the hurt/comfort bingo collection von novembermond (SebastianxCiel, GrellxSebastian) ================================================================================ Kapitel 1: that butler, a nightmare (bullying) ---------------------------------------------- title: That butler, a nightmare (anime continuity) h/c bingo square: bullying pairings: GrellxSebastian, SebastianxCiel summary: Grell gets his promised day with Sebastian; Sebastian gets a kitten spoilers: halfway through anime season 1 warnings: underage (Ciel is 13), unspeakable horrors, Grell That butler, a nightmare (anime continuity) „Nooooooooooooooo!“ Sebastian clutched the leg of his master and held on for dear life, while Grell pulled on Sebastian’s legs. With a disgusted look Ciel tried to shake his butler off like an annoying insect. Of course if Sebastian didn’t want to be shaken off, he wasn’t, so the three kept on their tug war. This resulted in Grell dragging Sebastian and in addition Ciel through half the house. “Come on! A promise is a promise!” he pouted. “I only promised you a kiss!” Sebastian cried. “With tongue!” The Shinigami added. He started to caress Sebastian’s ankles. The butler couldn’t suppress a shudder. “Alright, alright, with tongue. Now let my legs go so we can get this over with.” Grell actually complied, so Sebastian got up, dusted his clothes off and prepared for the inevitable – a kiss with the Shinigami, ew ew ew. And this was the very second his young master, still sitting on the floor, decided to speak up: “In fact, he’s right. I did promise him a whole day.” “You what?!?” Ciel got up as well, giving Sebastian an amused look from his one blue eye. “And what kind of Earl would I be if I didn’t keep my promises?” That god damned brat of a human! Why did Sebastian bother with the contract again? “One day, do to him whatever you want. He’s back by sundown!” Ciel ordered, turned around, and went back to his study. “YAAAAAAAAAAAY!” Grell grabbed Sebastian’s arm and dragged him off the property. One day of unspeakable horrors later, Sebastian returned to the Manor and served Ciel dinner. This time though he didn’t bother making a new one and simply served the blackened mess Bard had created with his flame thrower enthusiasm. He also put less tea leaves in the pot than usually and insisted there be no dessert, as it was bad for Ciel’s teeth. At this, Ciel, who had ignored Sebastian’s sulking so far and acted like nothing was wrong, threw his spoon down. “Ah, well. It was silly of me to think I should cheer you up after dinner with a present, because you are obviously too childish to care for it! Maylene! Throw it in the trash!” Was immortal Sebastian being scolded by a thirteen year old? Had hell frozen over? “But Sir!” Maylene’s voice rang. “It meows!” She was holding a black box with a black ribbon and holes in it. “Throw it away!” Ciel shouted. “Well.” Sebastian said. “Maybe a little lemon parfait won’t be too bad for your teeth?” “Maylene! Bring it back!” “Yes, Sir.” Maylene put the box on the table. “Go on.” Ciel said to Sebastian. “Open it.” With shaking hands Sebastian opened the box. It contained a little grey kitten, peering up at him with curious blue eyes. Sebastian took it out and cradled it to his chest. His very own kitten! Sebastian closed his eyes and inhaled the sweet scent, stroking the soft fur with one hand, holding the little body with the other… … Sebastian woke up with a start. The little body he was holding to his chest was Ciel’s, the soft fur under his fingers was Ciel’s hair, and the scent came from the freshly washed body of his master. What a nightmare! As if he’d ever let his prey one up him like this. Ciel whimpered in his sleep, explaining where the meowing kitten in Sebastian’s dream had come from. “Looks like I don’t need a kitten, cause I’ve already got a spoiled, bad tempered one all to myself.” he breathed into the sleeping Ciel’s ear. “Hm?” Sebastian gave a tug to Ciel’s hair, who whimpered some more, then Sebastian got up from the bed. Ciel looked so much smaller alone in his big bed. Well, it was time to prepare for the day and shake off the crazy nightmare. As if his Master would ever sell him out to Grell Sutcliffe… +++ notes: little does Sebas-chan know... XD meine zweite kuro fic überhaupt. ^^" follow me on twitter: http://twitter.com/SugarChaotic Kapitel 2: embarrassment ------------------------ title: the butler and the caped crusader square: embarrassment "Sebastian!" Ciel was drenched in sweat, gripping