert his gaze. Mustering her confidence, Lizzy managed to sound relatively commanding. “Then follow my lead.”

Immediately, Lizzy swerved to the left, rounding the corner and quickly pulling Ciel and herself into the first shop she saw. “How many?” she asked quietly.

“Three.”

The perfect number: too many, and people would take notice. Too little, and they’d be unable to take out the Queen’s Watchdog. Lizzy watched their pursuers round the corner and grinned when she recognized the guns hanging on their belts: Lancaster pistols. That made things easier for Lizzy: compared to the Webley revolvers, which reloaded much faster, the pistols were practically ancient.

Slipping her swords —Lizzy had gotten into the habit of carrying two swords instead of one after the Campania incident—  out of their sheathes underneath her petticoat, Lizzy counted to three before slamming open the door and lunging forward.

Their pursuers, taken off guard, only noticed her after she had already knocked one of their comrades unconscious. Immediately, Lizzy felt two gunshots whizz to her left and barely dodged.

Leave them no chance to reload, echoed her mother’s voice in her head.

Spinning around, Lizzy decided that now was the ideal time for experimentation. She’d seen her parents and even some other talented fencers —a certain Queen’s butler came to mind— slice through guns easily with their swords, but had never tried such herself. After all, the walking corpses on the Campania hardly needed arms to be dangerous.

Her feet nimbly dancing around the men, she lunged forward and was delighted to see one of the men’s guns slice in two. She had forgotten the feeling of exhilaration that accompanied engaging enemies. Of course, she had also forgotten that in attacking the man, she was now right beside the other man…who still had a loaded pistol.

Lizzy made a mental note that if she survived this encounter, she should work on her common sense.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

To her astonishment, Lizzy didn’t feel any holes tear through her body. On the contrary, she was staring numbly at the two remaining men groaning on the ground, clutching their legs. Lizzy turned around to see Ciel standing behind her with the most furious expression on his face, the gun in his hand still smoking.

Stowing the gun back in its holder, Ciel glanced to their right. “You’re late, Sebastian.”

“My apologies. I’m glad to see that you and Lady Elizabeth are unharmed, young master,” Sebastian returned, his eyes flashing with an emotion that Lizzy might’ve called amusement. “Should I take care of these three?”

“Take them out of our sight,” Ciel ordered.

The smirk on the butler’s face almost made Lizzy shiver. “As you wish, my lord.”

“Ciel…”

“Don’t,” Ciel cut off, scowling at her. “That was reckless, Lizzy.”

The anger that surged from that comment shocked herself. “What was I supposed to do, Ciel? Let them shoot at you?”

“Sebastian would’ve taken care of it.”

“And how would I know that he’d come fast enough? For all I knew, he was on the other side of town!”

“We could’ve distracted them long enough!”

“And how could you ensure that they wouldn’t start shooting at us before we could distract them long enough? They clearly don’t care about hurting the public, considering they attacked in broad daylight.”

“I can’t lose you!”

Lizzy’s breath hitched. She stared at her fiance with rounded eyes, her mouth parted in the tiniest ‘o’ shape, unable to turn away from the intensity of Ciel’s gaze.

“I can’t lose you,” he repeated again, his fists clenching and cheeks splashed with a rosy pink. “Not you, too.”

Lizzy didn’t know how she managed to find her voice, but she did. “And I can’t lose you, either,” she replied simply, meeting his unwavering gaze with a certainty and confidence she didn’t know she possessed.

Ciel flinched, as if her words had physically struck him. Then, his shoulders slumped and he relented, “Please don’t…please try not to put yourself in such danger again.”

“I make no promises,” Lizzy returned evenly.

A small, almost sad smile quirked on his lips. “You really have changed from the cheery, oblivious girl I remember.”

Lizzy rolled her eyes, an undoubtedly unladylike gesture that would never win her mother’s approval. “No, Ciel,” she corrected. “I’m still her. I’m just…this, too.”

“I’m…starting to see that.”

“You’re not…scared?” To her mortification, Lizzy’s voice came out much more hesitant than she wanted to. She was supposed to act flippant and confident, not needy for her fiance’s approval! Ciel already had enough on his plate: a shy and unsure fiance was not what he needed right now.

“Of you?” Ciel looked visibly surprised at the question. The answer slipped off of his lips without hesitation. “Never.”

