𝑺𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑯𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒆𝒂

Ciel Phantomhive | GN

You place your lips against Ciel's forehead, giving him a quick kiss. "(F/n), stop," he huffs turning over in the bed and you smile gently. "I don't want you catching a cold too."

"You're so sweet, Ciel." He grunts at your words, but an embarrassed blush spreads across his cheeks at the in praise. "I brought your tea," you say and he sits up, sneezing into a rag, and makes a face.

"I thought I told Sebastian to make it." He sits on the side of the bed and takes the cup from you. He inhales the familiar smell of Earl Grey and sighs, visibly relaxing before taking a few sips.

You smile at him, "he did, but I offered to bring it to you."

A small smile dances across Ciel's lips when you turn away for your own cup of tea. "Thank you, (F/n)," he says softly and watches as you turn to him with a glimmer in your eye.

"You are very welcome, Ciel. Is there anything else I can help you with?" You sit on the chair by the window, getting comfortable.

Another embarrassed blush coats the boy's cheeks, but he shakes his head. His expression doesn't go unnoticed and you give him a teasing smile before asking, "do you want me to fetch Lizzie for you?" You knew she was the last person he wanted to see.

He now held a look of distaste at the mention of his cousin and he mutters curses under his breath after finishing his tea. Cocking an eyebrow, you lean forward. "Well? What is it Ciel?"

"Will you hold me while I sleep?" His voice was quiet, but your eyes light up at the question, and a grin tugs at the corner of your lips.

"Anything for you." You were his best friend, so of course, you'd hold him. You take his cup from him and sit it on the trey by the bed. You walk to the other side and crawl beneath the blankets before holding your arms open for him. "Come here."

He cuddles up against you, his head on your chest. "What happened to me catching a cold too?" You tease and play with his hair and your fingers trace over the string of his eye patch.

You pull the bow and pull the patch away from his eye before laying it beside you. He looks up at you with his mismatched eyes and you take in the sight of him.

"As long as you hold me, I don't care," he bluntly states and you stick your tongue out childishly.

"That means you'll have to hold me when I get sick." Ceil lays his head against your chest once again and hums.

"I wouldn't mind."