the blanket tightly with his hands and looked up to the ceiling. It was pitch black, meaning it must be nowhere near dawn. "Sebastian!" "Yes, my Lord?" Even though it was the middle of the night the butler was dressed in full attire. Demons didn’t seem to have much use for sleep. “Sebastian.” Ciel whispered. He wasn’t sure how to say he was distressed by a dumb nightmare and wanted comforting. He wasn’t sure he even wanted comforting; he’d more called for his butler out of reflex. Being the great Butler Sebastian was there was no need for Ciel to voice it. Sebastian kneeled down next to Ciel’s bed and put a cool gloved hand to Ciel’s forehead. “What happened?” he asked gently. “I had this horrible dream.” Sebastian’s hand stroked Ciel’s hair now. “My parents were killed right there before my eyes.” Ciel could see the glimmer of sadistic interest in Sebastian’s eyes, even if his movements were nothing but loving. “And I was brought up by my loyal butler, and decided to seek revenge.” “Yes?” A soft smile played along Sebastian’s lips. Ciel took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “And when I was grown I put on a skin tight bat costume and beat the shit out of some Clown and other people in silly costumes. It was soooo embarrassing!” he said in one rush. Also, knowing Sebastian’s obsession with cats, he left out the part where he beat up the cat woman. A snort made him open his eyes again and look at Sebastian. “You’re laughing at me.” “It was just a kid’s imagination playing you tricks, young master.” The hand didn’t stop stroking his hair in a calming way, though. “I haven’t been a kid in years!” Ciel roared. “A bat costume, how bad is that? And it was so tight, it showed everything off!” Ciel stopped and blushed at his own words. “I’ll bring you some warm milk with honey so you can sleep again.” Sebastian offered. “I’m not a kid!” Ciel repeated. He shouldn’t have told Sebastian about the dream in the first place. But he had been so disoriented after the dream, for some of it had been so similar to his real life. He had needed reassurance that this was real, Sebastian was real, and not Alfred. That there was no bat cave. Though, on second thought, a cave as secret lair would be pretty nifty… “Show me you’re not a kid by going to sleep now and by defeating the bad guys tomorrow completely without any mask.” Sebastian said. Damn, that man always got Ciel to do what he wanted, didn’t he? Even though Ciel was the “master” and Sebastian was the “butler”. Who was he kidding though? Sebastian was always the more powerful in their relationship. Would always be. Ciel cuddled back into his pillows. “Not a kid”, he mumbled. “No.” “Not a bat.” “Definitely no.” “Stay with me?” “Yes, my Lord.” ### I seem to have a thing for dream fics... maybe since I slept so much lately. ^^" comments? twitter: SugarChaotic Kapitel 3: undercover: discovered and hurt ------------------------------------------ title: Again pairing: SebxCiel h/c bingo square: undercover: discovered and hurt my card: http://novembermond.dreamwidth.org/11253.html summary: Ciel gets to be the bait for a killer - again warnings: hints of past rape; sexual harassment A series of gruesome murders had shaken London. Again. Ciel wondered if the citizens of London couldn’t come up with any other pastime than killing off their neighbors. He hugged himself. It was undercover time again, so Ciel wore only cheap clothing and no coat at all. The killer seemed to prefer young victims in revealing outfits, so Ciel’s shorts were shorter than usual as he paraded through dark alleys, hoping to look like enticing prey to attract this killer. Again. Ciel had done it so often, used himself as the bait that he had grown used to it. After all Sebastian would always save him in time, and yes, even though he’d never admit it, Ciel liked it. It made him feel like he meant something to Sebastian, even if the demon was really just protecting his dinner. Dinner, that’s what Ciel was, wasn’t he? Sometime in the future for Sebastian and this evening for the unknown killer that left his victims as bloodless corpses. At least they got to keep their organs. Ciel wasn’t sure if he could stomach another Jack the Ripper. “Here, here, stray kitty, are you looking for milk?” It took Ciel a while to understand it was him being addressed. He turned to the female voice. It belonged to a frail woman, pale and dark haired, in a white dress that might be no more than a frilly night gown. She was an adult, yet she