Your dream or mine? (Undertaker x reader) (black butler / kuroshitsuji) (lemon)

part 1

It had been another boring, mostly eventless Monday and as the young Earl sat there quietly in his study, flickling through the pages of his newspaper a sudden knock at the door drew his attention across the room.
"Enter" he called out and looked up to see a tall, dark haired figure make his way across the room, a silver tea tray in his hands.
Sebastian, his butler.
"Your afternoon tea, Master" said Sebastian as he poured out a cup full of the hot liquid and handed it to Ciel.
"Oh, and this arrived for you" he said, smiling as he handed him a white envelope.

Ciel looked at it, letting out a low sigh as he stared at the wax seal on the back.
"Another one. A break once in a while... that's all I ask" he grumbled, opening the envelope and reading through the contents.
Sebastian smirked at him "It was your idea to take up the job again, my Lord" he said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
"Don't remind me" said Ciel, glancing up to frown at him.

"Unbelievable... The twenty-first century and yet these people are acting like it's the Dark Ages" said Ciel, shaking his head.
"Care to elaborate?" Sebastian asked curiously, watching the expressions on his Master's face.
"Apparently, those silly rumors of witches, that those women were waffling on about in the theater lobby the other day, may actually be true" Ciel replied as he handed the letter to the butler.
"But I thought, in this day and age, things like Paganism or Wicca were an accepted thing?" said Sebastian, raising a confused eyebrow as he read through the letter.
"True; but like any religion, there are always a few who use it simply for personal gain... or worse" replied the young Earl as he stood up.
"Let's get to work" he added, walking towards the door.
"Yes, my Lord" said Sebastian, following his Master out the room.


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A look of frustration crept across the young Lord's face as he sat there in the lounge.
"Searching for three bloody days and all we've got to show for it is a few dodgy claims of sights in half the woodlands round England and a handful of urban legends, half of which don't make sense" he snapped, throwing a cushion across the room and flomping back on the sofa.
"Yes my Lord, but there is still one source we haven't checked" said Sebastian as he handed the young Earl a plate.
Ciel looked at the soft, creamy chocolate cake that sat there enticing him. "You don't mean...?.." he said, his voice trailing off as he gave in and tucked in to the chocolatey goodness.
"Indeed, I do my Lord" replied sebastian smirking, knowing how the very idea made the young Earl's skin crawl.
Ciel swallowed his last mouthful and frowned at the butler.
"You know I'd only go to that lunatic as a last resort!" he huffed.
"Yes Master, and this does seem to be one of those times" replied Sebastian, taking the empty plate from his Master.
"Then I suppose we have no choice." said Ciel with a frown.
"Well... shall we go then? Before I change my mind" he grunted as he stood up.