Mister Michaelis is admired by most, but what happens when a certain student in his class catches his eye? Full of SebaCiel moments and cuteness and feels. I apologize in advance.

The corners of his lips turn upward. Mine follow. "You're foul," Sebastian says. "You're disgusting," I reply with a smile. "Absolutely appalling." "Positively repulsive." "I couldn't stand to be alone in the same room with you." He locks the door. We're mere centimeters apart. "I could claw your eyes out right now." Sebastian x Ciel Highschool AU

This is yet another story that is made by Akuma. Have you ever thought of what it would be like if Ciel was the servant instead of Sebastian? Well that's pretty much what happens in this story. This is a yaoi remake of Cinderella, and it's also a SebastianXCiel fanfiction. Extra Note: This is Book 3 in my Lovers Grimm series.

Present day AU. Ciel Phantomhive, a boy with traumatic childhood and a dangerous habit starts university after years of being homeschooled. His new flatmate Sebastian Michaelis discovers his secret and uses it for his own amusement.

A oneshot of Sebastian and Ciel getting married. (I do not own black butler, or the cover art)

While on the latest mission his majesty had sent him on, Ciel saves a young child from the line of crossfire, but the thing is the child had already taken a liking to Ciel. Read more to find out as the young earl and demon butler go through trial and error of raising a child.

Sebastian Michaelis; a demon and a doctor for a mental asylum. On his first day he finds a patient that is beautiful and so very disturbed. He has grown rather fond of his patient so very much. Is it love? (I do not own black butler)

I still want my life. I'll always remember; do not go gentle. Do not go gentle into that good night. I remember the words they said. Do not blame your wretchedness on the fallen butterflies and bumblebees. Do not wipe your fears on the foggy window pain, only to awake in the morning with regrets. I will remember those words they said. But you see I have unwittingly spit upon the flowers gowing. I have drowned in the sea, and I do not wish to be saved. I do not want pain to heal my wounds because I do not trust in god enough to let them. Yet I still pray, I still weep with my hands tied. I still know that I am unworthy. I still know that I am in pain, and I love it. It's keeping me alive... if only for a moment; because in that moment I can feel the blood rushing through me. In the moment of my suffering I can feel the wind galloping behind my ears... and I am happy. In my moments of pain, I remember who I am. Do not go gentle... I love you. I love you.