The sleeping ash. Black Butler various x reader

At midnight: The Butler, Mocking

*3rd pov*

"How do you do, Baron Kelvin? I'm Ciel." Ciel introduced himself with a smile. Baron Kelvin blushes at the sight of Ciel. Ciel hides behind his dad. "I do beg your pardon. The child is quite shy. His health is a bit frail, so he does not go outside very often." Earl Phantomhive explains. "Ah! It's Uncle Chlaus!!" Ciel runs to a noble man.

"Ohh!! Is that Ciel I see!? <Gutentag!!> It has been a while. You've grown up!" Chlaus picks up Ciel. "Chlaus! Returned, have you?" Earl Phantomhive walks up to Chlaus. "Ah..." Baron Kelvin's eyes widened. "Vincent. We're all together today. What a rare treat!" Chlaus and Vincent hug. "He insisted on coming with me... ...Though he has only just gotten over his illness... –Well? You were away for quite a while this time around." Vincent said. "German beauties are made of tough, virtuous stuff. Does it come from their national character I wonder?" Chlaus questions. "Hmm? Then perhaps I ought to try my hand at pecking at their hard shells too?"

"His years may still be few, but this young man appreciates philanthropy. He has invited the children from my orphanage to his manor for guy fawkes' day and at Christmas time, and... Baron Kelvin?" The noble man calls out to him. 'I could not avert my eyes from those three. They were serene and beautiful like the moon rising silently in the blackest night sky– In an instant, I realized...  ...That they were "special."'

*Time past*

'I tried frantically to clean all I could about the Phantomhives. I wanted to know what made them so special. And then I came to learn the truth about them.' Baron Kelvin enters the Phantomhive manor. 'And their true identity as the "Aristocrats of Evil"–' Inside the room is Undertaker, a man with a scar on his left eye, Chlaus, Francis Midford, a young man with a golf cap, Tanaka, Diedrich, and Vincent Phantomhive. 'Even the loveliest flowers have their thorns... And I could not help but yearn for that darkness behind the rose.' Baron Kelvin blushes as he looks at the people inside the room.

"Why did you go to the trouble of calling me back from Germany?" Diedrich asks Vincent. "I have a job that requires your assistance. You owe me for the windsor incident two years ago... So I'll have you hear me out at the very least." Vincent reminds him. "Tch! Fine, I suppose I can do that much." Diedrich grabs a sandwich. "E–! Earl Phantomhive!! I–It has been a while!!" Baron Kelvin greets. "Good evening." Vincent greets him with a smile. (He's so beautiful!!)

"Hey. I think we might be overheard here, so why don't we go talk somewhere else?" Diedrich stands up. "Diedrich, you're much too impatient." Vincent gets up. "Do please excuse us." Vincent walks past Baron Kelvin. "Who exactly was that old man anyway? Friend of yours?" Diedrich asked. "Nn? He did speak to me, after all, so perhaps that is the case?" Vincent wonders. "Yes, that's probably it." Diedrich said.

*Warning of Baron Kelvin being a total creep*

'Ohh. Now I see. Only the qually "special" can have contact with those who are "special."' Baron Kelvin goes back his manor. He pushes the kids away and looks at his reflection by the window. 'For one as hideous as I. Even touching them is unforgivable. My desire to be enveloped in their world of night, beautiful as velvet, shall never be granted.' Baron Kelvin covers his face in disgust.

Baron Kelvin stands in the garden as he touches a rose which his finger gets pricked by a thorn. He puts his hand up to the moon as he sees his blood from his wound. 'Will he too someday become a beautiful flower of darkness, wrapped in thorns? Will he become the lone, cold moon that shines in that world of night? Someone I can never reach...'

[NOOOO–!!!]

'I want... ...To touch him...' His blood lands on his cheek. 'I want...' Baron Kelvin is on a surgical bed. "I can't do everything straight away... ...But please leave it to me. You can become your ideal self." The doctor holds a scalpel. '...To become someone special– Porcelain white skin like that of a bisque doll. Beautiful hair. Large eyes like jewels. A young body. They shall all be mine. I do not care even if my ugly wife leaves me– I will become still more beautiful by living a beautiful life. I will become someone worthy of him.'