// "Don't make me your last hope..."\\ M! Reader! X Black Butler! 18+

Don't Make Me Your Last Hope

Upon that night of choice, you were wavering at this choice for years on end. Trying to decide for yourself whom should you confess this love. Unable to come up with a decided decision you waited years. It wasn't until Ciel's twenty first birthday that you decided.

Throughout the years you've become accustomed to not only his company, but difficulties in life. Morning came with that cold December breeze. At this time you would wake up with these two voices still playing with your mind. Hey! We're still alive! Glad to see that you're up and at it (Y/N)! 'You're in a jolly mood.'

I must say, cause I know your intent behind the Phantomhives birthday. 'Oh please. Kill me now.' Of course not! It's adorable! 'For gods green earth. Shut. Up.' Getting out of bed you head to the bathroom and look at yourself. A lot more scars on your body throughout the years. Body not as lean as before, and your hair still holding up that haircut.

Freshing up for the day you get dressed in your suit. Still holding up its bourbon red and yellow colors. Opening up the door you spot the servants setting everything in place. "Oi! (Y/N)!" To your left was Bard walking up asking, "Yah think you could help carry the sign with me inside? Ciel and Sebastian will be back in the late afternoon." You nod and follow him.

Whilst carrying the sign from outside Bard asks, "So, whatcha getting the master this year?" You shrug gently, "Well, there is something I've been meaning to... inform him about." "Like what?" He asks. "Er um. Say, what's on the menu for this birthday?" Bardroy exclaims a smile, "We've got roasted duck! Pumpkin ravioli! Side dishes is some nice buttered garlic bread! And of course the masters sacred cake!"

Finally getting the sign in place you exhale a sigh before sitting down. How're you going to explain it? 'Ugh. I don't know.' Probably gonna screw it up. 'I won't!' Your thoughts were interrupted by Meyrin asking, "Excuse me (Y/N)? I've messed up I did." Tilting your head she explains. "Sebastian wanted a certain set of tablecloths and well..."

Upon looking at the cloth it was clear that they've somehow turned pink. Looking at her you assure her, "Ah, don't worry. I'll take care of it." You then head off getting a brand new set of tablecloths, finding and fixing her error. You then get a headache, 'Augh, what. What was that?' I dunno, never felt something like that. And we've had a few other headaches.

Shrugging it off you then see to the guests arrivals. The time was vastly approaching, shaking hands with every other person that walks in. Thats until your uncle arrives, "My boy!" Giving you a hug you gently give him one back. "Uncle, how're you doing?" He smiles gently, sporting a few grey hairs.

"I'm fine as usual. Again no complaints from me." You say as he pats your shoulder, "Wonderful! Just great! I'll see you inside then." Carriage after carriage you wait. Until one with a familiar butler rides up. "Ah. (Y/N). Sorry for the slight delay, my master likes to make himself troublesome at times." As he gets off to open the door, your heart paces with anticipation.

He's gonna do it! I know! 'Since when have you two gotten so accustomed to each other?' Cut short of the answer on that, Ciel exists the carriage. He definitely taller, his unique hair still blossoms, eyepatch still fixed over that eye, however his face is still the same. His voice is still a bit pitched up, however you can tell it's different just slightly.

"(Y/N)." Ciel says as you clear your throat, "Well, I'm pretty sure your business was successful?" You ask avoiding your heartbeat. "Of course, now then have all the guests arrived?" You shrug, "I dunno, I was waiting for you." Sebastian and Ciel slap their faces. "What?" You ask as they walk by. "What did I do?"

They walk by as you feel a bit torn apart about not keeping track of the guests. Eventually you find yourself at a makeshift bar set up, taking a seat you're drinking out of a bottle. Head on the counter, "Awww man..." Cmon, it wasn't that bad. You still have a chance! Yeah! Cmon! "I'd rather not." Speaking out loud attracts your Uncle, "My lad! Come along with me."