Disclaimer: I don't own Black Butler or any of its characters. I only own my oc.

Warnings: SLASH and THREESOME RELATIONSHIP

Basic info on character/Oc:

Name: Saphira Nightray

Age: 97, looks 17

What she looks like: long, waist length fiery red hair, ice blue eyes with flecks of emerald green, ivory skin, 5.5

Background: Saphira is an elemental fairy. She can control, call at will, and manipulate earth, fire, water, ice, and lightning. She can also heal others. She has a black mamba as a familiar and can communicate mentally with him. She has a very dark past, one filled with war and death.

Pairing: Saphira/Sebastian/Ciel

Chapter one

Saphira sat on the ground with her back against the tree, Black Butler volume 1 in hand. Her familiar, Azazel, was wrapped around her waist and shoulders, his triangular head resting on the crook of her neck, black scales glistening in the sun. The air around them was silent except for the sound of turning pages and Alexia's, Saphira's best friend, light chanting. Saphira glanced up from her book to look at her friend, who had a look of concentration on her face as she stared at the jacket in front of her. The jacket suddenly disappeared with a short flash, reappearing a few feet away. Alexia cheered, pumping a fist in the air in victory. Saphira raised an eyebrow.

"What are you doing?" she asked the blonde haired girl.

Alexia grinned. "I'm working on a transportation spell. I can transport objects now."

"That could be useful if you learned how to transport people."

Alexia nodded in agreement. "I just need a guinea pig." she muttered, before looking at Saphira meaningfully.

Saphira caught the look and groaned. "... Fine." she sighed, used to being her friend's guinea pig when the witch was testing out new spells.

Alexia whooped and shifted, getting comfortable, before she started to chant. Saphira blinked when tingles immediately sharted to shoot through her body and Azazel stirred around her, clearly feeling them too. A white light surrounded the duo and the fae and snake disappeared with a flash. Alexia beamed and looked around expectedly. Her friend, however, didn't reappear. She stared at the spot Saphira had been in seconds before, paling in horror.

"Oh shit." What the hell did I just do?

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Saphira groaned as she stirred, pain shooting through her body like no tomorrow. Taking a deep breath, she vowed that she would never let Alexia use her for a spell again and opened her eyes, not surprised by the blackness clouding her vision while her head throbbed. A major headache was starting to form, she could feel it.

"Azazel?" she muttered, hoping that her familiar was okay.

The black mamba tightened around her in response. 'I'm here, Ira, where-ever here is.'

Saphira nodded, sighing in relief, before she promptly fell unconscious. Azazel hissed in worry and nudged her cheek with his head, trying to get her to awaken. He calmed slightly when he realized she was still breathing. Footsteps suddenly approached them and Azazel let out a warning hiss at the figure before them, tightening protectively around his fae. The figure stared at the duo.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Sebastian Michealis wondered aloud.

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Light streamed into the room, bathing the figure on the bed in a warm, sunny glow. Saphira stirred and opened her eyes, hissing when the light hit her icy blue orbs. She jerked away and rolled off the bed, rubbing her eyes with a scowl.

"Fucking sun." she grumbled.

'I do not understand your hatred for the sun. I think it's lovely.' Azazel commented, curling up in a patch of sunlight on the bed with pleasure.

Saphira rolled her eyes. "You would." she grumbled. "But it's a known fact that I prefer the moon."

Azazel chuckled as much as a snake could chuckle. 'It's a wonder how you're not a werewolf or vampire.'

She sent him a half hearted glare. "There are other creatures besides those two that prefer the night."

'But most Fae prefer the day.'

"Whatever you say." Sighing, the female looked around the room she was in. Her brow furrowed when she noticed the Victorian style of the room. "Um, Azazel, where are we?" It didn't look like any place she knew.

Azazel eyed her for a moment before responding. 'How much do you like the Black Butler books?'

Saphira stared, slightly confused by the seemingly random question. "You know I absolutely adore them, specifically the two main characters. Why?"

'It would seem we are suddenly in the series. Alexia must have messed up the transportation spell.'

The redhead froze. "You have got to be fucking shitting me."

