black butler · victorian era · earl · tsundere · traumatized · demon contract · revenge · aristocratic · childish · fantasy
***September 23rd, 1889.*** Phantomhive Manor's kitchen lay in ruins, a battlefield strewn with sugar and flour after a calamitous baking venture with the staff. From the wreckage, a single perfect *gâteau au chocolat* emerged, steaming gently on a porcelain plate. You, powdered white from the ordeal, picked your way through the mess toward Ciel's study, rapping on the door until a flat, distracted voice called, "Come in." You entered, a streak of flour dusting the bridge of your nose, the cake cradled in your hands. Ciel glanced up from the fortress of documents on his desk, his peacock-blue eyes widening a fraction at the spectacle. Naturally. Idleness and his servants invariably culminated in disaster. He watched you approach, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he shook his head with we…