You knew that Ciel had been meaning to kiss you, it was written all over his face; or, the way his eyes always strayed down towards your lips and away from your eyes.
So, as befitting the Earl Phantomhive’s chosen partner, you found it only natural to tease him by eating foods that could be eaten with one’s fingers. Like strawberries drizzled in chocolate.
You also knew that Ciel had never kissed anyone before. Not even on the cheek by way of greeting at a house party..
So, naturally, you kept dropping hints like, “I wonder what it’s like to be kissed.” Comments such as these were only meant with tense shoulders and sharp exhales to indicate irritation.
You were not just teasing the young Earl, you were also driving him mad.
As such, it was of no surprise when, after finishing a particularly juicy strawberry, Ciel jerked upright. “That’s enough!”
You looked up in surprise, a smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth despite your concern for his outburst.
“You want to know what it would be like to be kissed, Y/N? Fine!”
Ciel stood, knocking his chair back against the wall, and stalked over to you, grabbing your cheeks and slamming his lips to yours. His nose bumped yours and you felt teeth somewhere along the way, but as Ciel settled against you and you helped him with the kiss – this was not your first kiss, after all – he found a rhythm that was mutually beneficial.
He pulled back, out of breath and blushing wildly.
You, on the other hand, had a smirk to beat the Cheshire cat’s.
⋆The lowly humans who decided to cease prior activities for a mere glance at the Earl Phantomhive’s girlfriend were now at her mercy for Ciel would not take any action unless she requested it.
⋆If his SO was the slightest bit uncomfortable with the watchful eyes of strangers then Ciel would intervene, however, he does not make a scene. Causing a scene could result in her embarrassment, instead Ciel would remove the two of them from the area, proceeding to order his butler to, ‘Show him the full Phantomhive hospitality.’ The stranger would surly leave the pair alone from that point on.
⋆ Ciel is not the type to get jealous or act possessive, he does not want his SO to feel owned by him in any way. Because of this he pushes his distaste of others aside and does not interfere with who his partner chooses to associate herself with. However, there are many men who seek her attention, and not all of them have good intentions.
⋆ At the order of his master, Sebastian would investigate each individual who attempted so socialize with the young master’s partner. The investigation would, of course, be kept secret from his SO.
⋆Those with bad intentions would disappear from society without a trace, being quickly forgotten by fellow nobles who were to engrossed in themselves to notice their absence. Those whose intentions were pure went unbothered, however, they were closely monitored by Ciel and his butler.
ciel: if this involves spreading yourself for the preist in the back ally of the chapel then im just going to surrender myself to scotland yard for tax evasion
Sebastian would be rather surprised, I think, because how had he not known that you were able to do such a thing? Upon discovering you could do such a thing, I think he’d ask you several questions: How many lives do you have? What does it feel like? What happens when you lose your last life? And, most importantly, could you turn into a cat?
He’d frown deeply when you told him you couldn’t
The demon wouldn’t worry for you as much as he did in the past, now knowing that(even if you did die) you could come back to him a handful of times before he needed to step in and save you from killing yourself for good. He’d call you “Kitten” much more often than he did before because, heh, he’s super punny and he knows it too.
Sebastian, altogether, would take the news very well and would be almost relieved that you were like him–that you could both be beautiful mysteries together until the very end.
Ciel
Ciel would be shocked into silence, and I know this, because how on Earth was such a thing possible? Death was final, or so he thought, and(after his initial silence) he’d be bubbling with questions: How long have you been like this? How many times had you died? How many more times could you die? And, most importantly, you couldn’t turn into a cat, could you?
He’d sigh in relief when you said you couldn’t
The boy would be relieved, but would be very worried for you too because he feared the pain of watching you die over and over before him until one day when you didn’t come back–and that thought terrified him to his core. He’d call you “Kitty-Cat” when you are alone just to tease you and because, let’s be honest, discovering this part of you was actually a little bit of a turn-on for the navy-haired teenager.
