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Me when my professors tell me to have a good weekend after they gave me a ton of homework:

No one:

Me posting Dadbastian every day to try to get my old 18 followers to notice I switched blogs:

I am in desperate need of requests

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.

I really need to update this fic >_<

The first chapter of His Master, His Contract is up! I haven’t abandoned His Butler, Undercover or The Phantomhive Servants’ Favorite Moments, those chapters are just taking me a bit longer than expected. Both are in the editing stages and I will post them as soon as I can. Thank you for your patience! <3

Poor Sebastian

Ciel: How could you, Sebastian?! How dare you! What you have done is unbelievably cruel! I will never forgive you for what you’ve let happen to me! You were supposed to be my protector! I can feel myself fading… It won’t be long now. Tell Finny that he was my favorite. This is it. This is where I met my end. Goodbye, cruel world.

Sebastian: My lord, please, it’s just a paper cut.

Ciel: Shut up, Sebastian. You have no idea how much pain I’m in.

Sebastian:… I’m not your favorite? :(

Ciel: Not after this disgrace.

Hi, hello! If you’re feeling down or just want to smile, I have brought you Dadbastian cuteness 🖤

This post took me so long, but will forever be one of my favorites 💜

Ok ok here me out!! Black butler but they have social mediaa! What are they posting Miss Lokabrenna? 👀👀👀

Let’s see…

I think their usernames would look something like this.

Ciel: the_queens_guard_dog

Sebastian: simply_one_hell_of_a_butler

Finny: sunshine_boy

Mey-Rin: deadly_maid

Bard: fire_chef

Tanaka: ho_ho_ho

Madame Red: the_red_queen

Lau: my_my_how_interesting

Grell: the_queen_of_red

Undertaker: hahaha_coffins

William: william_t_spears

Ciel would also have an account for Funtom called official_funtom. He himself would rarely post on it, leaving that to Tanaka or Sebastian. The posts would be what toys and candies they’re selling, updates, and maybe a poll or two about candy flavors or which toy should be available first.

Ciel’s personal account wouldn’t have many posts. He’s not really into social media, but he is not above using his account to call people out when they annoy him. One time Ciel found a cat that he had told Sebastian to get rid of the previous week. He took a picture of the cat with the caption “Look what I found @ simply_one_hell_of_a_butler. You have 5 minutes to come dispose of this wretched creature before I tell Finny to come hug his new pet.” Luckily for the cat, Sebastian saw the post in time and hid it in his room took it to an animal shelter.

Sebastian’s account consists of a ton of cat pictures. A ton. The cat pictures range from random cats he found walking around London to full-blown cat photoshoots he did at the Phantomhive manor while Ciel was asleep. Sebastian posted cat pictures from the moment he got social media. This caused Ciel to assume that was all Sebastian was posting, so he never checks Sebastian’s posts. Sebastian uses this knowledge to his advantage. If Ciel had bothered to check Sebastian’s posts in the last 2 years, he would have noticed that he features in a lot of them. He also would have noticed that Sebastian had discovered every cat filter in existence. There is one short video Sebastian posted that would make Ciel flip his lid. It just so happens to be Sebastian’s favorite video. Sebastian found Ciel asleep at his desk (again) and decided to take the opportunity to test out the new blue neon lights cat ears and whiskers filter he had discovered that morning. He pressed record and took care to get just the right angle. He placed his other hand on Ciel’s head. Ciel stirred and looked up. Ciel was clearly still half asleep but mumbled, “Did you bring cake?” Ciel had eaten his dinner in his office and the plate was still there. Sebastian noticed some broccoli that had been left on the plate and grabbed a piece. He handed the piece of broccoli to Ciel and said, “I brought you this.” Ciel took the broccoli and touched it with the tip of his tongue. After a second, he pulled back and looked up at Sebastian. With the most heartbroken expression and voice Ciel said, “This isn’t cake.” The video cut off with Sebastian saying, “Oh, Bocchan, don’t cry-!” Ciel was confused, but pleasantly surprised when Sebastian brought him a piece of cake the next morning.

