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Be Quiet

Summary: Based off of this moment in the manga. Ciel finds Sebastian in the library just like he had asked him to and is forced to hide under his cloak to hide himself from the person who had followed him. He tries to be quiet, but unfortunately, Sebastian seems to remember that Ciel is ridiculously ticklish and of course, takes advantage of the situation.

Author’s note: HAI I’M BACK. Okay, this was both a request from lovely Anon and my own idea that I’ve been wanting to write for a while. So glad I was finally able to finish this~ Even though Ciel and Sebastian are still hard to write l i k e but I still love them uwu

Word count: 1,6k my shortest one yet wooops


Maybe Sebastian had managed to get his hands on some important information but it  was still very out of character for him to ask Ciel to come to the library at exactly 11pm. Of course he wasn’t scared to wander around the halls late at night but if he got lost, it would be pretty bad. After waiting for McMillan to fall asleep, Ciel put on his uniform, reached for a small lamp he kept under his bed and tip-toed out of the dorm.

Unsurprisingly, no one crossed his path. Every now and then, he’d hear a small whistle of the wind or the wood creaking under his heels, but other than that, he was alone. Ciel was sure to look over his shoulder quite frequently to make sure that no one was following him because, oddly enough, he thought he heard distant footsteps but who the hell would be walking around at this hour? Of course it would be stupid to call for someone or mumble some innocent “Hello?” because Ciel was well aware of the fact that he was not allowed to be out of bed.

Glancing around one more time, Ciel did his best to open the doors of the library as quietly as he possibly could and wiggled himself through the small gap he had created for himself.

Sebastian could’ve at least told him where he would be waiting in this gigantic room because Ciel really didn’t feel like checking behind every bookcase. Luckily, it didn’t take him that long to catch a glimpse of Sebastian’s long robe and he stopped walking, relieved.

“Hey, Se— Hmpf!” Ciel had no idea whether it was Sebastian using his powers or that he was just a tad bit underweight, but in less than a mere second he was pressed against the dusty books with his butler’s face very close to his own, his feet hovering an inch or so above the ground. A gloved hand was covering mouth while his  hand, that had been holding the lamp, was pinned against one of the shelves.

However, instead of giving an explanation like Ciel had expected, Sebastian’s glowering eyes merely stared at him in a semi-reassuring way, but the current situation was anything but.

Footsteps.

Ciel’s eyes widened and didn’t protest when Sebastian lifted up his cloak and wrapped an arm around Ciel’s waist to pull him under it, taking the lamp and holding it with his free hand. The footsteps became louder and through the thin fabric, Ciel saw Lawrence Bluewer approaching them, also holding a lamp and appearing to be looking for something or, well, someone.

“My. What could it be at this hour?” Sebastian’s smooth voice spoke up and Ciel rolled his eyes, lightly nudging him with his elbow.

Instead of scolding him, Sebastian was acting stupid and it annoyed Ciel. It was rather hot and stuffy underneath that cloak so the last thing he wanted was for Sebastian to make small-talk. The hand on his waist threateningly tightened its grip but instead of silencing him with it, Ciel’s entire body froze and a small gasp went past his lips.

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Author’s note: Kuroshitsuji with 15. Let’s make this a competition.”
First Christmas prompt! #fail Oh well, it’s Christmas somewhere, right? Right. Thanks so much for your lovely compliment! Hope you had a lovely Christmas and enjoy this little fic!

Summary: When Ciel’s servants fail to make him happy during everyone’s favorite holiday of the year, Sebastian suggests they turn this into a small competition. The first one to make Ciel smile or laugh is the winner and of course, as the perfect butler, Sebastian has a few tricks up his sleeve.

Word count: 2k (woops)


The smell of snow was already penetrating his room and Ciel woke up groggily, already annoyed at the familiar scent, and saw a blurry Sebastian preparing a cup of tea at the foot of his bed. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, Ciel sat up straight and let out a small huff when his butler looked up at him, the usual smile permanently plastered on his face.

“Good morning, young master. Did you sleep well?”

“As if you care,” Ciel mumbled and scooted over to the side, letting his feet dangle above the ground as Sebastian walked over to him with his tray.

Fortunately, the strong aroma of the earl grey tea took his mind off the fact that it was snowing outside and he purposely held the steaming cup right under his nose, practically forcing himself to smell nothing but that.

Christmas.

Oh, how he loathed this holiday. The only good thing was the profit he made with his company because people were dumb enough to buy presents for their loved ones. It was honestly the most useless day of the year, along with his birthday. Winter reminded him too much of the loss of his parents and his childhood, which was why he was giving Sebastian even more death stares than usual.