clutched a teddy bear. Not another one of those freaks, Ciel thought. “Come here, little kitten, let’s play a game, uhuh~.” Ciel suppressed a shudder. Play the role, play the role. He gave her the big eye. “Lady? You have food?” “There’s food, there’s food!” she sang. It was creepy. When was it ever not creepy? Ciel followed the woman into a house. Was she the brutal killer? How should Ciel behave? She led him down some staircase. Great, a cellar was just what Ciel needed. Surprisingly, when they went through a black velvet curtain, the cellar turned out to look mostly like a normal living room. And it was occupied by a blond man. Ciel’s gut clenched. Two was always worse than one. And men were generally worse. The man sat at a dressing table adorned by dolls. He stopped writing and looked up as the woman and Ciel came nearer. “Oh, Dru! You’ll like this… is that Ciel Phantomhive?” It felt like ice cold water was dumped down Ciel’s back. They knew who he was. “The kitten has a pretty, pretty star. The devil sings a sweet, sweet song of blood…” “Oh, Dru!” The man sounded a lot like Sebastian did when the other servants had ruined something. Stern, yet loving. Ciel stared transfixed at the tarot cards laid out at the table. Most were face-down, except for the Star, the Fool and the Devil. Had it been a trap all along? Ciel decided to make a run for it, shoving the woman behind him aside and going for the stairs. His flight ended a second later, when a different man, tall and dark haired, but nowhere near as elegant as Sebastian, blocked the stairs. He brutally flung Ciel back into the room, where Ciel collided with a wall. His ribs gave a crunching noise. “Who’s the scrawny kid? He can barely feed one of us.” “Man, Angelus, don’t you ever pay attention? He’s Ciel Phantomhive, the gossip is all over him.” The blond man said. “What do I care for silly human gossip?” “They say he solves supernatural cases…” This was Ciel’s chance. “Let me go or you’ll deeply regret it!” He tried to get up despite the pain in his ribs. “You’re funny!” The man called angel kicked Ciel back to the wall. “Are you a slayer, pretty? Is there a girl hidden underneath those pants of yours?” Instead of going straight for Ciel’s clothes, he caressed Ciel’s cheek and stared deeply into Ciel’s eye. The movement of those fingers over Ciel’s face reminded him eerily of Sebastian. Only then the man made a grab for Ciel’s clothes and ripped his shirt apart. However, when he went for the pants, Ciel freaked. It was like he was back with those crazy cultists who wouldn’t stop touching, hurting him. “SEBASTIAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!” Immediately there was a ruckus, the sound of fighting. But the man was still on Ciel, grabbing between his legs – Ciel could barely breath, he was thrashing around, but the man was too strong – “Oh. Not a girl after all. Not a slayer. Boring”, the man declared and let Ciel go. Ciel blinked. What had that been about? In the background Sebastian threw the blond man to the floor and turned to face the dark haired one that had been groping Ciel just a second ago. Ciel was still too shocked for moving when the woman sat down next to him and crept closer. “Pretty magic blood. Give it to Dru…” She reached for his neck. Ciel aimed a kick at her. She didn’t even seem to feel it. Damn it, Ciel had had enough of those creepers! Right then someone grabbed him by the shoulders and lifted him up. Ciel started to trash around again. “Calm down, young master. It’s time for retreat.” Sebastian purred into his ear. Only when they were far enough from the house to be sure nobody was following them, Ciel turned around in Sebastian’s grasp and slapped him. “Where were you? You took too long!” Sebastian gingerly set him down and kneeled, head lowered. “I’m sorry. It took longer than expected, for there was another one outside the house and they are demons.” “I don’t fucking care! You’re supposed to protect me from any and all harm!” “I’ll gladly take any punishment my master chooses for me.” Ciel decided to ignore this for the time being – oh but he WOULD get back to it – and asked: “Were they demons like you?” “No, not like me.” “Ah.” That night, four vampires decided to leave for Hong Kong. end ### Sebastian got to beat up Spike~ XD okay originally I was going for a Dracula x-over. but then I thought how well Drusilla would go with the typical Kuro villains. I apologize for not writing Angelus properly. since it was unplanned I did no research, and