He probably didn’t even realize the impact his nonchalant answer had on her. Lizzy swayed precariously on her feet, feeling her cheeks flush a light pink. Her eyes, funnily enough, were fixtated on her low-heeled shoes. “Thank you,” she whispered. “For saving me.”

“You saved me first,” Ciel replied, the blatant affection in his voice making Lizzy blush again. “And…well…”

Lizzy glanced upwards to find her fiance blushing and frantically looking for Sebastian to save him. “…and?” she prompted, staring at him in confusion.

“…youreimportanttome.”

“Pardon?”

“You’re…important to me, Lizzy,” Ciel said uncomfortably, eyes darting from side to side and looking at everywhere except her. “I…you…you might not need my protection, but I promise I’ll do my best to keep you safe.”

Lizzy’s lips quirked upwards. “You’re important to me too,” she chimed in, reaching out to him and squeezing his hand gently. “And thank you, Ciel.”

“My lady!”

Lizzy squealed, whipping around and spotting Paula running up to them in the distance. “Oh, Paula…I’m so sorry! I completely forgot about you,” she babbled.

“My lady, we must hurry back. Your brother’s returned home early,” Paula explained hurriedly. In a moment of seconds, Lizzy’s rather scarlet face turned a pallid white. “And—”

“Paula?”

The servant blushed. “I-I’m so s-sorry for interrupting! Continue on!” Paula stammered, wringing her hands and stepping backwards. Lizzy followed her attendant’s gaze down to their intertwined hands and immediately flushed scarlet once again. Hurriedly, both of them jumped back, stuttering and babbling nonsensical excuses.

“H-he was just—”

“—I was just—”

“Oh, don’t worry, earl,” Paula reassured seriously, “I won’t tell Lord Edward. Carry on.”

Lizzy was surprised she wasn’t a complete tomato at this point, but she couldn’t bring herself to meet Ciel’s eyes. Suddenly, the cool London air felt extremely hot. “P-Paula,” Lizzy attempted to explain, “We were just…checking…”

“Checking?”

“…our…temperature?” Lizzy tried.

“Your…temperature,” Paula repeated haltingly, utterly confused.

“Never mind,” Lizzy said hurriedly, cheeks flushing even more when she heard Ciel snicker to her right. “Let’s just go. Ciel, I’ll see you later. Please take care of yourself, alright?”

“I make no promises,” Ciel replied, eyes twinkling just the slightest as he threw her words back to her. “But I’ll do my best. Thank you, Lizzy.”

“For…”

“Everything. This. You.” Ciel gestured to her in general, unable to find the words to properly convey his sentiment. Eventually, he gave up and dropped his hands limply to his sides. Behind them, the rumble of the Midford carriage grew louder as it approached the pair. Neither of them paid the carriage any notice. “I…had fun.”

Lizzy beamed, feeling a weight lift off of her chest. “I did too.”

Stepping into the carriage, Lizzy bit her lip and the turned around, giving him one last smile. “Goodbye, Ciel.”

“Until next time, Lizzy.”

Two days later, a package arrived at the Midford household. Inside was a sky-blue satin dress and a note addressed to one Elizabeth Ethel Cordelia Midford.

Lizzy,

I saw you staring at this earlier and had Sebastian pick it up. Honestly, if you wanted to enter the store, you could’ve just told me. I’ve been handling your impromptu dress-up sessions for the past few years.

Anyways, Sebastian approved of this dress. I hope you don’t mind that I picked out a different color for you — I think this suits your eyes more.

Please don’t go making a habit out of confronting dangerous men with guns. It’ll worry your brother and parents.

Are you heading to the Crawford ball?

Would you like to

I will be attending the Crawford ball in two weeks. It would be nice to see you there.

Ciel.

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For: ifbatmanwereajedi Artist: actresque Prompt: Grelle in the Mean Girls Santa outfit. Author’s Notes: Happy holidays~! I included a version with and without text in case you wanted to use it for anything. I hope Mean Girl Grelle keeps you warm this winter, even if the holiday season is over.

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For: wiitchb-tch Artist: hiddeninthunder Prompt: Lizzie being a bad*ss Author’s Notes: I hope you like it!

