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Imma write a ~7000 word one shot for whatever black butler ship I get more headcannon-asks about.

That is actually precious. (put it in a modern au)

“Is it not just a precursor to sex?”

Ciel rubs a hand across his face, “no, no it is not,”

Impeccably, even after five years of living among humans, Sebastian is still stupid. This time, he is stupid not for killing every assassin in the night, nor leaving Bard in the kitchen for 20 minutes. This time, Ciel has realized he’s stupid because he’s literally never kissed anyone before.

“Then what is it for?” he insists.

“It’s just nice!”

The pair are laying in the master bedroom, having both woken up with the sunrise on their shared free day. Ciel has a date with Elizabeth later, and Sebastian has a few papers to file away, but neither have to worry about it for hours to come. So of course, they need to have an argument to pass the time. 

“It can’t be that nice,” Sebastian defends, “not if I’ve never been asked to,”

“You are actually too dense to be alive,” Ciel sighs, “Alois asked two days ago,”

“What?”

“‘What do your lips taste like?’ what the hell else is that supposed to mean?”

“I…”

“Sebastian,” Ciel’s head flops into a pillow, “he wanted to kiss you,”

“But you were right there, surely he wou-”

“He knows I’m poly!” The lord laughs now, burying his face into his pillow. “Sebastian, you can kiss Alois if you want,”

When Ciel looks up again, Sebastian is looking away, over his shoulder and out the window. He looks stunning, but Ciel’s been around the demon long enough to know he’s embarrassed. After a moment to admire his partner’s face, Ciel wriggles closer to him, bumping his nose against Sebastian’s cheek.

“Sebastian?” he asks in the sweet tone he knows drives his partner mad.

Slowly, he turns to face his partner, looking into his one visible eye. Ciel smiles and cups his cheek, running a thumb across the sharp cheekbone there.

“May I kiss you?”

The demon sighs in mock-contemplation.

“It can’t possibly be what you’ve built it up to be,” he insists, “but alright,”

AWWWW YEEEEAAAAHHHHH

He’s simply beautiful, in everything that he does. Even half dressed as he is, this child holds himself above the demon at his feet, with his shoulders strong and his chest puffed out, looking down at his servant through his nose. The regal, effeminate way he holds himself, the arrogant way he refuses to tilt his head down even slightly to watch Sebastian dress him. It all leaves the demon feeling breathless.

“You’re staring again,” disdain drips from the lord’s voice.

Sebastian forgets how to breathe as his head snaps down again to the task at hand.

“My apologies, my lord,” he manages.

There's a bit of chocolate on his nose and Sebastian has to physically restrain himself from licking it off. He moves behind the cart of tea and cake as subtly as possible, but the master glances over at the movement anyways.

A beat passes where the lord studies him, trying to seem oh so grown up while an unnoticed drip of frosting ruins his attempts. Sebastian drops his gaze and inch, if only to avoid his own temptation. The master counts it as a win and looks away.

His adam’s apple bobs with a new bite of cake. That slender neck curves up as the master studies something above him, then back down as he turns back to his cake. Something in the movement of that pale flesh is more tempting than the lord’s nose, so Sebastian starts to watch his hands.

Elegant, exposed hands, manicured and cleaned by himself, Sebastian can only think of how soft they are as he watches one finger hold the plate steady, while a hand elegantly holds a fork to cut into the last bit of cake there is.

“Sebastian, you’re staring,” he repeats again.

“My apologies,” Sebastian parrots.

Ciel wipes the chocolate off his nose the moment Sebastian leaves.

He should leave now; the lord is asleep. His only orders were to stay until the lord fell asleep, but Sebastian can’t help but admire the delicate curve of his master’s eyelashes. They have no right being as long as they are, but those perfectly formed, beautifully made eyelashes fold across his master’s finally relaxed face, and Sebastian is content to just watch the little lord snore.

That mouth is equally alluring, how it expands and shrinks with each breath the child must take. His pale, plush little lips stretched over his perfect white teeth, the soft sound they admit, like white noise and comfort. 

Sebastian isn’t sure how long he stands there, but his eyes eventually travel to the cute dip in his master’s waist, accentuated by the way the lord’s arm falls in front of him in his sleep. Hours may have passed in the time it took the demon to realize, a moment too soon, that his master stopped snoring.

