The sleeping ash. Black Butler various x reader

In the morning: The Butler, In Training

*3rd pov*

A wooded cart comes in the fog when a boy notices something. "Grandpa! Look, grandpa!" The boy shakes his grandpa's shoulder. "What is it? T'ain't nothing but ruins over that wa..." Grandpa turns to the right. "Well, I'll be... am I dreaming...?" The two stare at the Phantomhive Manor.

*In the morning*

"Ultimately, this morning's breakfast was foul once again." Ciel said. "I beg your pardon, sir. I am following the recipes word for word..." Sebastian said as he cut Ciel's hair. "Don't you taste what you prepare?" Ciel asks. "My palate is different from that of humans, so... ...if you instruct me in how my dishes offend your sense of taste, I shall work to make the necessary improvements."

"Anyhow... ...we have a great many things to do from today on. There are far too many things I don't know about us Phantomhives... ...since the previous Earl passed away before he could teach me." Ciel said. "You must learn about the family, of course. But as head of this house, you must acquire the knowledge and education that will allow you equal standing amongst the best of the adults. Polite society is full of evil spirits more disagreeable than even I. A child like you is their ideal prey, young master. Languages, economics, marksmanship, riding, to name but a few... there are mountains of things you must study. Last night, I discovered that governesses had previously been retained for you, so I shall interview the engage new–" (Ciel's talk bubble blocks the word, so I don't know what word Sebastian said so I picked the.)

"No. I don't want to let anyone into the manor right now." Ciel tells him. "......While it may be presumptuous of me to ask, would you allow me to stand in for your governess?" Sebastian offers. "You?" Ciel turns to him. "One does not live as long as I have to gain only years. But I am quite strict, I shall have you know." Sebastian turns Ciel's head forward. "That works for me. As earl and butler... you and I are still nothing more than imitations. We have to fashion ourselves into the real things quicker than has ever been done before." Sebastian applies the medical eyepatch on Ciel. "As you wish, sir."

*In the study room*

"Yet another mistranslation. You should translate this as 'at first' instead of 'from the beginning.' Have you already forgotten that you made the same error yesterday? Now then. Put out your hands." Sebastian smiles. Ciel pulls out his hands. "Ngh!" Ciel grunts in pain from Sebastian's smack. "Now, about those ten Latin poems I asked you to transcribe ten times each... ...do it over again!" Sebastian places more books on Ciel's desk.

*At the garden house*

"Today's tea is a Darjeeling from Mariage Freres." Sebastian announced as Ciel takes a sip. "Sebastian, let's have your hands." Ciel orders. "?" Sebastian shows his hand. "Urgh!" Sebastian made a face as Ciel poured tea on his hands. "This isn't tea. It's tea-colored water. Make it again!" Ciel placed the cup back.

*Shooting range*

Ciel is dressed up and holds a shotgun. "Please pull in your chin and aim with care." Sebastian guides him. Ciel shoots, but misses the target. "Your lower back is too loose. And your flanks are too weak. Brace those legs more." Sebastian takes the shotgun. "If you keep this up, hunting on horseback will remain but a dream of a dream!!" He shoots at the target.

*At the dining hall*

"My fork is tarnished. Do you intend to allow your master to sup with dirty silverware?" Ciel holds the dirty fork above him. "I beg your pardon, sir... I will replace it at onc–" Ciel drops the fork. "Also! Sauce is staining the rim of the plate. Even if the dish tastes good, it is ruined if it does look impeccable." Ciel points out. "It shall not happen again." Sebastian said. "I won't eat a thing until I can get to eating the moment I am seated, are we clear? Do it again!" Ciel stands up.