((I had this whole thing typed up this morning, but then my laptop broke and I can't recover the data. This redo's probably going to be crap...
I apologize for any spelling or grammar errors; this laptop has a different keyboard layout and I keep hitting the wrong keys.
It's loosely based off of an RP storyline I've had with earlgreyteacups on Tumblr. If you haven't followed her, you should!
I do not own Black Butler! If I did, Victoire Trancy would be involved!
Yes, this is Ciel x OC, with slight, hinted, onesided Alois x OC, but you'll have to look closely to even notice it. And yes, Ciel is probably a bit OOC, and I apologize. Don't like, don't read.))
Victoire Trancy woke up to sunlight streaming through the windows, Alois protectively wrapped around her. I must have had another nightmare last night...
She nimbly unwound him from her body, leaving him to sleep before stretching her stiff muscles.
Throwing on her robe, she made her way to Hannah Anafeloz, the Trancy maid,'s room. The female Trancy knocked on the door before opening it. She stifled a yawn before entering the demoness's room.
Hannah smiled at the little human; she was much nicer than her adoptive older brother. She thanked the demoness for doing such little things around the house and bringing her tea in the afternoon. Hannah and Victoire had a mother-daughter relationship of sorts, although Alois didn't approve. Alois hated Hannah, because he had a feeling that she was going to take Victoire away from him, much like the Michaelis demon had taken Luka when they were younger.
"Are you ready for your bath, my Lady?" Hannah asked. Victoire wouldn't let Claude have anything to do with her nude body, due to the gender differences.
"Yes, Hannah," She replied with a strong French accent. The young one smiled kindly. Hannah, after locking the door, unbuttoned the younger's nightclothes, removing them, before leading her to the washroom. Before long, her skin was glowing and her reddish blond hair was glistening, water clinging to the strands. Hannah helped the human dress in her informal walking attire: a short-sleeved white day-dress and black heeled boots. No jewellery, other than the ring her father had given her before he died.
Once this was done, Hannah and Victoire walked side-by-side to the Trancy dining hall, where Alois was waiting for his sister to arrive. Hannah bowed and left the hall as Alois took Victoire by the hand, seating her by his right side. Not long after this, the triplets came upon them, bearing breakfast and tea.
"Are you still planning on going into town today, Victoire?" Alois asked. He didn't like the idea of her going alone.
"Yes, I am. Is there a problem?" She turned her head towards him curiously whilst sucking on a strawberry.
He blushed a little. "No, but I would rather you not go alone. London's become more dangerous lately. I would hate to see you die just because you were travelling on your own."
Victoire scoffed. "I was planning on bringing Hannah with me, actually, so I wouldn't be completely alone." She raised an eyebrow. "Do you honestly think I would be so daft as to walk as a lady alone? It would be quite improper for the true heir of Trancy to be without my maid, would it not?" Victoire smirked. The fact that Alois wasn't actually related to the old Earl of Trancy, whilst she was his only living child, was a bit of a touchy subject. Her real older brother had died around the time her father had, only from an illness rather than poison.
Just as she had figured, Alois's eyes darkened slightly and he pouted. "Claude!"
In an instant, the spider demon was by his master's side. "Yes, your highness?' He bowed.
"I want you to go with Victoire into town today, instead of that wretch Hannah." Alois reached over and cupped Victoire's cheek. "This way, I know you'll be coming back completely safe." He grinned psychotically, while Victoire smiled a little.
"Yes, your highness," Claude said. He looked over at her. Smiling, she glanced up at him. "Thank you, Claude."
He bowed in response. "There is no need for thanks. I am a Trancy butler, after all."
Alois looked disgusted at the exchange, but said nothing. Victoire finished her plate of strawberries and excused herself. Grabbing her parasol, she waited at the door for Claude to follow her. As soon as he arrived, the duo left.
Claude kept a pace similar to hers, though he was slightly behind. She wandered around London of her own free will, Claude silently watching. It was unusual for him, but he surprisingly cared for the young human. She was polite, well-taught, and had a soul that smelled absolutely delectable.
To be honest, Claude had gone to the Trancy manor to convince the girl to form a contract with him, but she refused, saying "There is nothing I need in this life which I cannot obtain by my own power. I thank you for the offer, but my soul will be staying where it is needed most." Because of her refusal, he made a contract with Alois.
The two continued in this way, until Victoire suddenly stopped. "Is there something wrong, Lady Victoire?"
She hesitated, but pointed in the direction of a young, blue-haired boy accompanied by a man with an aura similar to Claude's. She stood on the tips of her toes and whispered into Claude's ear.
"That man is a demon, isn't he?"
Claude smirked at her awareness. "Yes, my Lady. That is the demon that killed his highness's brother, actually. Sebastian Michaelis."
Victoire frowned, not quite believing her butler, but went along with it. "I would like to speak with the boy."
Claude whipped his head down to look at her. "Are you sure, my Lady? He and his butler know who your brother and I are, and dislike us severely. It would be unwise to put yourself in unnecessary danger." He placed a hand upon her shoulder.
