Well I Finally Read 131.5 For The First Time, And Though I’ve Seen Some Screenshots, There Were So

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Imagine Weston College in quarantine lockdown!

Oh, I love quarantine fics! They literally got me through lockdown lol

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"Professor Michaelis!" McMilan called while knocking on said professor's door.

"McMilan, were you not aware that we have begun quarantine? Why are you out of your room?" Professor Michaelis's voice could be heard coming from the other side of the door.

"I know, but haven't seen Phantomhive. I haven't seen him since the announcement was made."

"I see. Go back to your room, McMilan. I'll take it from here."

A few seconds pass before Sebastian heard the boy walk away from his door. Once he was sure the boy was gone, he made his way back to his bed which was currently occupied with his ailing young charge.

“Did you hear that, Young Master? McMilan is worried about you. Has my Young Master made a friend?” Sebastian asked as he placed his hand on Ciel’s forehead.

“Don’t patronize me, Sebastian.” Ciel replied in a raspy voice before falling into a coughing fit. Sebastian sighed before helping Ciel sit up and handing him a glass of water.

“I suppose I should have seen this coming. It’s only natural that you would be one of the first to catch the virus, given your weak immune system.”

“Do you even know the meaning of silence?”

“Of course, my lord. I know the meaning of all the words in your language, among many others. Would you like to study your vocabulary now?”

Ciel met Sebastian’s false kind smile with a glare.

“Shut up. You’re giving me a headache.”

“My deepest apologies. Why don’t you take a short nap and I’ll focus on preparing the school work your missing out on?”

“What do you mean missing out on? Everyone else doesn’t have any!” Ciel whined.

“I’m not letting my Young Master fall behind. Now, sleep well. Don’t concern yourself with the others, I’ll handle everything.” Sebastian said, holding back a “per usual” comment.

Sebastian made sure Ciel was comfortably tucked in and within the next half-hour (plus more whining about school work), Ciel was sound asleep.

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I’m so so so sorry this took awhile to post. Depression really hit me the last few months, but I’ll do my best to post more often! I hope this fulfilled your expectations, Anon! Please send more requests, asks, or anything really! I love interacting with y’all <3!!

I will forever believe that Sebastian made himself look like Vincent on purpose

Confession time!!!!!!!!!! Tell us something you hardcore believed about Black Butler that turned out to be false :)

I genuinely believed that Sebastian was Ciel’s father and I was so shocked when I found out that Vincent and Sebastian are two different people. The portrait from “His Butler, Able” was one of the main reasons I believed that Sebastian was Ciel’s father (aside from how they acted, of course). When I saw it for the first time, I immediately thought ‘Wait a minute, that’s the same guy from before!’

I mean, come on! How was I supposed to know that Vincent wasn’t Sebastian? I believed it for a while until “Is Sebastian was Ciel’s father?” popped up in related searches on Google. I had a few fanfic ideas and theories I wanted to write about, but I pushed them aside when I found out about Vincent. How long could I have gone before I realized? I have no idea. I was already half way through the first season before Google told me the truth.

so i made a bsd and sk8 infinity crossover...

Ciel: I don’t know why everyone acts like I’m the one who needs Sebastian. I am perfectly capable of doing anything and everything without my butler. If anything, he’s the one who needs me. He would be completely lost without me.

Sebastian: Is that so? Well, I suppose the young master can dress himself, read his own bedtimes stories, and bake his own sweets.

Ciel: Just because I could, doesn't mean I should have to. Stop trying to get out of your job, Sebastian.

Sebastian: Of course, my lord. I don't doubt you for a second.

Soukoku headcannons because they have taken over my life

(Remember how I said I don’t write romance? Guess there’s a first time of everything •v•)

Port Mafia

Dazai fell first and harder

They have matching rings they got from the arcade and wore them all the time until they eventually broke. The rings were bound to break eventually considering how many battles they had been through, but they didn’t break during a battle. The duo were arguing about who knows what for the millionth time and the rings just snapped. They looked down at the pieces of plastic that had hit the floor in silence for a few minutes. (“If Chuuya wanted a divorce he could’ve just said so.” “Shut up and go win us new ones.”)