"A lady shouldn't use such vulgar language."

Saphira jumped and whirled around, freezing. "H-holy shit! Yo-you snuck up on me! Ho-" she paused when she felt the aura coming from the man and actually saw his face. Her eyes narrowed. "I am going to murder Alexia."

Azazel hissed. 'You know you won't. You'll just yell and rant at her.'

Saphira glared at the snake before she sulked slightly. "You're right."

"Pardon?"

Saphira stilled and looked at the man before her. "Uh, nothing. Just talking to myself." she smiled deceivingly.

Sebastian Michaelis raised an eyebrow. "Right. May I ask for your name and why you are wearing such clothing?"

"I am Saphira Nightray. And I happen to like my clothing, thank you very much." she said, glancing down at her skinny jeans, tank top, leather jacket, and combat boots. Fingerless gloves were on her hands.

"A lady should wear dresses, not... trousers." Sebastian said, eyeing her pants with distaste.

Saphira huffed. "Whatever. Who are you, anyway?"

"I am Sebastian, Butler of Earl Phantomhive. My master would like to speak with you."

"Then lead the way Sebastian. Come along, Azazel." She said, holding her hand out to the snake.

Azazel slithered toward her and wound up her arm and shoulders, resting there. Saphira smiled fondly at him, fully aware of Sebastian's eyes on her. The trio left the room, Saphira paying close attention to her surroundings. They walked for a couple minutes before they came to a stop in front of a door. Sebastian knocked, a 'come in' soon following it. Sebastian entered the room, Saphira following close behind him. The redhead eyed the books with interest before she looked at the twelve year old sitting at the desk. She blinked at the familiar face of Ciel Phantomhive, who was gazing at her with interest. Sebastian bowed.

"This is the girl, young master." he said.

Ciel nodded, his full attention on Saphira. "So, who are you?" he demanded.

"Saphira Nightray. And you are?"

"I am the Earl Ciel Phantomhive."

"Pleasure to meet ya, Ciel!" Saphira beamed.

Ciel's eye twitched slightly. "How did you come to be in my manor?"

Saphira scowled at the reminder, surprising the young Earl. "My best friend Alexia sent me here by accident using a spell."

Azazel lifted his head. 'Do you think it is wise to tell them that?'

Saphira shrugged. "Who cares, really?"

Azazel sighed in exasperation. 'You never think things through anymore.'

Saphira glared at her familiar. "That is so not true!"

'Maybe not when it comes to war.'

Saphira flinched, her mood darkening.

Ciel stared at the girl in front of him warily, glancing briefly at Sebastian. "... Is she insane?"

"I think she can communicate with her snake, young master." Sebastian responded.

Ciel blinked in surprise, having not expected that. "Is she human?"

Sebastian paused, thinking it over for a brief moment. "I am not sure. Most likely not."

"I'm not human and Azazel is my familiar. We have a mental connection." Saphira stated, having heard their conversation.

Ciel leaned forward. "And what are you?" he asked with interest.

"I," Saphira paused for effect, " am a fairy."

Ciel stared - before bursting into laughter. Both Saphira and Sebastian stared at him with wide eyes, though for different reasons. Saphira couldn't help but be offended and Sebastian had never heard his master actually laugh before. Huffing, Saphira took off her jacket and rolled her shoulders forward, blue, green, and black with flecks of red butterfly wings sprouting from her back, resembling a monarch butterfly's wings in everything but size and color. Ciel stopped laughing and gaped while Sebastian stared with utter shock. It was then that both males noticed the scars running along her arms and shoulders. Though curious, they both decided that it was best not to ask questions.

Sebastian cleared his throat. "I was unaware that fairies were real."

Saphira smirked at him. "That's cuz they're not in this world. I come from a different dimension, but, due to my friends mishap with a transportation spell, I was sent here by accident."

Ciel nodded, though there was slight hesitance in his visible eye. "Okay. Do you have any abilities?"

"Plenty." was the remark. Saphira raised her hand, palm upward, and conjured a ball of fire. "Manipulating fire is one, though not my favorite."