had no good feel for him. Kapitel 4: hallucinations ------------------------- title: sense pairing: SebastianxCiel h/c bingo square: see bottom :3 warnings: angst, torture Yet another group of crazy cultists. Ciel was growing sick of it. And why did it always seem such a bright idea to everyone to throw Ciel at them as bait? Where was the sense in that, Ciel thought as he was dumped into a bathtub full of ice cubes. “Sebastian.” It took the butler a while to get to Ciel, for he had to fight through a whole flock of crazy evil men. With his hands and feet tied together, Ciel had to work to keep his head over the ice water. He was past shivering now, turning tired. It was okay to give in now, Sebastian was here. Soon Sebastian would lift him out of the tub, wrap him in blankets and take him home. Ah, there now. Gentle gloved hands took Ciel’s small body, holding him against a warm chest. Cold as Ciel was, it felt hot like the fires of hell. “Sebastian.” It took no time at all to get to the mansion. This time Ciel was put into his own tub, comforting lukewarm water sloshing over him. Sebastian’s hands were washing him. Ciel sighed. Safety. Sebastian helped him out of the tub – the nice, warm one – and covered him in a big fluffy towel. Then Ciel was patted down from head to toe until he was dry. Sebastian then got Ciel’s nightgown from the dresser, the white one with the overlong sleeves, and put it on Ciel. One button after the other was closed, then Sebastian made a pretty thin bow out of the strings dangling from the gown. He put the white medical eye patch over Ciel’s eye. “There you are, all finished for bed.” Sebastian said and smiled. He led Ciel to his soft bed, tucked him in, and blew the candles out. “Good night, young master.” Ciel closed his eyes, wondering when the evil men and women would finally stop. How long would it take to finish revenge? Why were there always new killers as soon as they did away with the previous? Ciel was tired and he wanted to fall asleep in Sebastian’s arms, not the bed. “Sebastian…” “The treatments are not successful.” “It’s such a pity. He’s the Earl of Phantomhive. His parents died in the fire that hurt his eye and he’s the only heir. There’s a fiancé waiting for him outside, but he just won’t react to anything.” “That’s not true. He’s reacting to the nurse, even if it’s just one word. It means there is something left inside of him and we just can’t get to it.” “Right, he does react to Sebastian. How do you do it?” The nurse Sebastian looked up. “I talk to him”, he said quietly. He felt nothing but disdain for the doctors who poked and prodded the broken kid like an interesting insect. They were never going to get anywhere with their ‘treatments’, all they managed was to make it worse and Ciel’s delusions more violent. Where was the sense in that? “I have heard of this new experimental treatment”, one doctor said, effectively dismissing Sebastian, “It is supposed to reset the brain. It is surely better than to have him locked inside his head for eternity.” “What’s this treatment called?” the other doctor asked. “Electroconvulsive Therapy.” Meanwhile Ciel sat in his white padded cell, snuggled into his straightjacket and staring into nowhere from his one eye. ### well. told you I was working on hallucinations. okay I do feel bad for Ciel. D: notes: from my answer to a reader's question: "it happened, but in different context. the evil men (=doctors) and Sebastian killing them was a hallucination. "it took Sebastian a while to get to Ciel" because he had to wait for the treatment to end, then "it took no time at all to get to the mansion" because they were already there. the warming-drying-tucking was real, but the nightgown with the overlong sleeves is the straightjacket. the pretty bow is when Sebastian strings the jacket together." follow me on twitter: http://twitter.com/SugarChaotic Kapitel 5: severe/life-threatening illness ------------------------------------------ fic: untitled (I'm still hugging ducky) square: severe/life-threatening illness warnings: see square! mood whiplash The butler slid into a dark room, barely lit by the candles he brought with him. “Miss Elizabeth is asleep now.” Ciel leaned back in his chair, the tension he’d held all day leaving his body. “I don’t want to see her anymore.” He had a small coughing fit over inhaling. “You mean you don’t want her to see you.” Sebastian smiled his usual smile. He kneeled before Ciel and wiped his mouth with a white handkerchief. It