They both have specific items they steal from each other whenever they’re going to be separated for some time (separate missions, hospital stays, etc.). Chuuya will steal Dazai’s black hoodie that has what looks like lightning strike decals on the sides of the sleeves. Dazai will steal Chuuya’s white blanket that has what is supposed to be a slug and a mackerel messily stitched in one of the corners from when Chuuya was first learning how to embroider. They always make sure to return it without the other noticing when they get back from wherever they were so the item will smell like the other when it’s time for the duo to be separated again. Of course, both know the other takes said items, but neither say anything.

They paint each other’s nails every now and then. Black is they’re default color but they’ve also tried various nude/pink shades, blues, reds, and some glitters.

They’ve both attempted eyeliner (liquid and pencil) and failed. Both ended up with the liner all over their eyelids, but that didn’t stop either of them from laughing at the other.

They were each other’s first kiss. It was 2 in the morning and they were watching a movie. Since they can never agree on what to watch, they have a bowl with random numbers in it and whichever number is pulled is what they type in on the tv. Tonight some romance movie had been selected. Neither were particularly interested but they watched anyways (mainly to see whose movie plot prediction was right). Chuuya was growing sleepy towards the end. Sleep never came easy to Dazai so he let his mind wonder why the kiss scene at the end was always made out to be this grand moment. He turned to Chuuya who had laid his head to rest on his shoulder. He tucked his finger under Chuuya’s chin to tilt his head up and connected their lips. It was quick, not nearly as drawn out as the one playing on the screen. Yes, they both liked dramatics but it’s important to not over do it. They both hummed as they broke apart. It was pleasant, but it was not firework worthy as the movies had made it seem. Chuuya rested his head again, this time in the crook of Dazai’s neck rather than the edge of his shoulder before saying “Next time put some chapstick on. Get the strawberry one.”

Dazai finds children to be annoying, but he doesn’t exactly like or dislike them. Chuuya adores children and finds them to be endearing. To Dazai, there is very little in this world that can make him laugh as children falling. He's not necessarily laughing because the child may or may not be hurt, but more so at the face they make when they're processing what happened and then start crying. Chuuya yells at him despite this explanation.

The first and last time they said "I love you" was the night Dazai left. Before placing the bomb under Chuuya's car, Dazai had used his spare key to enter Chuuya's apartment to take his car keys. An extra precaution to ensure Chuuya wasn't caught in the explosion. He was supposed to be in and out, but he couldn't resist checking on Chuuya one last time. He peeked into the bedroom to find Chuuya already fast asleep. He walked over and watched him for a bit, knowing it would be a long time before he would be able to do so again in peace. He reached in his pocket and applied the strawberry chapstick to his lips before leaning down to connect their lips. Chuuya stirred at the contact and even though he cracked his eyes open, it was clear his mind was still very much asleep. Dazai pulled back after a few seconds and placed the chapstick along with his spare apartment key on Chuuya's bedside table. He briefly debated on leave a note before deciding he had already been in the apartment for too long. The last thing he wanted was to make it seem like Chuuya knew of his departure beforehand. "I love you," Dazai said in a quiet voice. It took more in him to actually get the words out then he cares to admit. "I love you so much. Forgive me for what I'm about to do, especially to your car, but this is for the best." These words came out more broken then he intended, but he hopes he got his point across. "I love you too," Chuuya mumbled out, eyes shut and snuggling deeper into his pillow. Dazai would come to cherish the moment the second he stepped out of the apartment. Chuuya does not remember it, but believed those three words to have been merely apart of his dream.

Wait, I just realized something

Dazai told Chuuya that he was the one who blew up his car and Chuuya responded with something like “Wait that was your doing??” and he sounded surprised.

So, if Chuuya didn’t think it was Dazai who blew up his car, who did he think did?

I find it so hard to believe that Chuuya didn't instantly suspect Dazai but everyone was like "no he left without a word, there's no way he took the time to blow up your car and nothing else" so he believed them until Dazai confirmed he was right after all.