He couldn’t focus on the newspaper, his breakfast or his tea for that matter. He couldn’t even think of any random insults for Sebastian who was graciously ironing his clothes for today.

“You seem a bit tense today, my lord,” Sebastian mumbled as he gently dressed Ciel in a simply, yet fancy suit for the special occasion. “Anything I can do for you to make you feel better?”

As much as he wanted to not go downstairs and celebrate Christmas with the rest of his servants, Ciel didn’t have a choice so he shook his head, shrugged Sebastian’s hand off after he had tied a red tie around his neck and left his room, getting tailed by Sebastian’s quiet yet obvious footsteps.

The minute he got to the main living room, he was met with an explosion of “Merry Christmas, young master!”s, “Hope you like the presents we got you!” and “I did all the decoratin’ myself, sir,” and Ciel couldn’t be more annoyed. Even though they all meant well, he couldn’t help but glare at the gigantic Christmas tree in the farthest corner of the room, decorated with sparkly baubles, angels and everything else they could think of.

Finny started arguing with Bard about the chocolate cake that was in the middle of the large, beautifully decorated table, which somewhat appealed to Ciel because it was something sweet, but it still made his eyebrow twitch.

He took a seat at the head of the table and let Sebastian cut the first slice because it didn’t look like his servants were going to stop bickering any time soon. Mey-Rin was doing her best to stop them by flailing around like a butterfly while Tanaka sat in his usual corner, drinking his tea.

No matter what they did, they couldn’t get Ciel to be excited about Christmas. Every person in that room knew why he was not going to put on a fake smile, or at least pretend he liked the presents they got him, because everything about this holiday reminded him too much of the fire. So instead of listening to them constantly trying to cheer him up with silly stories, dance-moves and more sweet foods, Ciel just sat there, resting his cheek in the palm of his hand, watching them with a blank expression.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he did appreciate their efforts, namely Finny’s because he was trying the hardest by hugging him close and running his rough fingers through his hair while the others simply ran around in circles like lunatics. Sebastian was watching everything quietly, his blood colored eyes containing a neutral glitter while he cleaned the table.

“It’s no use,” Mey-Rin said, totally and utterly defeated as she held her face. “We cannot make the young master happy. And I thought he’d surely enjoy our presents and cake…”

“It’s obviously not his favorite day of the year,” Finny mumbled quietly against the back of his head and pulled away. “Did you at least enjoy the cake, my lord?”

“I did, it was quite tasty,” Ciel replied honestly and cleaned his fingers with his handkerchief, feeling undeniably cold without Finny’s presence. “You did a good job on that.”

They had probably put loads of sugar in it to hide their mistakes because it was a tad bit too sweet, but since he liked sweet things, he didn’t have anything to complain about. Plus, it was fun to see Sebastian’s disapproving look when he said that, obviously not pleased with the fact they made a cake without his surveillance. The latter was what made the white lie worth it because Sebastian was looking between him and the cake with the sourest expression he had ever seen.

However, the irritated expression was soon replaced with a cool one and Sebastian straightened up. “Let’s make this a competition, then. See who can cheer the young master up today. The winner can relax and take it easy for the rest of the day.”

That asshole clearly had a plan and Ciel did not like where this was going. Not one bit.

“Excuse you and your face,” he sneered and dropped his fork.

“But we’ve already tried everything!” Finny exclaimed, tears apparent in his large eyes. “D’you have any other ideas, then, Sebastian-san?”

“I do,” Sebastian smiled and looked down at Ciel with a rather mischievous, demonic look. “What kind of butler would I be if I didn’t even know how to cheer up our beloved young master?”

Okay, Ciel debated with himself for a minute. He could either give in and put a fake smile right now to get this over with or he could bite and see what kind of stupid plan this guy had. Seeing as he did like a challenge, Ciel decided to give them their needed permission with a mere flick of his wrist and watched everyone run around the house, trying their best to find something that would a bring a smile to his face.

Sebastian remained by his side during their frantic search, acting exceedingly patient and content, making Ciel even more annoyed because what was Sebastian’s oh so flawless plan?

Everyone else seemed to suck at making him smile, as usual. Finny had put on this idiotic clown costume and tried to entertain him by throwing some brightly colored balls in the air, Bard wanted to drag him to the kitchen to let him blow things up because “That always cheered me up when I was little!” but Sebastian promptly stopped him from doing so with a rather forced smile and Mey-Rin tried to show off her skills by balancing a couple of plates on her hands, shoulders and head. She failed of course and Sebastian was quick enough to catch all of them before they would hit the ground and shatter into pieces.