came away smeared with red. For too long Ciel had done his persistent cough away with explanations of allergies and asthma. Until the blood he started coughing up couldn’t be concealed anymore and was staining more and more of Sebastian’s handkerchiefs. He had taken to burning them. “Do I have time…” Ciel took a shaky breath at the edge of another coughing fit. “… time to end my revenge?” “Plenty of time. This won’t go fast.” Ciel shuddered. “You like it. Like seeing me in this state.” The demon shrugged. „Won’t it spoil the taste?” “Your soul is entirely separate from your body. Nothing your body goes through can spoil the taste. Your suffering makes it richer, though.” “Bastard.” Sebastian simply smiled some more. “It’s time for your bath, young master.” +++ “It’s time to take your medicine.” “It tastes horrible.” “There’s cake.” Sebastian had made three different desserts to bribe his master into taking medicine. “Go away.” Sighing Sebastian left Ciel to his brooding. “Yes, my Lord.” +++ “Get me Lau.” “Has it come this far?” “Can you make it better?” Sebastian shook his head, looking down. This thing was starting to get less funny. “Then get me Lau.” “Yes, my Lord.” +++ “It’s time for dinner, young master.” “But I just had…” Ciel looked up into Sebastian’s red eyes. “Oh! Right. I’m ready. Do it.” “Ordering me around to the very last, aren’t you?” Sebastian sounded amused. He reached out and cupped Ciel’s face in his hand. Ciel blushed, before he got another coughing fit. “Get on with it, will you? I’m bored.” A red haired person sitting in the shadows of the corner to Ciel’s right complained. The person held two red scissors in one hand and had propped his head into the other. “My, my, what a PRETTY body he will be!” On the other side of the room, a person dressed all in black, with long white hair was chewing on his own nails, looking at Ciel and his butler. Sebastian, mere seconds away from gaining the soul he’d been waiting for, starving for, so long, snapped. “Do you mind? We’re trying to have an emotionally touching scene here!” he said, quietly, but with a dangerous edge attached. “Hurry up, so that we can be together at last.” Grell’s smile had way too many teeth. “I will never be with you.” Sebastian ground out, the hairs in his neck standing. The nerve of that Shinigami, wooing Sebastian on the death bed of his young master! Meanwhile, Undertaker had started poking Ciel’s bare foot. “Such a pretty corpse, yes yes.” Ciel had another miserable coughing fit. “This is ridiculous!” He wheezed. “I refuse to die under such circumstances. I refuse!” He glared at Sebastian. “Do something!” A sudden flash of darkness rendered them all blind for a heartbeat. I took over ten minutes until Undertaker had stopped laughing. “My, oh my, Earl, you amuse me so.” Confused, Ciel looked from Undertaker to Sebastian and back. “What happened right now?” Sebastian seemed just as surprised as Ciel. “Instead of the demon sucking the Earl’s soul, the Earl stole some life energy out of the demon. This is priceless!” Undertaker wiped a tear from his eye. “For this, you’ll get free information next time. Huhuhu!” He left, still giggling. “Tse! This only bought you some time. In the end, I will have Sebastian all to myself!” Grell declared, not quite attached to reality, as per usual, before he left as well. “Well.” Sebastian straitened his clothes and got up from Ciel’s bed. “As it turns out it’s not quite dinner time yet, how would you like your tea?” The end. Or is it? ### uuuuuuuuuuuuuh. yeah. truth to be told, the real fic only goes until Sebastian touches Ciel's cheek. the rest is me spazzing over how I can't kill Ciel. -_- und jetzt das Wort zum Sonntag: die Wertigkeit von Kommis bestimmt sich nicht in Länge oder Inhalt, sondern ob sie von Herzen kommen. Kommis schreiben, um selber Kommis zu kriegen macht die Kommis wertlos. Davon, nur bestimmten Zirkelmitgliedern Kommis zu schreiben, halte ich erst recht nichts. Da krieg ich lieber keine Kommis. danke an alle, die trotzdem welche schreiben. Kapitel 6: That Forbidden Ship ------------------------------ title: That Forbidden Ship pairing: SebxCiel (kind of) genre: AU h/c bingo square: experiments by evil scientists „Ah!