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For: greenfiredragonfly

Artist: Petty Bocchan

Prompt: Lizzie and Soma, something cute and shippy

Author’s Notes: Not the best but it’s done with love and dedication! I really hope you like my gift n.n lots of love and hoping to find you again at another faustian exchange:

-Your friend, Petty Bocchan

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We Know Better

For: pastelsweetart Author: easterneuropeswife Pairings/Character: The Twins Warnings: None Prompt: Write about life before the murder of the Phantomhives and the cuteness of the twins Author’s Notes: Ciel is Real!Ciel, while Cedric is Our!Ciel

 "They’re beautiful, dear,“ Vincent smiled down at the twin babies in Rachel’s arms, peacefully asleep despite all of the hard work their mother had to do earlier. “Have you named them yet?” Rachel giggled. “I thought we already had that list made? Either way, I like Ciel,” She motioned to the twin in her right arm. “Then that one will be named Ciel,” Rachel smiled warmly but weakly. “And this one? How about Astre?” 

“I was going to suggest Cedric, after my father,” Vincent stated, watching as the midwife and Rachel’s sister gently took a baby from her. “Now you should rest up, you’re still very weak,” He took her hand and gently kissed it. “Ciel and Cedric….they’re unusual names, but I like them,” She laid back in her bed, holding her chest. “They fit parents like us though,”

A few days later, Vincent’s sister, Frances, arrived with her own children to take a look at the new heirs. The twins were wide awake in their cradles, reaching their hands out for anything that came close enough to be grabbed. Elizabeth gasped and hurried over to the cradles, learning over Cedric’s.  

