The Lord Ciel Phantomhive

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there was a monarch butterfly outside with a torn wing and i thought it was dead so i went to pick it up off the ground with a flower but it began to hurriedly clutch onto it trying to drink something. it was totally trembling; it had a gash on it’s body and i knew it was dying but i couldn’t bring myself to kill it, so i googled a monarch’s favourite food and it ended up being mandarins. he literally devoured as much as he could before dying and i buried him outside my window.

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They’ll Never Understand (Open Rp)

Ciel held tight to the straps on his hefty backpack and entered the school, it was his first day of high school, and he already felt like an outsider. He shoved his backpack into his locker after taking out all his necessary writing utensils, books, and a case with tissues, hand sanitizer, a mini stapler, white out, scissors, glue, and art supplies. He was extra careful, he didn’t like touching people’s things, and he didn’t like people touching his things. He made it through the first half of the day without anything amazing happening. He went to his locker and changed out his book and took out a second case, this one held everything but the glue, scissors and art supplies, in it’s place was a calculator, a compass, protractor, and a neat little folding ruler. It was his fifth class that blew him away. He could have sworn the man was a student, but he sat at the teacher’s desk. Ciel sat right in front and stared at him like a fool. He had never seen such a handsome man, and he knew he never would again.

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A Mere Slave                                                                                                                                                



Ciel returned the hug and nodded,”I’ll eat whatever we make”, he said, spaghetti didn’t sound familiar at all.

Flake smiled and took out a pot, handing him to Ciel. “Please fill this with water. About half the way up.” He moved on to taking out a package of spaghetti and salt. “What kind of sauce would you like? We could make just tomato sauce, carbonara, bolognese, cheese sauce.. um… pesto…”

Ciel frowned as Flake rattled of the choices, he only knew of tomato sauce. He filled the pot,”You choose, I don’t know what most of that is, besides I want you to be happy, I’m happy just being able to eat.”