“ Ciel couldn’t quite stifle a sigh as he plugged into the ship again. It wasn’t as painful when the cables connected to his nerve endings on his own will than when it was forced on him, but it still hurt and made him want to cringe away from it. The cables curled around Ciel’s fingers and hands, wounding their way up his arms, then breached the skin around his neck, where they connected to his spine. “Sebastian!” he called out. “Is everything ready?” Can we go now; can we leave this place and never come back? “Yes, my Lord.” The answer rung through the ship or did it just sound in Ciel’s brain? The boy felt a different stab of pain upon being called Lord. As if someone who had been so sullied could be a Lord anymore. As if there were Lords anymore, after the destruction of Ciel’s home planet. In revenge Ciel sent overly strong signals along the wires. The ship gave a pained rumble. Ciel grinned. “Well, then get going! Cosmic revenge doesn’t carry itself out on its own!” There was a sense of someone’s smile on Ciel’s inner eye. The connection from Ciel’s brain to the ship went both ways, after all. Then the big old battleship started its engines and flew off the docks just like that. The boy had been prisoner in this space station for a month that felt like eternity, the ship had probably been there for much longer, and it had only taken one day to power up and leave. Ciel sighed. Stocked with Funtom Company goods, they would get past customs alright. As if they needed to smuggle freight, when the ship itself was what was being smuggled out of the place. While it had gotten the outward appearance of a normal freighter, on the inside it was – Sebastian. Well, not that this was its true name, but Ciel had decided to name it after his pet robot dog. Poor robo-doggie, destroyed along with the rest of Ciel’s home. Anyway, there was no way Sebastian’s real name could be pronounced by a human, so Sebastian it was. Ciel closed his eyes and relaxed into the pilot’s chair. He wouldn't have to actually pilot the ship, Sebastian did it all by himself. All Ciel had to do was connect to the ship and share his life energy. One day it would kill him, sucking all energy from him, but Ciel didn’t care. Besides vengeance, his life was empty and meaningless and it didn’t matter one bit if the organic ship ate him flesh and bone after his revenge was over and done with. Legends called those old ships demon ships, said they’d suck the soul right out of you. It made Ciel laugh. Maybe it was true. “Sebastian?” “Yes, young master?” “Why?” “I’m just maintaining your body.” The robotic arms that had come out of the chair and lifted Ciel’s shirt faltered. They had been about to replace the gauze around Ciel’s torso, the one that hid the mark burned into his flesh by those , for lack of a better term, scientists. “I can’t have my power source suffer critical existence failure because I left wounds untended, now can I?” The sense of a smirk. “Not that. In the lab, why did you get me out? You’d have gotten all my energy sooner or later anyway.” The Forbidden Ships were so old, nobody knew who had built them or how. It was only known they consumed the energy of those who tried to pilot them. Which was why they were The Forbidden Ships in the first place. But they were also insanely powerful, so the scientists of this station had tried to work around the pilot-eating problem – by plugging drugged children in between the ship and the real pilot. Ciel and the other children had been fed to the old ship like cattle. Some held out longer than the others. Ciel had survived the longest. “You called out to me.” When Ciel tried to deny it, the voice in his head – or was it in the whole ship? – continued: “You called for anyone to save you. I qualify as anyone.” Ciel closed his eyes. He imagined the robotic fingers were warm and fleshy and belonged to someone who actually cared. “Also I rather like choosing my own master.” This time Ciel was sure the voice came from outside his head. He opened his eyes. A grown man kneeled in front of him, black hair and red eyes, smiling as he reached for Ciel. “I decided I can take better care of you in this form.” The cables fell off Ciel as he was picked up. “It’s okay; I won’t need you until we do the next jump. You should rest. I prepared a bed for you, young Master.” “You are the ship?” “I am Sebastian.” Behind them, the ruins of the station drifted through space. Ahead of them were those who had funded the stations ‘research’ and supplied it with ‘goods’. Ciel would get them. ### BINGO! so und als nächstes möcht ich doch mal wieder auf deutsch schreiben, bevor ichs ganz verlern ^^" aber ich weiß noch nicht welches fandom... mein twitter: https://twitter.com/SugarChaotic Hosted by Animexx e.V. (http://www.animexx.de)