Finny’s account contains photos and videos of the Phantomhive garden, animals, and himself. Every morning he posts a short video of himself outside. He would start the video by saying something along the lines of, “Good morning everyone! It’s such a beautiful day outside, I hope you all get a chance to enjoy the sun today.” He ramble a bit about what he needed to get done, wish everyone a good day, and end the video by telling everyone he loves them. His account would be a positive place to go and everyone who saw something he posted would smile.

Mey-Rin’s account would show her daily life. She likes to go live while she is cleaning. She enjoys talking to her audience and appreciates whenever they offer her cleaning advice. In turn, she offers self defense advice whenever she is asked to. Her favorite thing to post is selfies with Bard and Finny. She posts about Ciel and Sebastian as well, but she knows that they don’t enjoy having their pictures taken and she respects that.

Bard’s account is full of cooking tutorials. His “claim to fame” is cooking with his flamethrower. Needless to say, most of his videos end up in flames. Regardless, he has managed to gain a good following. His followers enjoy his personality and find him entertaining. They do worry about his safety, so he agreed to have someone in the kitchen with him when he’s recording. Sebastian has no idea why he agreed to be said person. Sebastian stays out of the camera’s view, but he can be heard making comments throughout the video. Sebastian’s input usually ranges from “Not bad” to “No” to “You should change your name to fired_chef” depending on how badly the kitchen has been destroyed.

Tanaka usually posts about once a month or so. His account contains photos of the sky and teacups. His account is very peaceful and has a sense of calm surrounding it.

Madame Red was very active on her account. Her account was full of fashion, parties, etc. There were a ton of pictures of Ciel too. All of Ciel’s pictures had captions under them, telling the world how much she loved her nephew and how she considered him to be her own son. Her last post was a picture of Ciel in the Lady Ciel dress, right before the Viscount Druitt’s party. The caption was “The most precious thing in my life. I love you more than you will ever know ❤️” Ciel will never admit it, but after Madame Red’s death, he found himself scrolling through her account more often. The captions about him help him believe that she didn’t mean what she said to him before her death.

Lau’s account has been banned. For multiple reasons.

Grell’s account is full of selfies. She loves updating her followers on how she’s doing and what she’s doing. She shares every thought and idea on social media. Her followers love her personality and many are envious of her hair. Sebastian and Ciel know about her account. She follows both of them, so they checked out her account. At the time, her most recent video was about how Sebastian should change his handle to grells_sassy_bassy. Sebastian blocked her. Ciel liked the video and followed her back.

Undertaker posts his favorite jokes and coffins. He also lets his followers know whenever any of his coffins go on sale. He loves when his followers send him their favorite jokes.

William T. Spears never posts. The only reason he has an account is because Grell made it for him. The only thing on his account are selfies with him and the other reapers (mainly Grell) that Grell posted for him.

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Bonus!

One day, Undertaker came across the video Sebastian posted of Ciel. In his comment, he tagged Ciel and said “Hahaha! Nice video, butler. @ the_queens_guard_dog The next time you want information, consider this your payment!”

All of England heard Ciel yell, “SEBASTIAN MICHAELIS!!!”

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Wow, this was longer than expected. Thank you so much for the ask! I really enjoy the prompts that have been sent to me! My ask box is always open 💜

How do you think a conversation about Ciel wanting a puppy would go?

Ciel: Sebastian!

Sebastian: Yes, my lord?

Ciel: I want a puppy.

Sebastian: You have Pluto.

Ciel: He doesn’t count. I want a puppy, not a demon hound.

Sebastian: Isn’t Finny enough?

Ciel: No, he’s a human.

Sebastian: He acts like a puppy.

Hey, can you possible write something about Sebastian trying to comfort Ciel (maybe he had a nightmare or tripped and fell, etc.) but he’s really bad at emotions?

Of course! Thank you for the request! <3

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Where was he? Why couldn’t he move? Everything hurt so much; it was unbearable. Wait, who are the people surrounding him? What’s wrong with their faces? No, not faces. Masks, cult, knife, sacrifice! No! No, no, no, no, no! Help! Someone, please! I’m scared! They’re going to hurt me again! They’re going to kill me! Help! Sebastian! Sebastian!

“Sebastian!” Ciel screamed as he awoke from his night terror. He quickly set up and wrapped the blankets all the way around him.

