#unabashednightmarepizza

To be perfectly honest, you’re a headache that Ciel is completely unwilling to deal with at first. Not only have you fought with his entire small army of servants, you’re also somehow from the future? And a Phantomhive? Of course, this knowledge means he survives at least long enough that his bloodline doesn’t die. That he’s going to have a child in the future, then maybe a grandchild, and that his family name isn’t going to be swallowed when his soul is… he’s not ready to address those kinds of things and the feelings that go with them.

For the moment, take your… friend? Sister? Cousin? Partner-in-crime, and assist the servants in cleaning up. If he’s stuck with you, he’s not going to let you get off easy for making a mess in his home, no matter who you happen to be. He’ll let you sleep in the servants’ quarters at least for now, but with good behavior maybe you can move to a guest room.

However you got here, you’re still a Phantomhive, so… Sebastian at least seems to forgive your audacity. He’s bound by contract to serve Ciel, which includes making nice with you as his master’s descendant. Certainly, though, should the truth come out, (which it very well may, there’s no sense keeping supernatural secrets from a time traveler), he’ll admit he’s surprised you managed to keep up with him in a fight. If you managed to land a hit, you might have even caused a little bit of pain; the only other mortal who’s ever inflicted any pain on a demon like Sebastian is Lau. Though he may not understand you, he does respect you.

The household really is rather more lively with you around. Even not being dull at the best of times, you appear to bring out that much more chaos when it comes to the rest of the servants. (This is the main reason Sebastian gets easily frustrated with you. You encourage reckless behavior with the people under his supervision, and they all have enough of a problem with that as it is.) Thankfully, it really does seem that you can handle yourself, so in the event of everyone needing to protect the manor, you’re more than able to hold your own alongside the servants.

There’s absolutely no reason for Pluto to not still be around, so you and your cousin might have some fun assisting Finny in wrangling the demon hound. Pluto really prefers Sebastian’s company over anyone else’s… surely, you’re a close second, though, especially because Sebastian doesn’t really like dogs. And, this does mean that practically from the second you meet him, you’ve got a built-in attack demon. You dare anyone to defy you now!! You’ll have London’s worst cowering before you know it.

Speaking of Finny, whenever you or your cousin need a break from all the crazy adventures, he makes it clear you’re always welcome in the garden. There’s a little spot just for you two… in part because he might have a crush on one or both of you, but, mostly because he wants to be nice. Even though none of the others know what’s happened and why you’re here, they do know you’re related to Ciel in some way. That makes the servants want to protect you as well as him. At the end of the day, Finny wants to make sure you have a safe place amid all the chaos. He knows how it can get round this household, and everyone needs some rest.

You’re forever sneaking snacks, sweets, and tea from the kitchen… even behind the servants’ backs. Although Sebastian gives you a stern warning to leave some for everyone else and not ruin your appetite, Bard is your accomplice and is equally as to blame for your sticky fingers. He’ll pretend he doesn’t notice you in the kitchen at all, claiming his back was turned while cooking if he’s questioned about it. More than once he’s loudly proclaimed in full earshot of Sebastian or Ciel that he’s sorry, but he doesn’t want you to spoil your dinner, he has a cup of tea for you and nothing else… while pressing a little bag full of sugar cubes into your hand. Then Sebastian wonders why he has to go buy more in the middle of the week. (… Ciel’s sweet tooth is only rivaled by yours, after all.)

Far as Mey Rin is concerned, thank God, another couple of women!! Despite that she adores her coworkers, sometimes it drives her a little batty not to have another girl round the house. Now she’s got you and your cousin to make conversation and bond with. It gets a bit lonesome unless Lizzie comes over, so, she’s happy to steal you both away for a moment under the guise of making sure she’s made your beds to your liking… only to immediately muss the linens up by bouncing on the beds like a couple of schoolgirls at a sleepover, giggling and talking. Of course, she still does her work, and she’ll fix the bed later; it’s just nice to be able to spend time with other ladies. If you want, and if you don’t know how already, she’ll even teach you to shoot a gun. Even though you shouldn’t need to help protect the manor… well, it’s a dangerous world, so if you want to be prepared to keep yourself safe, she’s here to serve in any way she can.

