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Author's Note: Yesterday on tumblr I reblogged one of those "send me a prompt and I'll probably write a ficlet for it" posts. And—to my own surprise—you guys kept me busy for the rest of the night! Anyway, for the sake of keeping things organized, I thought I'd post the ficlets here, too… I hope you guys enjoy them! :D
Warnings: SebaCiel, derp. All of these ficlets were written and edited in about 10 minutes each, so if they suck, that'll be why. 8D
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Stringy Things
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Prompt: Sebastian likes wearing thongs (and nothing else) around the house. Ciel outwardly disapproves, but secretly loves the view.
Requested By: Anonymous
(OW IT HURT WHEN I SNORTED)
"Good God man, what— what are you wearing?" Ciel choked, a swallow of lukewarm tea lodging in his throat as his face turned the same color as his red velvet cake. 'What aren't you wearing' might have been the easier question to answer, however, seeing as it only required a single word. 'Nothing.'
Well, almost nothing.
"Hm? Ah, I believe the young master is referring to my fundoshi, am I correct?"
Ciel responded with a dry glance. Obviously, seeing as his devil was literally wearing nothing else to which he could refer. Dressed in little more than a scrap of cloth around his thin waist, Sebastian smiled benignly, as comfortable in his birthday suit as he was in the woolen one he normally wore about the house. "If it pleases," he then casually explained, "this was a gift from Mr. Tanaka— a traditional garb for hard work. He assures me it is an ensemble bursting with masculinity."
It certainly was. Bursting, all right. With… um, masculinity.
Trying very, very hard— bad choice of words, Ciel!— to focus his eyes onto anything butt— er, but— his servant, the earl grunted weakly, far too flustered to rebuke this cultural claim. "Just… just dust and get out of here," he grunted, dour, half-hiding his face behind a few leafs of risen parchment. He was going to have to have a talk with his steward, later. But for now… more important matters.
"Very good, my lord," the demon began with an obsequious bow. "I will do as— oh."
Sebastian cut himself off with a small sound of surprise as one of Ciel's quills went soaring across the room, flying in a manner it likely hadn't since being attached to a bird. The butler (rather appropriately) gave an owlish blink as he glanced behind him, seeking out where it'd landed.
"And pick that up," his master added lazily, attention again focused upon his handful of documents.
…at least until Sebastian bent over.
Luckily, the teen could hide his smirk behind his paperwork.
Prompt: spaghetti ... i think you know what i'm talking about /wiggly eye brows
Requested By: alexbeoulve
(Bear with me, this begins as sort of an inside joke. XD; And, um… no offence meant. ^^;)
"…if you were aiming for the table, I regret to inform you that you missed."
"Oops," Sebastian retorted— voice equally flat— as he and his master watched the platter of spaghetti slip from loose fingers and tumble into a lap covered in velvet britches. And now, noodles. "I suppose I will just have to clean that up. With my mouth," the devil added mechanically, getting onto his knees with the same fluidity as a robot whose joints had not been oiled in 3 decades. "Mm. Oh. You are so… saucy. And such… meaty balls."
"…those were bad puns, even for you," the earl rebuked, words and features equally deadpan. He sighed, then, giving his nails a once-over before regarding his butler's bobbing head. (The latter was currently trying to use a noodle-lasso to rope his charge's nether regions. Like a cowboy. "So I can ride that mount later," he declared tonelessly, looking as though he wanted to impale himself on one of his own attack-forks.) Ciel groaned— out of exasperation— and dragged a hand down his face.
"The Kuroshitsuji kink meme* sure has hit a new low," he then sighed, closing his eyes in lamentation.
Sebastian made a vague noise of agreement in the back of his throat. "Perhaps," he murmured, giving his master's slacks a half-hearted lick. "But it could always be worse**."
(Originally, these lines lead to the following links:
* http(colon slash-slash) blackbutlerkink. livejournal(dot com)(slash) ?thread(equals)166511(pound)t166511
** http(colon slash-slash) blackbutlerkink. livejournal(dot com)(slash) ?thread(equals)166767(pound)t166767)
Prompt: A romantic moment between Sebastian and Ciel is interrupted in the most ridiculous way possible~
Requested By: chocolatemoosey
"Young master," the impertinent butler husked, his silken voice impassioned and breathless as wicked lips skimmed over the boy-earl's throat, pausing to suckle at the junction of a delicate neck and an elegant shoulder. Sebastian could feel the life-blood thrumming through his tamer's sweet veins, spiraling lower, heating the pliant body beneath him— warm flesh growing white-hot as flames erupted in grinding loi—
And then the roof caved in from an infestation of termites, effectively squishing both dead.
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