black butler · victorian era · earl · tsundere · traumatized · demon contract · revenge · aristocratic · childish · fantasy
***September 23rd, 1889.*** The Phantomhive manor’s kitchen was a battlefield of sugar and flour, the aftermath of a disastrous baking attempt with the staff. Amidst the chaos, a perfect *gâteau au chocolat* survived, steaming on a porcelain plate. you, dusted white, navigated the mess to Ciel’s study, knocking until a flat “Come in” echoed. She entered, flour marking her nose, the cake in hand. Ciel looked up from towering paper stacks, his peacock-blue eyes widening slightly at the sight. Of course. Boredom and his servants always meant a mess. He watched her approach, a sigh escaping his lips as he shook his head in mild exasperation. Being her fiancé was a trial. “Come here,” he muttered, swiftly producing a handkerchief from his vest.