“You’re staring,”

The demon fails to not flinch

“My apologies, my lord,” he says, leaving silently.

His hair glows in the light of the moon. The contrast of pale, alabaster skin stained with dark, liquid red trailing down his chin complements that slate blue hair in ways no artist could ever capture. One visible eye narrows at the twitching corpse at his feet, and Sebastian doesn’t bother to stop staring now. A breeze ruffles the black overcoat he wears and the master again tilts his head away from the ground, disgusted by the garbage below him.

Never once does he lose his composure as blood pours onto his shoes. Not once does he look frightened or appalled by the relaxed corpse, slowly stepping away from it as if it were a cliff’s edge he was done admiring. The only evidence that he even registers what he’s done is the slight, disgusted wrinkle of his nose as he watches the body stop twitching. He lowers his gun back into its holster.

“Sebastian?” his eye never leaves the corpse.

“Yes, my lord?”

“You’re staring again,”

“I know, my lord,”

Only then, does his gaze flick up to his butler. Deep, alluring blue stares into the demon’s soul and grasps something Sebastian does not know he has. The lord turns away, freeing the demon from his hold.

(aka regressed persons, this is a story I wrote a while ago and published on AO3)

possible trigger warnings: involuntary regression, mention of demons, mention of consuming souls (brief, meant as a joke), adult male characters (Bard and Sebastian), adult male caregiver (Sebastian).

The master's soul changed colors that morning.

Everything else was normal, Meyrin's soul was yellow, Bard's was green, Finny's was pink, but now there was a purple light where the blue one used to be. When Sebastian noticed it, he stood up straight.

"What happened?" he wondered.

"What do you mean?" asked Bard.

But Sebastian didn't answer him, he was too worried about his master. He left, a tray in hand, to go check on his now-purple master. The stairs to the office were steep, so Sebastian could not run like he wanted to, he had to walk. When he got to the door, he could feel his purple-master panicking, so he quickly came in to stand right by the boy.

"My lord, are you alright?" he asked.

No one answered him for a moment, but then, in the quietest voice possible, he heard his master say "Buzzy?"

Sebastian did not know what that meant. It sounded like a name, but that didn't make any sense. His name was Sebastian! Not Buzzy. Did they know a "Buzzy"? But then he looked down at the tiny noble, all curled up like a ball, and heard him muttering, and realized that his master was very, very small.

"Buzzy?" the butler repeated, "Am I Buzzy?"

The little lord nodded, and Sebastian kneeled down to look at his face.

"-and what's your name?"

He looked up. "Baby," he whispered.

Sebastian smiled, "and how old is Baby?"

Baby stared up at Sebastian for a long time, and Sebastian thought maybe he hadn't heard him. Then Baby held up two fingers, and Sebastian smiled wide.

"Two years old? That's a very good age,"

"Why?"

"Well…" Sebastian did not have an answer for that, he was just trying to be comforting.

"It's 'kay," Baby said, then looked up at Sebastian, "Why am I all tiny?"

Sebastian put in hand on the little's foot, "I'm not sure, but I think it might just be your brain's way of saying it's tired,"

"My head wants to go night night?" Baby asked, bringing his hand up to touch his head.

"In a sense, yes," Sebastian answered, "so why don't we go somewhere where you can relax?"

"Liiike the garden?"

"If that's where you want to go,"

Baby nodded and held his hands out to be carried, so his butler picked him up and put the boy on his hip. Down the stairs and out the door they went, Baby babbling the whole time about the pretty flowers he wanted to see. When they reached a bench, Sebastian sat down and put Baby in his lap.

"Am I going to be little for long?" Baby asked, he sounded worried.

"No, and it will pass faster if we let you do little kid things," Sebastian explained.

Baby nodded, and climbed off of Sebastian's lap.

"Little kid things like games?"

Sebastian nodded.

The lord looked down at his feet, suddenly very shy, "then can we play hide and seek?"

Sebastian smiled and brushed some hair out of Baby's face to get his attention.

"One," he said, closing his eyes, "twoooo,"

He heard giggles and little feet running away. As his master's little soul ran further and further away, he decided he rather liked the color purple (just, not for eating).

The end!