After some more failed tries, Bard tried telling a few funny stories about his childhood, along with a few very bad jokes, Finny went to the garden to bring in some flowers and Mey-Rin just kept tripping over her own feet and dropping furniture whenever she came up with a new plan. Tanaka remained silent throughout the day, chuckling every now and then while he watched their pure yet competitive attempts.  

At the end of the day, none of them succeeded and Ciel was left exhausted and bored of their endless, non-entertaining actions. “I’m gonna go to bed.”

He was about to get up but Sebastian, that smug-looking bastard, held out an arm and his smile widened. “Excuse me, sir, but I’m still allowed to give it a try, am I not?”

Ciel sighed and sat back down, folding his arms over his chest. “Right, I almost forgot. Go ahead.”

It was undoubtedly the biggest mistake he had ever made. Sebastian strode over to the back of his chair and placed both of his hands on his shoulders and Ciel felt himself frowning because he had no idea what to expect. Everyone watched in anticipation as Sebastian’s hand gently slipped down his torso, causing Ciel’s body to twitch lightly and right when he was onto him, it was already too late.

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”Until death do us part”

Ciel & Elizabeth || Kuroshitsuji

Touch

Author’s note: Heard Haruhi from Ouran laugh and all I could think of was Ciel laughing like an idiot and this just kind of happened.
First Kuroshitsuji fic, yay! Boy, lemme tell you that writing Ciel and Sebastian is definitely challenging omg. I think this is about as fluffy as it’s gonna get between these two x’D  

Summary: Takes place during Sebastian’s “training” as a butler. He has to learn how to touch a human without hurting them and Ciel has to learn how to accept touch. Apparently this also includes a ticklish touch and Sebastian’s very intrigued.


Months. That was how long it took before Sebastian started getting close to becoming a good, human-like butler. Ciel would never forget the first time he bathed him with extremely hot water and scrubbing so vigorously at his damaged body that he had kicked him out. Of course Sebastian still had to get accustomed to having a human body himself, not to mention that he had to learn how to treat other humans properly.

However, Ciel barely had any patience with him and kept telling him off. It wasn’t hard to miss Sebastian’s irritation, but he couldn’t care less about that. Things weren’t easy for him, either since he still flinched a lot in the beginning whenever Sebastian touched him. Not only would he get flashbacks, but his fragile body wasn’t used to innocent touches anymore and would automatically go in defense mode.

Seeing that this also took months, Ciel guessed both of them had to get used to living a normal life again and Sebastian was doing a poor job just like him.

It took a couple of days for Sebastian to get the hang of dressing him without ripping his clothes or grabbing his chin too forcefully when he had to tie a ribbon around his neck. Ciel would snap at him every time and send him out to do it himself. One time Sebastian had even tied his eyepatch too tightly (or that might have been on purpose, Ciel couldn’t exactly tell), which earned him a kick in the shin.

On day five, Sebastian came in with fresh tea, the newspaper and clean clothes. He had worn that signature smile of his that Ciel had accepted and dressed him as gently as possible. This time, no clothes were ripped up and Ciel’s limbs didn’t get bruised. On the contrary, when he laid his foot on Sebastian’s thigh to get his shoes on, the touch was so soft and light that—

Ciel quickly pulled his knee up to his chest, eyes wide.

Sebastian stared up at him, eyebrows knitted together. “Was I too rough, sir?”

Finding that would be the easier way out, Ciel nodded. “Yes. I’ll put my shoes on myself. Go prepare breakfast.”

“Right away, sir.” Sebastian bowed and left without saying anything else.

That touch… Ciel shivered and quickly put on both of his shoes to distract himself.

Unfortunately, he hadn’t been able to forget about the whole thing because it happened again on the night of another nightmare. 

Ciel was bundled up in his huge blanket, trembling uncontrollably, his heart racing against his chest and his breaths uneven. There was no doubt he had screamed and that Sebastian would check on him soon as usual. He had to calm down, but he psychically couldn’t.

“Young master?”

The door opened and Sebastian’s glowing eyes met his own. “No one’s here?”

“No, it’s just you and me in this house,” was the quiet reply. “It’s a quiet night.”

Instead of giving a response, Ciel wrapped the blankets tighter around his shaking body and let out a relieved sigh. The memories were still too fresh for him to take Sebastian’s word for it, but according to the contract, the demon could not tell a single lie, so it was safe to believe him. Sebastian stopped every single intruder and killed them on the spot, he told himself, it was practically impossible for someone to get in and take him.

A gloved hand was about to come in contact with his face. “Don’t touch me!”

Ciel’s hollow eyes stared up at Sebastian’s. “… Don’t.”

Not after that nightmare.

Not after someone had dragged him out of his cage.

Not after seeing that knife glistening in the candle light.

