Could you have a scenario with Sebastian and Ciel fighting over the reader and who gets to be with them?
“What makes you think you’re entitled to them over me, my lord? I dare say you may be too young for them.”
“And yet, you have to address me as ‘lord’. I dare say they would find a grown man answering to a teenager pathetic.”
“What if it were the other way around? In that case, I would be entitled to them over you?”
“… Sebastian, I order you to shut your bloody yap.”
Before either of them can say anything more, you enter the scene and press a hand on both of their chests. Best to keep them apart. You’re sure Sebastian wouldn’t make a move to hurt Ciel unless the young master started it, but you can’t say the same for Ciel. “Now, now, you two.” Although it’s no secret that they both want to claim you as theirs, there’s no sense in letting them kill each other over it.
Your voice washes over them as if it’s a sudden clarity. Immediately their attention is off of each other, and on you. After a moment of the both of them staring at you, Ciel finally leans back, looking as if he’s just solved this whole thing. “Fine. Then let’s just settle it, once and for all, so we don’t have to duel.” His hands steeple under his chin as he sets his elbows on his desk; there’s that awful spark in his eye which just screams that he’s about to say something either devious, scandalous, or just plain mad. “Who do you choose as yours, (Y/N)? Perhaps that’s the only fair thing, is to let you decide.”
For a second, you feel as if you’ve just been struck. What on Earth is that supposed to mean? If you don’t choose someone, are these two boneheads going to fight each other with swords for the simple act of being able to hold your hand? That would be a lovely way to put out an eye for each of them, and Ciel doesn’t exactly have another to spare.
“Oh, good Lord, Ciel.” You exhale slowly, making sure to look at both of them in turn. How could you ever pick one of them over the other? You love them both – differently, but wholly and completely. “Is that a serious question?”
A chuckle shakes the air beside you, and when you turn your head, there is that familiar smirk settled on Sebastian’s lips. It looks almost as if he thinks he’s won without even trying. “Well, my lord, you have your answer, it seems.” His hand dips and takes yours, bringing your fingers up to his face. If this gives you any insight, it’s that Sebastian would be an unbearable winner, and an awfully poor loser. Perhaps he and Ciel aren’t as different as they’d like to believe. “Don’t be too upset, however. The odds weren’t truly fair.”
Just as quickly as he took your hand, you snatch it away. “Sebastian! Ciel! You two are absolutely unbelievable!” A look that would put a mother’s scolding to shame is shot at each of them, then you move to press a kiss first to Sebastian’s cheek, then to Ciel’s. They both look stunned; rightly so, in your opinion. They deserve it for how ridiculous they’re being. “I’m with you both because I can’t choose. Because you’re both worth loving in your own ways, not because one of you gives me something the other can’t. You both make me complete in different ways, and I choose both of you. So stop acting like ninnies and get that through your thick skulls.”
As soon as the two of them deflate and are looking at each other with chastised expressions, you grip each of their shoulders tightly.
“And if either of you ever questions my love for you again, so help me, you won’t be fighting each other. You’ll be fighting me.”