50 Things Ciel Cannot Do1. I am no longer allowed to wear my eyepatch to the left side so I can scare Finny. The hospital bills and emotional scarring are not as funny as the look on his face.
2. I can not do the same as stated above to the dorky Indians when they won't leave my hosue.
3. Nor can I do it to Lizzie, no matter how many times her hugs threaten to collapse my ribcage.
4. It is not proper for young earls to crossdress as girls when it is not for an assignment.
5. Sebastian doesn't care if it's a great way to get back at Druit. (seduce and kill!)
6. Even though Sebastian himself seems to get off on it...
7. If I even so much as think about allowing Pluto into the house the contract is over.
8. Or Sebastian gets my soul without me getting revenge.
9. No matter how badly I want to I cannot hire Grelle to kill Lizzie.
10. Nor may I use my butler's body as payment to said shinigami.
11. Stealing is wrong, especailly when it's opium.
12. Yes, it's techinically mine so it's not really stealing but appare
50 Things Sebastian Cannot Do1. When awakening the young master I cannot greet him by saying, "Good morning sir, I hope I wasn't too rough." He doesn't like it no matter how amusing his reaction.50 Things Sebastian Cannot Do4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
2. If the young master inquires as to whom is at the door I may not respond 'The black market.' Calming the young master from panic attacks aren't the most enjoyable of things.
3. The household help are to be treated as people, not like the incompetant morons they are.
4. Spitting in earl grey tea is bad, no matter what the young earl himself has thrown at my head that morning.
5. Cats are not permitted to be in the house.
6. Or in my room.
7. Especially not my room or the wardrobe in my room.
8. No cats anywhere except for outside (even still I must hide them!).
9. I may be a demon but that is no exucse for many reasons.
10. One of which being to scare the household help.
11. Offering contracts just to kill Finny is prohibited.
12. If Mey-Rin tries to rape me in my sleep I am permitted to hit her twice but no more.
His Master, GoneHis Master, Gone4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He turns away, averting his gaze from the scene of his own doing. Clenching his jaw he strides away only a few steps for that's all he could take before his own body gave in from under him. The demon collapses to the ground, his eyes staring at the ground intently as if it may give him an answer as to why.
His throat tightens with unshed tears as his chest slowly expels all feeling except that of remorse. His hands curl into fists as he crumples into the earth trying to hold back the tears, the truth. No, he will not cry, a single tear shall not pass his eyes for demons do not cry, do not love. Love is that the feeling the boy left him with? This horrible invisible monster that's eating away at his sanity and all that he thought he knew?
No. He's a demon, he can't feel what humans do, that thing they call 'love.' He, Sebastian Michaelis, isn't allowed to love since he's never encountered it. Until now.
Glancing over his shoulder he spares his deceased one last look before the mise
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A soft glow plays off the usually dark room, the satiny blood red sheets entangling him and his sleeping master. Sebastian groans slightly as he sits upright careful not to disturb Ciel. His eyes linger on the small boy, his dark hair terribly askew across his peaceful expression. Smiling fondly Sebastian wraps an arm around Ciel, pulling him close somehow unable to wake him. Ciel mutters something in his sleep as he curls into Sebastian, his small fingers digging into his lover's exposed chest, his silky hair tickling his skin.
Smiling Sebastian relaxes back into the comfort of the pillows the support his back, keeping a hand on Ciel always glad for the comfort the small boy brings him. The door to his room slowly opens, the bright spectacles of Mey-Rin peeps in. Her eyes fall on the two, both in the same bed, both without clothes and both looking rather comfortable. She lowers her gaze from Sebastian's bare chest, hurriedly tip toeing into the room with an arm extended with a thick e
His Butler, Sorrow- Part TwoHis Butler, Sorrow- Part Two4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
His cold ice blue eyes burn into the two, the beloved pair of master and servant. An evil smirk possesses his features as he inhales, ready to give the newest order. "Claude, steal Ciel Phantomhive," he begins, his voice like a death sentence as Sebastian's blood runs cold, "Take him from his butler and make his butler suffer." The grip around his young master tightens, "Make Ciel Phantomhive mine, do you understand?"
Sebastian's chest tightens as his eyes survey his surroundings, ready to attempt an escape. Although his master's last orders were to find blackmail on Alois Trancy due to the terms of their contract Ciel's life is above any information on a disposable piece of paper.
