Flame P.OV
"Oh, Lily dear, could you pass these around for me?" I smiled, holding a platter of small treats out to the young purple-haired girl. She blinked and nodded, taking the platter and starting to circle the room.
Ciel P.O.V
So, the dreaded ball had begun. I had introduced myself, all the guests and servants filing into the main room. I let out a small sigh to myself as I walked in after them, glaring at Sebastian who was sending me a small sideways smirk.
Once I entered, I observed my surroundings, everything seemingly in order. I circled the room a few times, greeting guests and shaking many more hands than I had wished to. I hummed as I looked around, everyone interacting with each other until I saw the chairs that lined the walls of the room, a man sitting in one of the chairs, shoulders slumped. 'Mr Doyle, was it?'
I made my way over to him, smiling.
"Pardon me, may I sit next to you?" I tilted my head slightly, smiling. Arthur smiled and agreed, turning to see who I was before shooting from his chair, eyes wide and cheeks pinkening, from embarrassment I assume.
"O-oh my lord please excuse me!" He said quite quickly, it taking quite a bit for me to bite back a chuckle that threatened to escape my mouth.
"I hope the party is to your liking so far." I smiled, leaning forward slightly, Arthur grinning quite sheepishly and swallowing.
"Oh, y-yes of course."
"Please Dr Arthur, no need to stand." I gestured to the seat that he was originally sitting in, the male sinking back into his chair, nibbling his lip slightly before continuing to speak.
"Actually my lord, its just Arthur. I'm just an ophthalmologist. I'm not a surgeon or anything." He chuckled lightly as I crossed my legs.
After continuing the conversation for a small while, it was cut off by a female shouting.
"I told you to desist! I won't stand for this anymore! Keep your hands off me!" Irene had shouted, hands held to her chest as she took a few steps backwards.
"But my dear, just look at how you're dressed! How's a man supposed to help himself huh?" Georg slurred due to the influence of too much alcohol, face flushed as he walked towards and wrapped his arms around Irene.
She didn't take too lightly to this, squirming before slapping Georg, sending him stumbling back a few steps.
"You should be ashamed of yourself!" She exclaimed, eyebrowed, earning anger from Georg.
"How dare you talk to me that way?!" He spat, picking up a glass of wine and tossing the substance at her.
Though it didn't hit her.
There were a series of gasps as everyone watched the wine drench my hair and clothing, standing calmly.
"Please, this is a party. For the sake of the other guests, I ask you both step away-" I started, interrupted by Grimsby who started running at Georg.
"You disgusting old cotter! I'll teach you to touch what doesn't belong to you!" He shouted, picking up a full bottle of champagne and throwing it, only for it to be caught by Sebastian.
Flame P.O.V
As soon as Ciel got soaked with the champagne I made my way over with a handkerchief, wiping what I could away. I only stopped when I heard gasps and awes from behind me. I turned around, my own eyes widening at the champagne tower that Sebastian had somehow made and was pouring the champagne into all of the glasses.
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Flames of Passion *Sebastian X Reader*
FanfictionREQUIRED! Make sure you have watched Black Butler: Book of Circus before reading this book so you know what is going on. 😊 Your name is (Y/N) though you are known by the nickname 'Flame'. You have long light brown hair and brown eyes. You are Jumbo...