“So tiny!” She gasped in amazement. “They look the same! They look like little dolls!” “Keep your voice down,” Frances scolded lightly. “And just think, one day you’ll be married to one of them,” Vincent teased Elizabeth, ruffling the tiny little curls on her head. She seemed unfazed and kept staring at the babies. “I can’t tell them apart,” Edward grumbled slightly, staring at Ciel. The baby he was looking at let out a tiny, curious coo. “I’m sure they’ll be easier to tell apart once they get older and have their own distinct personalities,” Alexis reassured his children. “What are their names?” “Ciel and Cedric,” Rachael answered easily. “Aren’t they pretty names?” “Cedric?” Frances asked in curiosity. “It was his idea. He wanted to name a child of ours after his father,” A maid came in and gently nudged Elizabeth and Edward out of the room. “It’s time for their nap,” She explained to the pouty toddlers. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ -3 Years Later- “You’re such a slow-poke!” Ciel laughed, running down the hallway. He stopped at the end to allow Cedric to catch up, and when he did, he was out-of-breath. “Sorry,” He pouted, fluffing out he skirt of his dress. “Doing what?” He asked and Ciel put a finger to his lips as he slowly pushed open the kitchen door, crouching down so it’d be harder to spot him. Cedric nodded and followed his lead, looking around. “Cook made sweets! I want some! You do too,” Ciel announced at a whisper, watching the kitchen closely to wait for an opening. Once the cook had his back turned, he bolted into the room, Cedric gasping and following after him. “Wait up!” He reached the counter first and stared up at it, being too short to get the big bowl of frosting down from it. “Watch!” Ciel smiled in a mischievous way and threw a fork really hard at the bowl, making it topple and fall over, spilling the frosting on the floor. “Free dessert!” He giggled and ran over to the mess, sticking his fingers into it and licking them clean. Cedric’s eyes widened and he started to follow his lead, only to freeze when the cook shouted at them. “You little brats!” He snapped, and Cedric gasped, standing up. “I’m sorry!!!!” He apologized shyly. “It was good!!!!” “We wanted some!” Ciel continued to lick his fingers off, looking absolutely unashamed. Vincent walked into the room and had to stifle his laughter when he found the twins. “What kind of trouble have you two found yourselves in?” He gently picked them up, trying to avoid their wet and sticky hands. “Those cupcakes were meant for you and your cousins to share,”   “Is Eli mad?” Cedric asked in concern, his eyes widening. “She doesn’t care!” Ciel declared, grabbing Vincent’s shirt with his hands. “Sorry about these two. They’re still young, you know,” He apologized nicely to the cook, who still looked annoyed. “Now you two have to take a bath,“  He left the room with the twins in his arms and carried them back into the nursery, where their cousins were still playing. “I wanna play too!” Ciel said, pointing at Elizabeth who was dressing up a stuffed rabbit. “Bath time first,” Vincent said gently, setting the twins down on the bathroom floor. He sent for a maid and patted their foreheads, then the twins watched as the maid filled the bath up with hot water and bubbles. “Just our hands are dirty!” Ciel protested, holding them out for the maid to see. She simply smiled. “Master’s orders,"  She gently undressed the twins and placed them down in the bath once it was full. "Want any toys?” “Yes please!” Cedric smiled politely, splashing around in the bubbles. “A rubber ducky!” “I want a boat,” Ciel said, and the maid nodded and hurried into  the nursery, coming back with a yellow rubber duck and a colorful wooden boat for the twins. She placed them into the tub and smiled at they happily splashed around. “Is it bath time? I want to take a bath too!” Elizabeth asked, leaning against the doorway. The bunny was still in the crook of her arm, wearing a pink frilly bonnet. “It’s not your bath time, Lady Elizabeth.” The maid shook her head and flicked her wrist at Elizabeth to make her leave. “Can Ciel and Cedric play with me when they’re done?” She asked, undettered. “But you’re already playing with me!” Edward instantly piped up from the nursery. “I wanna play with everyone!” She threw her hands into the air. “Yes, both your brother and cousins may play when they’re done,” The maid promised, and the answer satisfied Elizabeth so she ran back into the playroom, sitting across from Edward and building a tower of blocks. “It squirts water!” Cedric said happily, noticing a hole at the bottom of the duck designed to drain water. He instantly squeezed the duck underwater, making it overbloated, then he aimed it at Ciel and sprayed him, making the two giggle. “Stop!” Ciel laughed, sending a huge splash of water at Cedric, soaking him. Cedric then gathered up a handful of bubbles and blew them at Ciel’s face, making them settle in his dark hair. “You’re getting water everywhere,"  The maid scolded, getting out a small bar of soap and rubbing it into her hands to form a lather, then pulled Ciel closer to her and rubbing the lather into his hair. "Hey!” He gasped in surprise and  kicked his legs, sending more water and bubbles out of the tub. The maid continued to wash his hair, gently splashing some water over it to rinse. “You’re next,” She pointed to Cedric, who instantly squeezed his eyes shut for fear of the soap falling in. She gently washed and rinsed his hair out too, then pulled the two out of the tub and wrapped them in towels. “Now