Sebastian was at his side instantaneously.

“You called, my lord?”

Ciel curled up and rested his head on his knees.

“Tell me they’re dead. Tell me you killed them.” Ciel ordered. Sebastian raised an eyebrow.

“Killed who, my lord? If you’ll recall, I’ve killed quite a few people.”

“Them.” Ciel hissed. “The ones who kept me in a cage and made my life a living nightmare. Are they dead? Did you kill them all?”

Sebastian thought the question was a bit silly. Of course they were dead. Since when does he leave things incomplete? Plus, Ciel had been present when he slain the cultists. Why was Ciel asking a question he very well knew the answer to? Still, Ciel had asked a question, so Sebastian answered.

“Yes, my lord. Every cultist in that room faced a violent and painful death, I assure you.”

“Good. Good.” Ciel said, shakily.

How strange. Why was Ciel shuddering? Was he cold? Sebastian retrieved another blanket from the closet and wrapped it around Ciel’s shoulders. That’s when he noticed the tears.

“Young master? Why are you crying?”

“I’m not crying.” Ciel said, voice cracking.

“Yes, you are.”

“No, I’m not.”

Sebastian ignored him and cupped Ciel’s face. He gently lifted Ciel’s face to meet his gaze. Sebastian used a handkerchief to dab the tears away.

“Well, if these aren’t tears, I’m afraid we must call a doctor.”

Ciel said nothing, but allowed Sebastian to continue.

“What happened, my lord? Did you hurt yourself?”

Ciel shook his head.

“You’ll laugh.”

“No, I won’t. That would go against my aesthetic. What kind of butler would I be if I laughed at my young master’s distress? Surely, not a good one.”

Ciel found a bit of comfort in the familiar phrase.

“It’s… dumb.”

“Maybe it is, but you have me intrigued.”

“I had a nightmare.” Ciel mumbled.

“I can’t understand you, my lord.”

“I said I had a nightmare.” Ciel said a little louder.

“Oh, is that all?” Sebastian asked after a moment.

“See! You think it’s dumb.”

“I said nothing of the sort. I was merely surprised that a trivial nightmare is the cause of your tears.”

“I know, you don’t have to tell me.” Ciel said, burying his face back into his knees.

Sebastian brushed down a few stray hairs on Ciel’s head before leaving the room.

Of course he left. Why would he stay? The whole situation was ridiculous. Ciel Phantomhive, the Earl of Phantomhive, the Queen’s Guard Dog is crying over a nightmare. What a joke. What kind of Earl was he? He foolishly called for his butler and let him see him weak. He should never be weak. Why did he call for Sebastian anyway? He can’t fight a nightmare. What was he expecting? For Sebastian to care? For Sebastian to tell him that everything was alright? How idiotic. How childish.

Ciel’s head snapped up when he heard his door open again. Sebastian re-entered the room with a tray that held a cup of warm milk and a jar of honey. Sebastian sat the tray down next to Ciel. Ciel used the honey dipper to sweeten the milk to his preference. No words were exchanged. Ciel finished his drink and lied back down. Sebastian tucked Ciel in before speaking.

“Worry not, my little lord. The servants and I will keep you safe. You will get your revenge in due time. Then, I’ll devour your soul and you’ll never be in pain again.”

“No more pain…” Ciel muttered before falling asleep once more.

Sebastian gathered the tray, empty cup, and jar of honey and moved to leave. Sebastian placed his hand on the door knob and turned back towards Ciel.

“Sweet dreams, Bocchan.” Sebastian said and he left Ciel to his rest.

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I hope this was satisfactory! Thank you again for requesting it! <3

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.

The first chapter of The Phantomhive Servants’ Favorite Moments is on ao3

Finny and Sebastian watched in confusion as Ciel started to sneeze.

“Bocchan? Are you alright?”

“Sebastian, I think there is a cat somewhere nearby.” Ciel said as he motioned for Sebastian to pick him up. Sebastian raised an eyebrow. It was rare for Ciel to want to be held, but Sebastian complied and held Ciel to his chest.

Sebastian scanned the yard, trying to find the lovely creature that Ciel was unfortunately allergic to.