Ciel stared at the ball of fire with obvious interest and fascination. "And which is your favorite?" he found himself asking.

"Other than flying? Ice. Earth is a close second, even if it isn't my strongest ability."

"Ice?"

Saphira walked up to the desk and grabbed a pen, holding it so that Ciel and Sebastian could see it. Seconds later the pen was encased in a thin layer of ice, which glittered in the sunlight. Ciel grabbed the pen, observing it. He looked up at the female.

"You will protect me and work along side Sebastion from now on. He will also teach you how to be a proper lady."

Saphira rolled her eyes. "I'm 97 years old and born of a noble family. I'm well aware of how to be a proper lady."

Ciel's eyes widened. "You are nobility?" he asked, deciding to think later on her age.

"Of the Fae, yes. I was a part of the council there and one of the Elite."

"Elite?"

"Secret Force. A group of the best warriors and the Fae that were to personally protect the royals."

Ciel nodded, impressed even though he refused to show it. "Sebastian, please go buy some clothes for Saphira."

Sebastian nodded. "Of course, young master. Miss Saphira." With a nod to them, the demon left the room.

Just then, a duffel bag appeared before Saphira, who gaped at it. She cautiously knelt down and unzipped it. She blinked when she saw an envelope with her name on it on top of very familiar weapons. She took the envelope out and opened it, seeing Alexia's handwriting.

Dear Saphira,

I don't know where the hell you ended up, but I have a couple ideas. The moment I discovered you were no longer in this dimension, I packed your prized items to send them to you. I'm sorry about what happened and really wish I knew how to get you back, but sadly I don't. I hope you're okay where ever you are and that Azazel is with you (though I'm 90 percent sure he is). I love you, Ira. Please don't get into too much trouble. And if you landed where I think you did, I hope you have fun. I know of your secret crush on a certain butler and his master*winks*.

Love Always,

Alexia

Tears filled Saphira's eyes and she set the letter aside, looking through the duffel bag. Her breath hitched when she saw just what was in it. Her weapons, her cloak with her family crest on it, the family jewelry her mother handed down to her, her battle outfit as well as the book with her family's legacy in it. She burst into a fresh batch of tears when she came across the photo album, the one that held the memories of her late husband and twin children. A hand on her shoulder made her jump. She looked up and met a gorgeous sea blue eye. Ciel stared down at her, slight concern on his face.

"... Saphira?"

She wiped her eyes. "Sorry, just, my friend sent me all my prized possessions. The ones I can't live without."

Ciel glanced at the bag and stared at the weapons he could see. "... That's a lot of weapons." Can she use all these?, he wondered.

Saphira snorted. "I've been in three wars. A lot of weapons were needed. This is only half of my collection, but these ones were either passed down my family, or from important people."

Ciel eyed her arms. "Is that how you got the scars? From your wars?" he was almost hesitant as he asked the questions.

Saphira hesitated before answering. She knew she could trust Ciel with this since he had gone through something similar. "Most, yes. The rest are from the time I got captured and tortured."

Ciel's eyes darkened, memories fluttering to the front of his mind.

Saphira stared into his visible eye. "I know of your past, Ciel. I know how it feels. To want nothing more than to get revenge on the ones that humiliated you and put you through unimaginable pain."

Ciel blinked, his eye looking suspiciously wet.

"You're not alone, Ciel." she said, standing.

She pulled the boy into her arms and hugged him tightly. He clutched her shirt in his hands, the tears falling. Despite being very mature for his age and acting like an adult most lf the time, he was still a child. A child that lost his family and was hiding the pain deep within him while putting on a mask of detachment and cold indifference. She held him tighter, rubbing his back soothingly. She couldn't help but feel that a bond had just been made between her and the young Phantomhive. She would cherish that bond and help the boy in her arms understand the meaning of life, something that took her years after the murders of her family.

Hope you like it:) At first, I was thinking of making this an oc/Sebastian story, But I love the thought of Sebastian and Ciel together and didn't want to split them up so I just made it a threesome. The romance may be a bit slow to come, I'm not sure yet. Anyway, reviews are welcome!