Yo!
So, I have a ton and I mean… A ton of fits that I have started, for all different kinds, Naruto, Black Butler, Harry Potter and so much more.
This little idea has been stuck in the back of my documents for months now and I had to do something with it, so hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Black Butler.
"Young Mistress, it is time to wake up."
Ciel sighed as she rolled over onto her stomach. 'Young Mistress' wow.
It was the first official morning in her old/new mansion. She wasn't positive as to how she was going to deal with this. Her conclusion, act as normal as possible, he did have to do whatever she said right? He couldn't hurt her. She just had to remember that. Her new demon Butler, Sebastian, could. Not. Hurt. Her.
With that her new mantra, Ciel sat up in bed, to see Sebastian standing beside her bed, holding out a cup of tea.
"It is Earl Grey tea, Mistress, would you like a scone, muffin, or pastry as well?"
Ciel took the tea, but declined the food, she didn't feel much like eating, especially because she knew what came next in the routine.
She noticed a pile of clothes at the end of her bed and swallowed. She could do this, she wasn't a weakling, she could deal just fine with having a man, a demon, dress her.
She was glad though, as she noticed that Sebastian took her request seriously when she asked for more male like clothing. She never had been a fan of those stupid restricting corsets and frilly heavy dresses.
As she finished her tea, she placed a mask of calm over her features and lifted the blankets, sitting on the edge of the bed.
It seemed useless however, as her Butler saw straight through her facade.
"Are you okay Young Mistress?"
Ciel nodded, giving him a blank stare.
Sebastian sighed, "Mistress, I can sense your distress, do you not want me to dress you?"
Ciel could feel her face threatening to turn into a tomato and stammered, "No- ugh, yes." She knew she couldn't lie, especially to a demon with a connection to her.
She was surprised when he gave a small chuckle.
"Have no fear young mistress, I will not hurt you, nor make fun of you in any way, now, if you please?"
He placed his fingers on the first button of her night shirt, and waited for her nod to unbutton it.
Ciel watched his movements, precise, deliberate, graceful, gentle. She hadn't had anyone be gentle with her since her parents death.
She almost wanted to cry, but she held her tears in. She couldn't allow weakness. Not ever again.
Still she had to resist the urge to cover herself as her developing breasts were revealed. They weren't much, but she was still pretty large for her age, she was 12 and had a good b-cup.
After her night shirt was removed fully, Sebastian wrapped her breasts, not too tight, but tight enough that she would look proper, and placed her in a white button down shirt, tight black shorts that went not even halfway down her thigh, a dark red jacket, fastened at the waist, black knee high socks, and black buckle shoes.
After she had been properly dressed, he set to her hair, brushing it, before doing it in a simple french braid, the end of the braid brushing the top of her bottom.
The final touch, her new black eyepatch was lovingly secured to her head, covering the contract between the two of them.
After looking in her mirror, Ciel could not doubt that Sebastian could be a fashion designer, she looked beautiful.
"Now Mistress, I shall meet you in the dining room in ten minutes, you're breakfast will be waiting." Sebastian bowed and left the room.
Just an idea I had, should I continue?