Alois Trancy's butler bows, his narrow yellow eyes trained on the opposing demon, the fire Alois had started in creating Ciel's person hell filled with bodies mirroring his parents', glowing behind him casting ugly shadows over his face. He shoots Sebastian a look that reads, 'It's an order, you understand,
His Butler, ConvictedHis Butler, Convicted4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Turning his head he recognizes the figure, small and lean whose very demeanour screamed solitude. The man clutches his pen and pocketbook, his feet taking only seconds to reach the desired back of the needed words. He claps the shoulder causing him to turn around, his large blue eye casting a disturbed glare over his shoulder.
"What?" Ciel Phantomhive snaps.
"Earl Phantomhive, sir," the interviewer pants, "please, just a word, please."
Ciel exhales, secretly loving the attention or just another chance to further soil the name Michaelis, "Do make it quick. I have a trial to get to."
The interviewer nods eagerly, licking the tip of his pen ready for the earl's response, "What exactly are your true, honest thoughts on Sebastian Michaelis?"
A smirk threatens to ruin his façade as Ciel shoves it away, faking innocent, tainted boy. He casts his gaze downward illuminating the mirage of defenceless boy before flying the wall of powerful earl back into position, "Sebastian Michaelis m
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"Would you miss me? If I were to die tomorrow?"
I pursed my lips into a frown, unsure of how to respond to his question. In all the time I've served Ciel Phantomhive he's never been one to openly wallow in self pity. To hear him open up even in an odd question as this is very out of the ordinary, "Of course." I smiled, taking his hand, shocked at just how much smaller than me he is, "You are my master, without you I am lost."
"Lost " he murmured.
That's exactly what he is now, lost. Somewhere in this city the humans call London my young master resides, without me and most likely helpless. Adrenaline pulses through me, my entire being burns with the need to see that my young master is alright. To see that nonchalant expression stare up at me expectantly silently demanding of my whereabouts. Worse case scenarios play in my mind, Ciel has an unnatural ability to be abducted by our enemies, and our enemies aren't the most forgiving of his past deeds.
He could be anywhere, in anyone's
His Butler, Hosting*Setting: Ouran Academy (yes I thought this would be a fun crossover) with our same cast with the temporary additions of Sebastian and Ciel. Just to make things clear.*His Butler, Hosting4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Seven months, that's how long I have to live in this hell that I've been shipped to. When the offer to expand my family's toy company outward to Japan I thought I'd just be in fancy hotels eating raw fish until the seven months were up. But no, somehow I managed to be enrolled into the apparently prestigious high school academy, Ouran.
Now the school itself isn't bad, the aesthetics are fairly decent although not to my taste and the academics seem fairly good. It's not a bad place to spend four years of your life but seeing as I am a business man and not some silly high school student, this place may as well be a primary school with finger paint on the walls. Even then I'd stand a better chance on talking my way out of that situation, but sadly I have one set of eyes on me at all times.
My butler, Sebastian Michaelis, i
Flightless RobinFlightless Robin4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"This way, Little Robin," he coaxes softly, his voice smooth like honey yet unattainable in its true meaning like smoke. Those sleepy light azure eyes blink at me in attempted seduction as his black gloved hand gestures to the room that he holds open for us to enter.
Gritting my teeth I look past the door to see an empty bedroom, so my aunt Angelina was right, he does like girls of all ages. Men like him are disgusting, showing interest of girls of no more than thirteen such as myself although I am no girl. I am the queen's guard dog, Ciel Phantomhive last of the Phantomhives, and due to the most recent case I am to be undercover as my opposing sex.
His smile wavers as he purses his lips slightly, "My dear Robin, is something the matter? I thought this is what you wanted?"
Forcing a smile of a stupid young girl I nod, stepping closer to him and placing a hand on his upper arm, "Yes, it is what I wish it's just I didn't think you would comply."
He takes my chin under his thumb and
His Butler, AlwaysHis Butler, Always4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A soft light filters through the curtains, casting a milky glow about the room making the usually dreary mansion look less. He stretches his arms out with a slight yawn; it's been so long since he's actually slept well. Not that he slept much at all last night, being on his toes watching for enemies to take his love away.