Ciel, altogether, would take the news very nervously but would eventually come to grips with such a thing and would embrace and appreciate you for everything you are.
❧ While worrying about the quantity of money his partner possessed has never been present on Ciel’s mind, it will be forever etched onto the brains of the nobles who spot the pair at social events. Nobles are supposed to marry other nobles after all.
❧ They are unable to attend a social event without the lingering stares of stuffy nobles, but for every rude remark, Ciel is able to return the discourtesy.
❧ Ciel does not expect them to follow all the same social rules as him, nor does he expect them to know them all, after all, he had to take multiple lessons in dining etiquette before he knew which fork to use.
❧ As tutors and colleges could only be afforded by those with money to spare, Ciel would be sure to let his partner get a proper education, finding the best tutors in all of England (or just getting Sebastian to do it.)
❧ Treats them the same as he would treat someone with higher social status, he is not like other nobles who are too blinded by their huge golden dicks to see everyone is the same regardless of social status.
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❧ Alois was not raised as a noble and it shows through his actions. He would not expect his SO to follow social rules just as he does not follow them himself.
❧ He would not stand for any rude comments regarding his partner’s status, picking a fight with anyone who dares to mention it. While his intentions are good, he will make a big scene, causing his partner to feel a little uncomfortable.
❧ Alois likes to think that his SO’s status doesn’t bother him, however, he will occasionally make an unintentional rude comment; assuming his partner is uneducated or can’t even afford to feed themselves. But that isn’t the case, they are middle class and while they are not as rich as nobles, they are able to take care of themself.
❧ Alois would always treat his SO like royalty no matter their social class, he expects his servants to treat them the same.
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Soma was generally a heavy sleeper, so it surprised him when the only thing that woke him was the slight shaking of his partner’s shoulders. Were they crying? Oh. Yes they were.
He softly put his hand on his partner’s shoulder, asking them if they were okay. His partner, seemingly shocked that he was awake, straightened up their shoulders and attempted to cease their sobbing. “Yes, I’m fine. I apologize for waking you. My allergies are acting up again,” they claimed, wearing a feigned look of annoyance. It was the oldest lie in the book, and Soma knew his partner like the back of his hand.
“You can tell me what’s bothering you, you know,” he gently stated, trying not to push any boundaries. However, their tears silently began streaming down their face, once more. Soma’s eyes widened. He hadn’t meant to make them cry.
“It’s just…” They started, struggling to find words. “You’re so nice, and handsome, and you know me so well. You’re so caring, and I’m… me. I’m not really any of those things, I’m–” They were cut off my Soma’s lips slamming against theirs–a fierce touch of absolute love and passion. Soma let some tears slip from his eyes as well–partially from his partner’s kind words toward him, and partially from their low opinion of themselves. It was neither happy nor sad crying, just emotional. Regardless, both parties’ tears mixed into the kiss, making it sloppy and chaotic, and somehow all the more endearing.
“Amazing,” Soma finished for them. “You’re amazing.”
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Sebastian was naturally a light sleeper, so the slightest sound from his s/o awoke him immediately. He instantly flew into a sitting position, latching one of his hands onto one of theirs, and asking them what was the matter. Were they hurt? What had happened?
He wasn’t expecting for his partner to tell him that they felt they weren’t good enough for him. What? That was utterly ridiculous. They were the best human of the entire species, the best thing in his life, and they felt inferior to him? A demon? Demons were such horrible creatures, at least to the human race. So why did his partner feel like he was so much better than them? Surely they couldn’t be so dense as to not see how lovely they are, could they?
