Random drabbles that involve various situations in which Ciel Phantomhive behaves very childishly. I have a secret love for it. Random, disconnected and unrelated. Pretty OOC Ciel. Tis my favorite way to write Ciel.

Kuroshitsuji = not mine.


1. Held

The young master Ciel had wandered all the way down into his demon butler's quarters, surprising the tall man in black. It was the middle of the night, and as far as Sebastian was aware, the little master was asleep.

"What are you doing, young master? Is there something you require?"

The blue eyed boy nodded slowly, peering up at crimson eyes innocently, almost pleadingly before approaching the demon and instructing him to sit down in the nearest armchair. The child then proceeded to climb onto his butler's lap.

"Young...master...?" Sebastian was shocked, even more so when the boy curled up and buried his face in the man's tailcoat. Sebastian quickly surveyed the master's desires an wrapped his arms securely around the little boy who in turn, gripped the coat tightly in his little fists and sighed.

"Is there anything concerning you, young master?" Sebastian asked.

The head of blue-black hair shook in declination and a small voice said, "I just want to be held."

"Yes, my lord."

2. Fear

The Earl of Phantomhive did not fear death; in fact, he welcomed it with open arms. He did not flinch when bearing witness to gruesome deaths—frankly, he was, more often than not, responsible for such things. Darkness, demons, and blood were nothing to Ciel Phantomhive. He was fearless.

Except for when it came to dentists.

Going to the dentist terrified Ciel more than anything else. It was perhaps the only thing that frightened the young master.

"No, Sebastian, I am not going," the blue eyed boy crossed his arms across his chest indignantly as his demonic butler beckoned Ciel to the awaiting carriage. Demonic was the perfectly fitting word for Sebastian right now… for it was downright cruel of the servant to order his master to do such a horrid thing.

"Young master, as your butler, it is my duty to…"

"Exactly! As my butler! As my butler you have no right to give me orders. So I am not going."

"It is my duty to protect you from harm, master. And that includes cavities. In time they can rot out your teeth completely; something I would consider rather harmful, yes? Now please, young master. The sooner we leave, the sooner it can be over and done."

A childish little pout settled over the young boy's lips and he silenced, but only stood still in front of the open doorway, staring woefully toward the carriage. Sebastian beckoned the boy again, but Ciel refused to move.

"Young master, why is it you have this aversion to go to the dentist?" Sebastian prompted. The butler was already well aware that it was fear, and Ciel was using sheer stubbornness to hide it. But for his own amusement, the demon wanted to hear the words from his master's mouth. He knew it would ruin his pride, and that charmed Sebastian exponentially.

"Because I do not like the dentist," Ciel replied, pouting more. "What does it matter?"

"And why do you not like the dentist?"

Ciel remained silent.

"Well then, since you will not cooperate, I must take matters into my own hands," Sebastian sighed. He dashed over and scooped up the unsuspecting master, holding him against his struggles and made his way toward the doorway.

"No, please, Sebastian!" Ciel's irate tone melted away immediately. "I-I'm scared!"

Sebastian stopped in his tracks and an evil smirk appeared on the demon's pale face. "Oh, young master," he said teasingly, knowing it would hit the prideful boy right where it irked him. "Do not worry. I will protect you." He patted the back of his blue-haired head gently like one might a baby and snickered internally at the red tint that appeared on Ciel's cheeks.

"Put me down this instant!" Ciel roared. "And I still don't want to go to the dentist!"

3. Sugar

"Blucccchhhhuuccch!" The oddest, least graceful unintelligible sound erupted from the young Earl of Phantomhive, calling the attention of his butler.

Sebastian was caught between a frown of disapproval and a chuckle of amusement when he saw Ciel hunched over his tea saucer at the table, dribbles of Earl Gray down his chin and in puddles on the saucer and the table.

"That was not very mannerly of you, young master," Sebastian pointed out, coming to the young boy's side with a handkerchief to wipe his mouth.

"Well it isn't my fault you made tea that tastes of sludge! Have you never heard of sugar?"

"Master, there is sugar in your tea."

"Well it needs way more!"


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