She glanced up, laying one of her small hands on top of his. "Yes, Claude, I am positive. I wish to speak to Earl of Phantomhive and his demon butler."
Claude sighed. "Very well, Lady Trancy." He took her wrist and led her over to the other noble.
Immediately upon seeing Claude, Sebastian and his meal's eyes narrowed, but once they spotted Victoire, the two's angry expressions tuned to similar looks of confusion. Sebastian glanced at Claude from the corner of his eye.
"Spider," Sebastian greeted coldly.
"Raven," Claude answered with an equally nasty tone.
Victoire looked between the two demons before pouting. "Come now, Claude. Behave!"
Sebastian took notice of the girl, and looked her in the eye. "To whom do I have the pleasure of greeting?" he asked her, clearly trying to intimidate her. His approach, however, did nothing to dissuade her.
"Countess Victoire Trancy, Monsieur Michaelis." the girl curtseyed. Sebastian looked curiously down at her.
"Miss, you said your surname was Trancy, did you not?"
Victoire smiled sunnily up at him. "Yes, monsieur, I did. You're probably wondering if I'm related to the Earl Alois Trancy, which I am. He's my older brother!"
Sebastian looked back at the Phantomhive Earl, whose eyes widened at the revelation.
"Indeed, Lady Trancy." She looked for the source of the voice, her eyes finally resting upon Ciel, who had spoken. "My name is Ciel Phantomhive, Earl of the Phantomhive Estate and President of the Funtom toy company. It is a pleasure to meet you." He held out a hand. Victoire looked at it cautiously, but once she decided it was safe, she shook it. Just then, the Earl's stomach rumbled. A rosy blush colored his cheeks as he realized it was him. But as the bluenette was about to apologize for his manners, hers rumbled too, and they both laughed at the irony of the situation.
Sebastian whispered in Claude's ear, amidst their laughter, "What say you we leave my master and your charge alone for awhile while we go and settle things? They're getting along quite nicely."
Claude nodded. "Sounds like a brilliant idea, Michaelis."
"My Lady, if it is alright with you, the Phantomhive butler and I would like to speak with each other alone. You and the Earl Phantomhive should go and get your afternoon meals, preferably together to make it easier on the two of us to find you."
"As the Trancy butler said, we shall leave you to your own devices, if it is alright with you, young master, and the young Lady Trancy."
The two sobered up from their mirth a little, enough to respond. "Yes, that's fine with us. I think we'll be fine for awhile," Ciel answered, looking at Victoire who nodded in agreement.
"Claude, please behave," she murmured.
He smirked a little, before whispering into her ear, "Day into night, sugar into salt, living to dead, and sliver into gold. That's what makes a Trancy butler."
Victoire smiled. "Yes, of course, Claude." With that, the two young nobles walked off into a random direction, enjoying each other's company whilst still looking for a place to eat. The two butlers, however, disappeared to who knows where.
Ciel broke the comfortable silence that had encompassed the two. "Are you from France? Your accent sounds like it, and you called Sebastian 'monsieur'." He frowned slightly.
Victoire laughed. "In a way, yes. My father was the previous Earl of Trancy, but my mother was a French noble. My father was abusive towards her, so she took me back to France with her. Once she passed away, I sold my family home to my aunt and came to live with my father. He died not two months after. That's around when I found Alois in the mansion, and he took me in. He's my half-brother."
Ciel's eyes widened. "That sounds awful. My parents died three years ago, and I went missing for two years. I still have no idea where I was during that time, but a year ago I returned and had the manor rebuilt. I didn't have a sibling to turn to; just my aunt. She died a few months ago, too..."
"That's so sad! I wish I could do something to make you feel better!"
He chuckled a little. "That's not necessary. But on another note, you're nothing like your brother! You're so nice, and polite. He's well, the exact opposite..." Ciel swallowed.
Victoire giggled. "I tell him that all the time! But he never listens. He says that he doesn't care what others think of him, so it doesn't matter."
"That does sound like him."
They just passed a small cafe that Alois used to take her to when they came to town. "Let's go here!" She grabbed his hand and pulled him into the little shop. He blushed darkly at the contact that sent shivers down his spine, but said nothing other than "O-O-Okay..."
The waiter looked up when he saw the two enter. "Lady Trancy! I haven't seen you in awhile. What brings you here today?"
Victoire grinned at him. "My new friend and I are here for food, what else?"
Ciel blushed even darker and turned his face from the waiter.
"I take it you want your usual, Lady Trancy?"
"Of course!" She leaned forward and whispered into the waiter's ear. "He's probably going to have Alois's usual, but add strawberries to the cake, instead of blueberries."
The man nodded.
"Come on, Earl."
He followed her to one of the tables by the window. They seated themselves; Ciel reached for a menu, but once he saw it, he sighed. "It's in French...," he mumbled.
"Oui, Earl, it is. Would you like me to read it to you?"
Ciel blushed again. "N-no, that's fine. Just order something you think I'd like..."
Victoire giggled. "Okay, Earl."