“It’s only me, sir,” Sebastian replied with a soft undertone in his voice.

“Just… stand over there and wait until I fall asleep.”

There was a quick silence between them until Sebastian bowed. “Of course, sir.”

It took about three months before Ciel finally accepted his touch after a nightmare. Sebastian would try every now and then, sometimes he’d even get smacked in the process, and this time, he succeeded. He had curled his fingers back and carefully laid them against Ciel’s pale cheek, watching him with those blood red eyes.

“No one is here but you and me, young master,” he murmured and Ciel nodded in response, closing his eyes. “Would you like some hot milk with honey?”

The hand on his cheek didn’t move and Ciel was grateful for that. “Yeah.”

Then, a single finger caressed his cheek and Ciel flinched away, his lips twitching. With a small frown, he quickly scratched his cheek to get rid of the tingling feeling and averted his gaze because he could feel Sebastian’s eyes on him.

“I’m sorry if I hurt you. Your body must be more damaged than we had assumed,” Sebastian spoke up, neutral yet questioning. “Should I call your doctor after breakfast?”

“It’s fine,” Ciel brushed him off and laid back down on the bed and waved his hand lazily towards the door. “Go.”

“Very well. I will be back with your milk in a few minutes.”

But of course he couldn’t hide it forever. Sebastian was bound to find out someday since he dressed him, caught him every time he fell off his horse, cut his hair, leaned over his shoulder when he had to translate texts and washed him every single day. The latter was what finally gave it away.

Sebastian had been massaging his scalp and moved to his shoulders. Usually, Ciel was able to relax and enjoy his touch, but this time his entire body jumped as Sebastian’s hand brushed over the back of his neck. It was so light that it had almost felt like a feather had teasingly swiped over his baby hairs and Ciel’s body had reacted out of impulse.

“My apologies, sir,” Sebastian said right away and continued to scrub his arms. Still, it didn’t stop Ciel’s brain from being on red alert and his shoulders standing stiff. This, of course, didn’t go unnoticed by his butler and the hands stilled. “Are you quite all right?”

“’m fine,” Ciel uttered and shrugged it off.

“I can’t help but notice that every time I touch you in certain places, you panic. Are you still having flashbacks?”

With a small groan, Ciel let his body sink underwater because he wasn’t going to explain this stupid concept to a demon, but Sebastian instantly reacted by grabbing his underarms and pulling him up.

“Young master! What are you—?” A small pause.  “Sir…?”

Ciel had clamped his arms to his side and was now curled up in the bathtub, hiding his face in his knees. His cheeks were already flushed from the hot water, so maybe Sebastian wouldn’t notice that they had darkened, but since that demon noticed everything he’d probably be unable to hide it. Sebastian’s hands had retreated and Ciel breathed out against his kneecaps, trying to calm down.

“Don’t touch me there,” he said stubbornly to avoid the subject.

“But it would be unhygienic to not wash them. I’ll be very gentle.”

“No!” Ciel instantly turned to him, eyes still filled with panic. “Don’t be stupid! I’ll wash them myself.”

Not impressed by his master’s antics, Sebastian merely raised an eyebrow. “With all due respect, young master, you were the one who told me to be very gentle the first night I washed your body. I am being as gentle as I possibly can and your body still convulses. Are you still hurting?”

“No. I just don’t want to be touched there.”

“You’re being silly. I’ve been washing you for months now and you didn’t have any problems until now. May I ask what has changed?”

Oh, for the love of all that was holy and everything else Ciel didn’t believe in. He wanted to drown himself on the spot. Sebastian could always tell whenever he was lying and he wasn’t going to let this go apparently. It was so stupid and Ciel had actually forgotten the entire concept of it and things would have been so much easier if Sebastian hadn’t been so incredibly light and gentle with his touch.

“It… it…” Ciel started lamely and felt his face becoming even redder and saw Sebastian frowning in response. This was going to be harder than he thought. It was so incredibly awkward and he wanted to get out of the tub and go to his room, but Sebastian would probably nag him if he didn’t speak up right now. Of course Ciel could simply order him to stop talking about it, but it was so dumb and idiotic that it would be a waste. “… It tickled.”  

The most awkward silence that Ciel had ever experienced followed after his words. Sebastian stared at him as if he had grown a second head and Ciel blinked in response, not knowing what to say. Apparently Sebastian had never heard of it and if he was going to be completely honest with himself, it wasn’t that surprising. It was such an innocent thing, after all. Sebastian was only familiar with killing and torture, not all the other silly things that humans did to each other.

“Tickled?” Sebastian echoed and leaned in closer, fascinated. “So you’re ticklish?”

Shit. He had heard of it. 

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