His eyes drift to the small body beside him, his sides rising and falling at a steady rhythm. Smiling fondly to himself Sebastian brushes back some of Ciel's hair from his face, the boy's expression completely peaceful. He makes a face in his sleep, his ski slope nose wrinkling slightly as he murmurs something, rolling on his side facing Sebastian. Exhaling Sebastian sits upright raking his hands through his hair staring at his clothes on the ground. Silently he dresses, fixing any imperfections in the mirror before wrenching open the curtains allowing more sunlight to blare into the room.
Ciel's eyebrows crease as he plunges under the covers emitting a slight moan. "
Promise MePromise Me4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
From what seems from an infinite abyss they fall, small glass crystals too thin to be real stones but too beautiful to be imaginary float down from the sky littering the city with their brilliance. In the night their white gleams from the street lights, sparkling and twinkling like somehow the night sky above was able to shed their stars and send them to earth just for those who inhabit it. All around people bustle about hurried with their own lives filled with cause and effect. Mothers hold onto their children's hands, children whine for their desires in toy shops. I've seen it before, done it before. Nothing is new.
Tilting my head upward I close the eye not covered by an eye patch allowing the small purities to flutter onto my face cooling it from built up anxiety. Somehow I managed to escape my mansion, convincing my maid to drive me to the city just to get away from all of the stress, all of the confusion. Lately my butler has been playing my heart like he's taught me how to play
His Butler, ApartHis Butler, Apart4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It wasn't so much that he wanted to leave; it was more of the fact that he had to leave. His gloved hand curls around the handle of the door, the weight on his heart threatening to crush the small organ as he pulls back inviting the bitter air inside. One foot extends itself into the approaching winter, cold seeping into him through his thick coat his master had gifted him a long time ago.
"What are you doing?" a voice inquires softly, halting him in his tracks.
Glancing over his shoulder he sees the housemaid, Mey-Rin, a slight hatred rippling through him. Ciel has grown more attached to her lately, for reasons unknown to him. He's seen them taking leisurely strolls through the white rose gardens, the empty corridors and he's even seen her sneak his young master sweets now and then. Exhaling he turns to address her, the door still open.
"Mey-Rin," Sebastian says, his voice low as if Ciel may hear in his bedroom nestled deep within the mansion, "Why are you out of bed?"
The maid fumble
His Butler, PossessionHis Butler, Possession4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The mansion has been quiet, too quiet. Ciel Phantomhive aimlessly wanders the halls, his eyes on the floor as he watches his feet silently move one in front of the other. Ever since their last encounter at the Trancy manor and he had been wounded Sebastian had kept his distance. The stab wound in Ciel's shoulder stings slightly but it's nothing compared to the aching in his heart for his butler.
Sebastian came in this morning to dress him, but only said what was required of him being a soft, "Good morning young master, it's time to wake up." Then after a proper changing he explained the breakfast and tea then left Ciel to eat alone. Never has Sebastian's food tasted so bland without his presence. After that the afternoon snack came at its usual time this time the only words of the snack and tea, no "Good afternoon" or a mischievous peck on the cheek. Not even the slightest touch or acknowledgment that Ciel truly existed in Sebastian's heart.
He stops before a large window overlooking t
His Butler, BetrayalHis Butler, Betrayal4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The carriage ride lasted too long, his maid didn't dress him fast enough it seemed, and yet as he approaches his final destination, the one he's waited so many painful days for, is only seconds away. Why is it that it feels that time itself is slow just to taunt Ciel Phantomhive as he gazes out his window watching the figure of the courthouse grow. Three days he's spent at the mercy of his maid, newspaper reporters, and his doting aunt sickening him with a sappy façade of tender love and care. How he wished he could curl his fingers around her neck and wring it dry of the lies she spills to eager men with pen and paper at hand. Not to mention the bloody photographers, basking in the candid shots of the mournful face of Earl Ciel Phantomhive plastered all over every London paper with the title, 'Phantomhive Butler, Indecent' 'Earl and Butler Caught in Scandal' 'Last Phantomhive Butler's Romantic.' Truths made into lies, fabricated by elaborate ideas blossomed into a product to be s
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Finally, it is finished. Ciel Phantomhive expels a great sigh of relief as his head falls into his hands. The paper work is done and in many neat piles atop his desk all ready to be mailed back to their original owners. Beside him sits his butler, a loyal demon who happily flicks the very last of the paperwork into its designated spot atop the oak surface. His eyes shift down to the mentally exhausted earl beside him. Smiling he ruffles the young boy's hair, "See? That wasn't so bad."