wait here a second while I get-”   “Yay we’re free!” Ciel cheered, instantly running off into the nursery, making the maid and Cedric gasp. “Come back here!” She darted after him, soon catching up and picking him up. “Honestly,” Elizabeth stared wide-eyed at the spectacle, soon laughing really hard. “He runs so fast! We should have a race!” “Later, my lady,” The maid shook her head and placed Ciel back in the bathroom, pressing her finger against his forehead. “Don’t do that again. I’m going to get your clothes,” She then left the room and came back in just a few seconds, apparently scared of one of them trying to escape again. She carefully put frilly blue dresses on them that went to their knees and brushed their hair, looking over her handiwork. “Alright, you may go play,” “Yay! Let’s go!” Ciel cheered, pulling Cedric alongside him into the nursery, helping Elizabeth build her block tower. “It’s already so big. If you keep building it, it’ll fall over,"  Edward stated. "Then we’ll just rebuild it!” Cedric replied happily, placing another block at the top. “Let’s make my house!” Elizabeth suggested, taking another set of blocks and starting to build a fence. “They’ve never seen your house before!” Edward scolded her. “I wanna go,” Cedric announced. “I wanna see Eli’s house!” “Me too,” Ciel smiled at him happily. ~~~~~~~~~~~ -3 More Years Later- “You just look like the most adorable dolls!” The seamstress cooed at the twins, dressed in identical blue and white sailor suits. “I did very good work,” “This is kinda tight,” Cedric said to himself, tugging at the ribbon at his neck. Ciel stared at him for a bit before suddenly running off, making Cedric chase after him. “I just got a funny idea!” He yelled back at Cedric, though he stopped once their dog lumbered out of their parents’ room. “Sebastian!” He kneeled down and happily petted him. Cedric simply gasped and stopped in his tracks. “Oh no,” He tried to walk  back the way he came before the dog noticed him, but the inky black dog started to bark really loudly. “Sebastian! Stop it!” Ciel scolded, petting him and letting his fingers get tangled in the dog’s fur. “He doesn’t like me,” Cedric said quietly, more to himself. The dog had only been living there for a month and it had already decided it disliked him for no real reason. Everytime he was alone, Sebastian would bark, growl, and chase him. He hated that dog more than anything, he figured. He couldn’t even remember who gave them it. “Good boy,” Ciel cooed, finally standing up. “I had a great idea for a joke!” He looked back at Cedric, hiding behind the corner. “Want to hear it?” “What?” Cedric asked curiously, not coming out of hiding. “If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise! Come here,” He gently pulled on Cedric’s arm and led him to the laundry chute, a dirty laundry basket placed underneath. Ciel dug through it before pulling out something that glinted silver. “That’s….Mother’s brush!” Cedric gasped. “You hid it!” The brush was soft-bristled and a very shiny silver with an ivy design on the back. “She was looking for that this morning!” “I know! I told her Diederich’s kid stole it,” He smirked. “She believe you?” “A bit. But now we can bring it back to her and be praised!” “So that is what happened to my brush,” Rachel’s soft voice reached their ears, making the twins gasp. “Mother!” Cedric happily ran over to her and hugged her tightly. “Mother, Ciel stole your hairbrush!” “I see that now,” Rachel held out her hand for it. “I didn’t take it! I found it in the basket! That’s where Fritz left it!” Ciel declined, hiding the brush behind his back. “Ciel,” She said simply, and Ciel got a big pout on his face as he slowly handed the brush over. “If you tell me the truth, I won’t tell your father,” “He stole it!” Cedric repeated, tugging on Rachel’s grey dress. “I wanted to take it and hide it so when I found it again, you’d give me a reward,” Ciel admitted very quietly. “So I said Fritz stole it,” Rachel smiled slightly. “It was a good attempt, aside from the fact Fritz isn’t visiting today,"  She held the brush tightly in her hands. "I won’t tell your father, but stay out of trouble, alright?” She kissed their foreheads and left the hallway. “Mother’s right, you know. We should just stay out of trouble…we’ve caused enough for one day,” Cedric said shyly. “You’re right….” Ciel said, but a sly grin was forming on his face. “Mother’s hair is really shiny,” “Yes! It’s super shiny!” Cedric agreed happily. “What about it?” “Aunt Angelina says her hair is super shiny because she uses eggs!” Ciel finished, laughing. “Eggs? What? You use those for cakes,” “She cracks them over her head and then washes her hair out. They make it shiny!” Ciel dashed off again, making Cedric run after him. “Wait! What are you going to do? What do eggs have to do with anything?” He ran after him and found him in the kitchen,  trying to coax one of the servants into giving him some eggs. “What for, my lord?” she asked suspiciously. “Mother wants them for her bath!” Ciel said happily, holding out his hands. “Then why did she send you instead of her maid, silly?” The maid gently tweaked Ciel’s nose. “Because she trusts me!” He then noticed someone struggling to carry in the jug of milk bottles and pointed in that direction. “Oh, he needs help!” “Hm?” The maid looked and saw the struggling man, gasping. “Oh goodness, he does!” She placed the eggs on the counter and hurried to help while Ciel stole the eggs from her, stuffing them into his pockets and running back into the hallway, only to run right into Cedric. The two