The one who’s a bit of a toss-up as to how he interacts with you is Snake. He’s nervous around other people in general, and here he is among upper society as a servant, and he doesn’t really know how to behave, so he… often simply stays silent and still just so he doesn’t say or do anything wrong. Mercifully, though, you’re actually a little easier to interact with. It’s like you don’t fully know the social mores yourself, which is a comfort to someone like him who doesn’t either. He still does his best to help you in whatever you might need, despite that it’s in a quiet kind of way. Watching you fight like you do, so much action whereas he’s typically about stealth, he’s mystified. You’re a puzzle, alright. But… he sort of likes having you around.

Ciel has given Sebastian an order that he must obey you, to treat any order from you as if it were an order from Ciel himself. He grants you this privilege as soon as he knows he can trust you not to abuse it, and not a second sooner. It’s almost as if you’ve got your own contract with Sebastian, with all the benefits and none of the risk. (Ciel’s reasoning is that if you really are a Phantomhive, and you’ve proved you aren’t going to betray him, then you deserve the right to access whatever he can give you, including his demon butler.) This irks Sebastian to no end, mainly because he has to follow your orders without the promise of a second meal. Not that your soul would be nearly as enjoyable as Ciel’s, but still, it’s more work for no additional reward. That being said, unless you show incredibly poor judgment in your orders, he can’t complain too much. He’ll fulfill your wishes to the best of his ability, so… whether you use him for good or evil is up to you. Should you take advantage, though, Ciel isn’t above rescinding this order and preventing his attendant from being your plaything.

he was still in her robe and mortarboard, flipping the tiny tassel front and back amusingly. they came home from a night of celebrating but despite holding a master’s degree in one hand and another around his bicep, she was upset. knowing his wife well, he decided to not bring it up until they were home, trying his best to cheer her up before offering to drive her home and called it a night after 2 hours into the party.

she wasn’t the only one with a piece of paper to flex; choso now has a driving license.

she kicked her heels off and immediately disappeared into the bathroom, slamming it shut. folding the robe gently on the chair along with the cap, he put the electric kettle on and pulled out two cups with the intent to make sure that she'll have a cup of warm calming tea ready to sober up. his fingers tapped the marble countertop, wondering if he should go and knock on the door. he closed his eyes, resting his forehead against the cupboard. his mind roamed around, the sound of the kettle hissing was loud, but his mind snapped when he heard his name.

“choso,” she called out.

he turned around instantly. his wife held up a stick, where there was two faint red lines in the small window. choso’s face scrunched in confusion. “what does that mean? are you having a fever?” he asked, which she laughed with tears streaming down her face. he was immediately by her side, concerned by her sudden outburst of emotions, pulling her in his arms and asking if she was alright. she couldn’t help but to laugh even louder when she heard him talking about how weird this thermometer is and how does one read it. she cupped his face and focused him to her.

his eyes widened as her lips moved; “i’m pregnant.”

“what?”

“my friend told me i look bloated. asked me if i was finally letting it go, and not care about my weight anymore and asked what did i eat to gain a lot of fat since she wanted to do the same. and then another asked me if i was pregnant. so yeah, i figured why not and hey, look,” she took his hand and rested gently on her belly, “so now, i have little human in me.”

and that was 5 years ago.

she couldn’t help to smile as she watched the little pitter patter of their tiny human, screaming as she ran around the sofa, with a clearly exhausted but still giggling choso on her trails. “she doesn’t want to wear her pants,” he whined, pouting at the mom before returning to the tiny human, “baby, come on. please put on your pants.” like she had understood his every word, the toddler shook her head, giggling with drools down her face.

hana is the name given to their firstborn.

she’s mixed of them; locks of black hair that was always up in two tiny buns like her father and her mother’s beautiful eyes. she hadn’t shown any possibility of carrying his cursed gene, something they both had been so grateful enough when they first confirmed their pregnancy, but that doesn’t stop the child from possibly continuing her family line of sorcerer. something they’ve been keeping their eyes out ever since she’d turn 3.