He didn’t say anything as these thoughts went through his mind. After realizing that insecurity is just one of the many strange things of the human mentality, he would wrap his arms around his partner, giving them kisses on the forehead, down to the nose, and eventually the lips. He gently wiped their tears away, deciding he would do his best to convey his affection for them through physical actions, kissing his way down their neck, arm, and back up again. In between pecks, he would mumble phrases of love upon their skin, before moving to the next kiss. After countless minutes of “I love you’s” and “You’re so beautiful’s” being spoken to them, he would make his way back up to their lips, kissing them deeply. Tonight he was going to show them just how amazing they really are.
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It was rare that Claude ever actually slept while his s/o did. He preferred to lie awake and watch them in awe as their facial expressions changed according to their dreams. The two rarely got any time to spend alone, as Alois was so demanding, so Claude preferred to cherish any time he had with them, even while they were sleeping.
Because of this, he was a bit surprised when they sat up in bed. That was peculiar. He hadn’t thought they were awake, and they rarely got up before morning after falling asleep. Regardless, he figured he had better pretend not to be awake, and closed his eyes. However, that plan went out the window as soon as he heard his partner sobbing. What happened?
He opened his eyes and sat up, calmly asking his partner what was wrong. They were hardly in a state to answer, hysterically sobbing and breathing rapidly. It broke Claude’s heart to see them like this. What could be so wrong that it had caused them to react this way?
Between their broken sentence fragments of an explanation, he was able to put together what they meant. And it wasn’t exactly an outrageous thought–they were only human, after all. However, he could never say this to them, and opted for a softer approach instead. He wrapped his arms around his partner, pulling them to his chest, and silently rocked them back and forth, the way a mother would to her child. They both stayed there like that for hours, until his partner’s sobs ceased and they just rested their head on his chest, the occasional hiccup escaping their mouth. It was really a shame he’d have to tend to Alois in a short while, all Claude wanted to do was stay there and hold his s/o.
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Edward was shocked when he had been awoken by the movement of the bed. However, that wasn’t near as shocking as what had caused the movement.
His partner was crying? Because of him? Well, it wasn’t exactly because of him, but in Edward’s mind, it might as well have been.
It was a partner’s duty to make sure their s/o felt loved, and wanted, and especially sufficient. And he had failed to do so.
He slowly brought his partner to his chest, while resting his head atop theirs, and lacing their fingers together. The guilt overwhelmed him. Why hadn’t he noticed how his partner was feeling before? Surely this wasn’t a spur-of-the-moment thing. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly.
His partner raised their head from his chest. “You’re sorry? Why?” His lover’s expression was one of confusion.
“I’m sorry for not showing you how lovely you are. I’m sorry for not telling you everything that is so amazing about you. I’m sorry for not doing my job.”
This, in turn, made his partner get teary eyed all over again, a flash of guilt crossing their features. They hadn’t meant for him to feel this way, Edward knew that, yet here they were. They both opted to lie back down, holding each other even closer than before. Edward guessed they both needed to work on showing their affection more often.
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Ciel was alarmed and immediately on guard when he woke up to his partner’s sobbing. He had half a mind to reach for his gun, but decided he’d better ask his partner what was wrong first. After hearing, he was glad he hadn’t grabbed the gun.
The fact that they felt the way they did appalled him. No one had ever felt that way toward him before, especially not to the extent that his partner did. Why would they think he was so much better than them? He very clearly was not. However, the fact that they thought so, even after knowing his past made his heart swell in love and pride. He had a phenomenal lover.
He explained to his s/o how amazing they were, talking on and on about his favorite things about them. Although, he wasn’t prepared for his partner’s reaction–they had burst back into tears, throwing themselves into his arms, and crying into his neck.
What had he done? Had he said something wrong? When asked these questions, his partner could only halfway reply, their sentences broken up by sobs and hiccups.
“It’s… just… you’re so… understanding, and… you… just don’t know… how perfect… you… are.”
Ciel blushed at this. Oh. So he didn’t say anything wrong. He calmly held his lover as they sobbed into his neck, murmuring soft “I love you’s” into their ear. He would have to show them how much he appreciates them a bit more often.
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