Black Butler One-Shots

Surprise! I Love You

Okay so I was sitting at my computer after I logged on Wattpad and I noticed that I had an inbox message. I clicked on it and immediately started fangirling my face off. Why? Because I finally got my first request!!! :D (Seriously people, I NEED YOUR HELP WITH THIS. Any ideas are good ideas, so don't be shy kittens! I'm not that scary...I hope...)

This idea is from the amazing brain of Dye998! (You should check out her fanfic because it's awesome). Pairing is Sebastian x Ciel again.

Hope you can understand this. It might be a bit confusing but please bear with me. (Dye998 I'm sorry in advance if I screw this up lol)

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"Ugh, what a nightmare," Ciel Phantomhive muttered as he sat on the edge of his bed. "I've told Elizabeth several times that I don't want to have a birthday party, but she refuses to listen to me! I swear, by the way she talks, she's planning on having half of London crowded into my manor in two weeks! That girl really is bothersome." The thirteen-year-old buried his face in his hands in exasperation. He had enough things to worry about as it was without adding an unwanted social gathering to his troubles.

"My lord, you should not speak so ill of Lady Elizabeth," his butler Sebastian chided. "She is only trying to be kind, I'm sure. And, as she is your fiancé, it is best if you do as she wishes."

"I did not want to become her fiancé, I was forced to," Ciel retorted, scowling at the ground. He desperately wished to break off the engagement with his cousin for many reasons. She was annoying, clingy, and entirely too obsessed with anything and everything pink. But, there was also one very important reason, and it was literally standing right in front of him. The young lord was constantly thinking about the black-clad man in front of him, craving the feeling of those strong arms around him, wanting the love that he'd felt toward this man for so long to be returned.

Ciel was suddenly broken out of such thoughts by gloved fingers under his chin. They tipped his head up, forcing his mismatched eyes to look into scarlet ones. The boy's breath hitched by the intensity of these eyes. His heart crashed against his ribcage and he tried to fight the blush creeping onto his pale cheeks as he realized that his butler's lips were only about five centimeters from his own.

"Young master, I understand that you are uncomfortable with the idea of a party, but please at least act like you are having fun when the problem presents itself," Sebastian said. "It would be rude to be cross with Miss Elizabeth simply because you are such a wallflower."

Ciel sighed and gently pushed his butler's hand away. The boy's face softened as he cast his eyes downward again, defeated. "Yes, I suppose you're right."

"Very good, my lord," Sebastian replied with a smile. "Come now, let's get you to bed, lest your health be affected, sir."

As the butler dressed him for bed, a question wormed its way into Ciel's brain. The teenage earl debated on whether or not he should ask it, but as the thought would not leave his brain no matter how hard he tried to forget it, the question fell from his lips almost involuntarily.

"Sebastian, when is your birthday?"

The butler paused, mentally calculating the date, as no one had asked him such a thing before.

"Well, my lord, as time in Hell passes differently than time in the human realm, I do not know the exact date," the butler replied. "But, according to my calculations, it is around December 3rd." [A/N: I don't know if Sebastian even has a birthday, but for the purpose of this story I made one up.]