Black Butler Headcanon #1

Rabbit Sebastian

Ciel has an enormous Sebastian bitter rabbit. Ciel had designed the plushie as a joke. He wanted to get on Sebastian’s nerves by portraying him as a harmless bunny. It had backfired when Sebastian went out and bought him one with the explanation, “Oh Bocchan, don’t you know that rabbits can be vicious and aggressive fighters? I am honored that you would represent my skills as such. Now you can have another protector for when I’m away. Isn’t that wonderful?” Ciel was not amused.

The next time Ciel ordered Sebastian away to uncover information, he found himself waking up from a nightmare. He was no stranger to nightmares, but when the nightmares are so graphic, it takes everything in him to not call for Sebastian. He doesn’t always succeed, but that night he did. He stopped Sebastian’s name from exiting his mouth with a mere second to spare. He focused on calming his heart and controlling his breathing. Had Sebastian been there, he would already be drink warm milk with honey. But Sebastian wasn’t there. Ciel looked around his room, assuring himself that he was safe, when he saw the plushie Sebastian had left next to his bed. Hesitantly, he reached for the stuffed rabbit and placed it next to him.

When Sebastian returned that morning, he prepared Ciel’s tea and breakfast before going to wake Ciel. Once Sebastian entered Ciel’s room, he saw Ciel cuddling with the oversized plushie. He couldn’t help the small smile that found its way onto his face.

I've got a Dadbastian request! Idk if this will make sense but I had a scenario in mind where another miscellaneous demon breaks in and almost/does attack O!Ciel for his soul and his dad comes in and saves him.

Ooooh I like this one! Also the fact that Sebastian always has Ciel close his eyes when he’s in his true form because he doesn’t want Ciel to see him “so improper/unsightly” (which I translate to “my true form will probably frighten you and I can’t have you any more traumatized than you already are”), but another demon couldn’t care less. Time to traumatize my favorite character again (I’m so sorry Ciel, I promise this isn’t personal)

TW: restricted breathing/demon attack, panic attack, ptsd attack, description of Ciel’s month long capture

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One of the most frightening factors of this whole ordeal, was how quickly it happened. Sebastian had just tucked him in and left him to sleep. Ciel couldn’t be sure if he had actually fallen asleep or was just about to when he felt something covering his nose and mouth.

The lack of air caused his eyes to quickly open as he felt tightness in his chest. The object restricting his breathing was a large, pitch black hand that had sharp nails that were digging into the side of Ciel’s face. The room was consumed by black smoke with blood red eyes visible all around him. He tried to scream, to call for his butler like he had countless times before, but all that could be heard were ineligible squeaks.

“Quiet.” A voice snapped, and that was the last thing Ciel heard before slipping into darkness.

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There were voices whispering all around them. There were to many speaking at once for Ciel to decipher what they were saying, but the voices kept getting louder and louder. It was overwhelming. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. As the blurriness he had seen began to clear up, he felt his heart stop.

The metal of the cage was cold and rough. His clothes were dirty and worn; they did nothing to keep him from the cold that was heavy in the room. The lights were blinding and the whispering was still growing louder.

“Se-!” Ciel tried once more to call for his butler, but his voice would not speak his butler’s name.

‘Sebastian, help me! Get me out of here! This is an order, do you hear me? An order, an order, an order!’ Ciel tried to scream, but the best he could do was have the command play in his head.

Finally, the whispers began to quiet down; however, booming footsteps began to make themselves known. They belonged to a tall man whose face was hidden by the hood of his robe. The man began to speak, but Ciel could not determine what he was saying over the sound of his heart beating. He tried so hard to move, to scream, but his body would not respond to his commands. He just wanted-.

"Young Master? Can you hear me?" Sebastian's voice cut through the noise. Ciel wasn't sure if his mind was playing a trick or not, but he would grasp on to any glimmer of hope.

'Sebastian!' Ciel tried once more to speak, but the best he could do was let out another squeak followed by coughing.

"My apologies, I'm afraid this will be most unpleasant." Sebastian's voice said. Ciel didn't see how anything could be worse than his current situation.