He smirked before saying, "Friends call each other by their first names, do they not?"
Victoire chuckled. "Indeed they do, Ciel. So, have you decided on what you want?"
"I would have to be able to read the menu in order to do that, Victoire."
"Well, you've already said you didn't want me to read it to you..."
"That's because I don't. Order for me instead?"
She looked at him, smirking internally. "As you wish, young master." She stood and bowed mockingly, before walking over to the waiter and speaking to him in fluent French.
He laughed at her, allowing a rare but true smile to grace his lips. This girl made him feel things that he hadn't felt before; even Lizzie didn't give him a reason to smile. He loved her, of course, but in a cousinly way, rather than a love that two lovers would share.
Ciel watched Victoire as she talked to the waiter; he admired her slim, yet full figure and the way her skin gleamed in the light. He was mesmerized by her sculpted facial features. His eyes grew soft as he thought of how the two of them could have ended up getting married one day. She could have been the Countess Victoire Phantomhive, wife of the Earl Ciel Phantomhive, if it wasn't for his contract with Sebastian and his engagement with Elizabeth Midford. He sighed and rubbed his temples. 'I shouldn't be thinking these things. I doubt she would feel the same way as it is; no need to get my hopes up...'
He was so deep in his thoughts that he didn't notice that Victoire had returned to her seat, the waiter behind her carrying the duo's meals. He set them down in front of the two. Victoire had fished out her money, but the waiter refused, saying it was an honor to serve two important nobles at once and it was on the house. She nodded in thanks.
"Ciel? Are you okay?" she inquired worriedly. He jumped a little.
"W-W-What?" he seemed confused, before he realized what she had said. "Yes, I'm fine." He looked down at the plate that had been set in front of him, before his eyes widened in surprise. "It looks delicious!"
She eyed him for a moment, before giggling. "That's what Alois said when I ordered this for him!" Victoire grinned. "He liked it so much, it became the only thing he ordered here. Once I told him how to pronounce it, of course." She gestured at it. "You should eat it before it gets cold; it tastes better warm."
She began to slowly eat her meal, while watching Ciel's facial expressions as he tasted his. He moaned in pleasure at the taste, before blushing at the sound he made. She smirked into her teacup, watching him while he payed her little attention, seeing as most of it was focused on his food.
Victoire's eyes saddened as she realized that she would never be able to truly love the boy, because of his engagement and demonic contract. She smiled at him slightly, imagining what could have been. 'He wouldn't feel this way anyways; he has a fiancee.' She sighed. 'Alois wouldn't let me court this boy anyways; there is mutual hate between the two.'
Ciel finally finished his food, and sighed in comfort. "Thank you, Victoire, for a wonderful meal. That honestly might have been better than Sebastian's cooking!"
She shook her head and laughed. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, Ciel. But there's still one more thing to come!" She grinned.
He looked surprised, but before he could ask what it was the waiter had come back, bearing a large strawberry crème cake. Ciel was completely speechless. "Merci!" Victoire enthused as the waiter laughed and went back to the kitchen. They both ate a rather large slice of the sweet bread.
The two butlers had sought out their masters. Coming across the French cafe, Claude smirked. He figured she would bring the Earl here. "Michaelis. Let's try here." Sebastian looked quizzically at the other demon butler, but went along with it nonetheless. Upon entering the shop, they found the two nobles sitting together on one side of the booth, Ciel holding Victoire to his side with an arm and her resting on his chest. They were both laughing gaily. The demons, instead of imposing upon their masters, watched from the door. They were both taken aback when they saw Ciel lean down and kiss the other's temple. That was when they decided to intervene.
The demons walked to the nobles' booth. "My Lady." Claude said, as Sebastian said "Young Master."
The young couple looked up, startled, before hastily pulling apart, though they knew there was no way this could be hidden from their head butlers. They sighed in defeat, before sliding out of the booth.
"I am afraid we need to depart for the manor, my Lady Trancy." Claude bowed. "I hope we see each other again soon, Sebastian."
Sebastian nodded. Before Victoire could leave with her butler, however, Ciel stopped her. "Wait." He walked over to her. "I really enjoyed today. I want you to know that you are always welcome at my manor, no matter what time or day you call." She nodded, smiling. "I would say the same for you, but I know how you are about my brother." He laughed, taking her face in his hands. They both blushed a little at the contact which electrified both of their bodies. He shakily leaned in and captured her lips with his own, both of their eyes sliding closed. He pulled back after a moment, blushing furiously, before kissing her nose and whispering into her ear. "Expect me to call for you within the next week or so."
Sebastian interrupted, taking Ciel by the shoulder and addressing Victoire. "I apologize, but we must go. We hope to see you soon, Lady Trancy." He bowed as well before leaving with the young Earl. Claude gently took her arm. "His Highness isn't going to be pleased with the way this encounter turned out, My Lady. You do realize this?"
She looked up, into the spider demon's eyes, before nodding, a determination in her own eyes. She knew that her brother wouldn't be happy at all. But to be frank, she didn't care in the slightest.