A tiny glare greets him, "Not so bad? Are you daft? That was three days of paperwork! How in any way was it not so bad?"
Sebastian chuckles, kissing Ciel gently on the cheek, "You were there, that's good enough for me."
Rolling his eyes slightly Ciel sits upright, surveying the masses of paper before him, "Well I suppose we can mail it all out tomorrow, and by we I mean you."
"Of course, my lord." His eyes scan the desk one last time in search of any bits they missed so they may retire for the evenin
Broken PiecesBroken Pieces4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's been over three months, and it's clear that the time is drawing closer to a possible death. He's broken his limit over and over, time and time again now nothing more than a shell of what he could be in this new life. A reformed demon, refined and transformed by a sheer moment of stupidity and lust of Sebastian Michaels. Ciel Phantomhive, once a powerful earl beyond his years and human age lies barely conscious in the floor. His small frame has sunk into itself proudly displaying his skeletal frame. Those lovely eyes that Sebastian has come to love more deeply have remained shut for days now, sometimes Sebastian almost wishes Ciel would just die and fade into nothing as he should've on the island years ago.
"Young master," Sebastian whispers, in the young demon's ear, gently sweeping back some of his dark grey hair, "Please, do not make me ask again."
Ciel shakes his head, turning his head into the floor shielding his face from the disappointed one of his loyal servant, "No...I do
His Butler, Torment Part2His Butler, Torment Part24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There are those eyes again, slender and luminous, sexy and allusive, red and amber. They beckon him from nothing as the pain and humiliation settles into his soul once more, or what's left of it. Those hands reach out of the darkness, the whispers of pretending pounding in his head. No, not again, not the pain not this again. How many times must this happen before the end? Is there even a God somewhere that hears his cries, to save him from this hell?
He screams, the pain too much, the demand for justice stronger than ever. Strong enough to summon him. The demon.
The butler's voice cries, "Young master!" His snow white hands flutter to keep his master steady as the young boy thrashes about in a nightmare.
His eyes pop open, wide with fear as his hand gropes under his pillow for his pistol. Where is it? He just had it; at least he thought he did. It was a gun he kept under his pillow, right?
The butler releases Ciel, returning to erect posture as he shoves his delicately framed rectangu
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The rightful head of the household stares distastefully at himself in the mirror as his faithful butler happily tugs folds and creases into crisp edges. The young earl's small lips turn into a frown as his single blue eye surveys the atrocity of an outfit Sebastian clothed him in-a large mass of blue and white frills and lace courtesy of his 'fiancée.' Exhaling he feels his body stiffen as Sebastian fastens a hat with equal decoration atop his master's head, a smirk tugging on his lips dying to burst into laughter.
"Sebastian " Ciel growls, meeting the butler's red eyes in the mirror, " what is this?"
"Party attire." The butler replies simply, as if his master had asked what day it is today, "Miss Elizabeth insisted you wear this to her party."
"A party I've been trying to veto for the past three days." Ciel sighs, his frown sinking, "Whatever was she thinking, holding an extravagant party in my home, a place of business not play."
"I think she just wants to spend some t
His Master, ForsakenHis Master, Forsaken4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Prolouge: Sequel series to His Butler, it's written to that the reader doesn't have to have read His Butler but, this makes it a bit more fun if you have read. This is a new and continuing series.
POV: Ciel Phantomhive
That's what he said, that last word whispered to my mouth before I felt my entire being leave me. It was as if the air from my lungs was being sucked from me, but instead of that feeling being in my chest it was throughout my whole body. As if somehow that air burned hotter than any fire and more painful than any wound. I was lost in that pain, without a body without a sole mind, without myself.
But somehow I found it, that tiny life line, that little thread just barely there and hardly recognizable. How I did it I'm not so sure, all I am aware of is that I'm alive. That's what I wanted wasn't it? Life? To keep my soul?
No. that's not what I wanted and it's not what I want now.
I need my butler, Sebastian Michaelis.