Ciel felt something he could not see wrap around him and pull him forward. Yet, his body was not moved, his soul was. He felt like he had been ripped out of his body. Lights flashed, the world was moving past him at the speed of light, noises rotated in volume, and the world around him was freezing cold.

Suddenly, the world around him came to a crashing halt and his screams finally left his mouth. He could feel an arm holding him to a familiar chest as the other hand strokes through his hair.

"Shhh, it's alright. You're alright."

Sebastian words did little to sooth him. His tears flowed and screams rang through the manor, causing the other servants to rush to his room.

“Bloody hell! What happened in here?!” Bard yelled in shock.

The curtains had been ripped from the wall, the window was shattered, books and various other items were thrown about the floor, and the bedding was ripped to shreds. In other words, Ciel’s bedroom had been destroyed.

“I’m afraid the Young Master had a late night visitor. As you can see, said visitor was less than pleasant.” Sebastian explained before turning back to Ciel.

“Let’s get you somewhere acceptable.” Sebastian said, cradling Ciel to his chest has he moved to leave the room. Ciel had managed to stop screaming, but was still hyperventilating and would not remove his face from where it was buried in the crook of Sebastian’s neck. However, it was probably best that he didn’t see the full extent of his damaged room.

“If the three of you could begin cleaning this up, it would be a big help.” Sebastian said as he shut the door behind him.

Sebastian made his way to the sitting room in a calming silence (which was soon broken by Bard’s yell of, “Who the hell has this many eyes?!”).

Once Sebastian reached the sitting room, he attempted to place Ciel in his chair. Ciel made his displeasure of the attempt clear by tightening his hold on Sebastian and shaking his head.

“Alright, alright. I suppose we’ll just stay like this for the time being.” Sebastian murmured. Silence fell between the two again.

While Ciel was too shaken to feel anything other than fear, Sebastian felt awkward. In his defense, demons aren’t exactly known for comforting children. He didn’t have any experience when it came to children outside of his current contract. The best he could think to do was to attempt to mimic what the parents in the stories he often read to Ciel would do. He did make a note to mimic the good parents instead of the evil ones.

“There, there. It’s over now.” Sebastian said while using a hand to cradle the back of Ciel’s head.

“I’m sorry you had to see that.”

After a moment, Ciel finally removed his head from where it was buried in Sebastian’s neck and looked up at him. He had calmed down, but a few stray tears still fell.

“Is that what it’s going to be like?"

"What do you mean, my lord?" Sebastian asked, raising an eyebrow.

"When you take my soul... Is that what's going to happen?"

"Oh, no. Not at all. I can't lie, so I won't say that you will be exempt from any and all pain; however, it will be nothing like that." Sebastian hesitated for a moment before adding, "I promise."

Ciel briefly studies Sebastian before deciding to believe him.

"Okay." Ciel finally said as he again rested his head on Sebastian's shoulder.

No more words were spoken between them. They stayed like that for about an hour before Tanaka knocked on the door to inform them that the mess had been dealt with. Sebastian carried Ciel back to his room and attempted to place him back into his bed, but Ciel had other plans. He shook his head and tightened his grip on Sebastian again. The message was clear, "I don't want to be in here."

Sebastian thought for a moment before deciding to take Ciel to one of the guest bedrooms. Despite how shaken Ciel may be, he's still a human and needs to at least get 8 hours of sleep. The last thing Sebastian wanted to deal with was a sleep deprived master.

Luckily for Sebastian, Ciel seemed to be content in the guest bedroom and was willing to try to sleep. The only condition was that Sebastian had to stay and watch over him for the rest of the night.

Luckily for Ciel, Sebastian had already planned to watch over him.

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Sorry this took awhile to finish, I had a few different ideas and it took a bit to choose one 😅

I hope you liked the story, Anon! And for anyone else reading who may have enjoyed, please send me any requests if you have them (I get bored in class a lot 😂) 💜💜💜

Damn it.

NOOOOOOOOOO I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF A FIC

What am I supposed to do now??

AO3 is back up now!! Thank goodness 😭

NOOOOOOOOOO I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF A FIC

What am I supposed to do now??