“you need help, choso?”

“no, no, i got this. just, give me a minute and i’ll give you your child with perfectly worn pants.”

the child shrieked as the father got closer and ran straight into the protective arm of the mother. “got em!” she held the child up to the father. "nooo," hana cried when she realised her mistake. she pouted, willingly letting her father put the pants over her diaper. finally, choso sighed mentally.

“dada,” she called out, holding her hands out to choso. “yeah, yeah, come here,” he smiled, happily taking his little bundle of joy, gently tugging on her tiny nose, “hana, why is it so hard for me to catch you huh?” he complained to the little one and the wife returned to the stove, ears couldn’t help but to listen to them.

every time choso talks, she would listen attentively before reply with gibberish of english and japanese which her father would’ve thrown his hand up and be like exactly! see only you would understand me, child, and she’ll nod with a laugh, as if she understands everything.

their house has been everything but quiet ever since she came into their life.

she didn’t understand his obsession with the name hana and why she had agreed on it. possibly because they didn’t even pick any names yet at all up to the night where her water broke. they didn’t even know what the gender was; something they had agreed on to wait until the birth. so, at that point, she was willing to agree with anything if it meant choso would’ve shut up. “it has a lot of meaning, look!” he held the ipad to her face as she was easing into her fifth contraction of the night. “choso,” she let out a weak cry, “will you shut up if i say yes?” he laughed, nodding before bringing his hand up to his lips, planting kisses after kisses.

when the last push birthed her a daughter and the doctor placed the bloody crying baby in her arms, from the sparse black locks and the hopeful eyes of it, she just knew that hana is the perfect name for it. her tiny smile alone was enough to cure her exhaustion away from the 20 hours of labour .

without her, there isn't any point of life for both of them.

a pair of arms around her waist pulled her back to reality; she felt heads resting on both of her shoulders. “is dinner ready? you need help, mama?” he asked, pressing a kiss on her cheek; something hana instantly picked up and followed. the mother giggled at the feeling of their wet lips against her cheeks, “almost. would you mind airing her rice out? i don’t want it to be too hot for her.”

“yes, mother,” he teased leaving the wife alone with the child in his left arm.

choso has been the better parent than her; understandably due to her busy schedule despite her being hana’s favourite. she couldn’t remember any time where she woke up to a crying hana and choso didn’t shoot out of the bed instantly, feet running towards their daughter’s crib. “i got it, don’t worry. sleep, you have work tomorrow,” he shooed her away, rubbing the child’s back with his huge hand, whispering dada’s here. something unspoken between them was that he gets hana for the weekdays, and she gets hana for the weekend.

“anyway,” her train of thoughts halted, “her uncle yuji agreed to take hana in for the weekend. don’t worry, kugisaki is going to be there, so hana should be fine.” she smiled as he pressed a kiss on her cheeks, marching towards the dinner table. hana’s ears perked up at the mention of yuji, her favourite uncle and she squealed, calling out for choso’s little brother’s name excitedly. “yayy, uuji, uuji!” he placed her in the baby seat, tightening the seatbelt before handling her a piece of cut off fruit which she eagerly sucked on.

he was back, latching desperately onto her. “finally, a weekend just the two of us,” he sighed against her ear; his chest rested against her back. away from her daughter’s line of view, he planted a kiss on her neck while his free hand roamed under her shirt. a little oh came out of his lips as he realised she was completely bare underneath the thin shirt.

her chest fluttered at the way he looked at her; she could see a hint of lust in his dark eyes and his smile carried a different meaning. her cheeks instantly flushed, and she found herself clenching on nothingness.