fell on the floor with a crack. “Did I break something?!” Cedric instantly worried, looking himself over before he noticed something yellow and runny pouring from the pockets of Ciel’s pants. “Did you have an accident?” “What?” He showed his hands into his pockets, only to gasp and find broken eggshells and goop on his hands. “They broke!” He stood up and tried to pull the broken eggs out of his pockets. “Get rid of them before someone sees!” Cedric cried urgently, dancing on his toes. “What were you trying to do?” “I just wanted to see if they would make our hair shiny too!” He tried to pull more out, only to hear someone’s footsteps. “Father-!” He turned around, only to see Edward standing in the hallway, looking at them in silence. “I don’t think I even want to know,” He said finally, leaving. “Oh, that means Elizabeth is here!” Cedric said happily. “We’re going on a picnic today with her and Aunt Frances!” Ciel finally managed in cleaning his pockets out, groaning slightly in disgust. “My hands are all sticky,” He slapped them together to try and get the eggshells off. “Cedric! Ciel! Are you ready to go?” Rachel called cheerfully, her eyes widening when she saw the egg mess on the floor. She frowned instead. “Mother! Your hair is really shiny today!” Cedric laughed awkwardly. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ -3 More Years Later- Cedric wandered around the house, looking for his brother.  The Midfords had come over again to spend the Autumn holiday, but they were planning on leaving once more for winter, which meant they would miss the twins’ tenth birthday. Cedric was disappointed by it, but there wasn’t very much he could do. “Ciel! Ciel? Where are you?” He called, going into the kitchen and looking around. He figured he could spend time with Elizabeth and Edward, but his cousins were twelve and fifteen and so much more mature and intimidating than him. He didn’t really feel like being scolded by Frances either. “Here I am!” Ciel said happily, standing on a stool and watching one of the servants make a big pot of tea. “Ciel!” Cedric happily ran over to him. “What’s this?” “The tea for Lizzy’s party.  See how fancy it is?” He motioned to the gold-embellished set made of fine china. “Oh, that’s Mother’s favorite set!” Cedric breathed. “I hope she doesn’t break it!”   “Lizzy is very careful,” Ciel winked. “I asked if we could take it to her,” “Us? But isn’t it really heavy?!” “We’re just carrying the tea pot,"  He explained just as the servant announced the tea was done. "Here you go,"  He gave Ciel special gloves and handed the handle to him. "Be careful,” Ciel nodded and smiled sweetly. “We’ll be very careful,” He promised, slowly walking out of the kitchen. He then placed the teapot on a nearby endtable and pulled a small packet out of his pocket. “What’s that?” Cedric asked curiously. “Seasoning,” Ciel answered, ripping open the packet and gently pouring half of it into the tea. He then stirred it up, throwing the spoon into a dustbin.   “Tea doesn’t need seasoning-” “Trust me,” Ciel simply placed his finger to his lips as he picked the teapot back up and carried it over to the tearoom, where Elizabeth and Edward were quietly sitting and waiting. “Our tea is here! Thank you very much,” Elizabeth smiled politely, taking the pot from Ciel and pouring it into both hers and Edward’s cups, not spilling a single drop. “Did you want one of these? I can’t eat any more!” she offered her plate of biscuits to the twins, and Cedric eagerly took one.   “Come on, all that sugar isn’t good for them,” Edward scolded, sipping his tea. His clothes were in the same shade of light green as Elizabeth’s and had just as much frills. “It’s just one cookie!” Elizabeth protested, drinking her own tea. “Besides, I really couldn’t eat anymore,” “Let’s give the rest to the servants!” Cedric suggested happily. “I bet they’ll love them!” “Oh, sure,” Ciel hummed. Cedric quietly ate the chocolate biscuit as he watched his cousins drink the tea and chat about how their training was going and what plans they had for the winter holiday. Elizabeth finished her tea first and placed the cup on the saucer with a clatter. “What kind of tea is this?” Edward asked. “Your usual,"  Ciel answered quickly. "Maybe I did eat too many biscuits…my stomach hurts,” Elizabeth said quietly, clutching it. “So does mine,” Edward said in surprise, standing up. “Did you do something to it?” “No,” Ciel answered. “He just put seasoning in it,” Cedric stated, making Ciel glare at him. “Nobody puts seasoning in tea!” Edward scolded before quickly dashing out of the room. “It hurts,” Elizabeth cried, running out of the room as well. “What did you do?” Cedric asked the second they were gone. He started to drink some of Edward’s leftover tea, only to have Ciel smack his wrist. “Don’t! It’ll make you sick too!” He yelled, pulling a small box out of his pocket. “I put these in their tea,” Cedric rubbed his wrist gingerly and read the box, his eyes widening. “These are…laxatives? You put laxatives in their tea?!” “Isn’t it clever? There’s no proof it was me,” Ciel smirked. “I guess that idea could come in handy later….maybe,” Cedric said to himself, unsure of when he would ever need to do something so gross and mean to someone else. “Cedric!!! Ciel!!!! Get in here!” Vincent directed from the hallway, making Ciel throw the box under the table and hurry off. “Like I said, there’s no proof I ever did anything wrong!” “Wait up!” Cedric pouted, hurrying after his twin. “We’re in so much trouble again….”

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