Black Butler Preferences and Oneshots {Complete}

You Make Up

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Ciel Phantomhive: "Lady Y/N, may I speak to you?" Sebastian said as you bumped into him while shopping.

"Of course, Sebastian; what is it?" you replied.

"The Young Lord has not been. . . well."

"Is he alright?" you asked, concerned.

"Yes, but . . . How about you see him?"

You cautiously entered Ciel's study, remembering the last time you came here. Ciel was lying with his face down on some important-looking papers.

"Um, Ciel? Are you okay?" you asked.

"No," he flatly replied, not looking up.

"What's wrong?"

"Everything," he said.

"Oh, Ciel." You took a seat next to him.

"You left me."

"Is that's what wrong?"

"Yes."

You took his hand. "If it makes you feel better, I won't leave you again. I'll get back with you."

His head shot up. "Really?"

"Yeah," you said.

Sebastian Michaelis: You were in your room that you rented, thinking of Sebastian. Did he ever love you? You thought he did. A sharp knocking interrupted your thoughts. You groaned and went to open to door. There was Sebastian, holding a bouquet of flowers.

"What are you doing here?" you accused.

Hearing your tone, Sebastian flinched. "Let me explain."

"Five minutes."

"Right. Well, the case wasn't actually over. Two demons were on the loose. It was too dangerous for a human. They would have killed you, Y/N. I would never have lived with myself if I knew that it was my fault you died," he explained.

"You stupid bastard," you muttered before hugging.

Alois Trancy: You were walking around town, sighing. You missed Alois. You suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around your stomach.

"What-" you began to say.

"I'm sorry!" Alois wailed. "I won't do it again."

"You say that over and over again," you softly said. "How can I believe you?"

"I'm sorry. I love you!"

You sighed. "I probably shouldn't do this, but you're forgiven."

Claude Faustus: Claude stepped in front of you, interrupting your chores.

"I love you," he stated.

"You sure don't seem too," you replied.

"I apologize for my outburst. I'm . . . not good with human emotions and all that."

"Damn it. Now, I'm supposed to forgive you," you said.

"That would be appreciated."

"Fine. I forgive you." You smiled at him.

Undertaker: "Wait! Y/N, I'm sorry. You were right!" Undertaker yelled, chasing after you.

You stopped. "You think I'm going to forgive you?"

"I took a week off. We can spend time together, just you and me," he weakly said.

"No dead people?"

"No dead people," Undertake said, smiling.

William T. Spears: No idea.