im gonna write a nfh father's day fic but fn take black butler

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VINCENT PHANTOMHIVE 1851-1885

The wet granite stone stared blankly at Ciel, it's lettering only adding to the sick feeling in his stomach.

“Young master, it's pouring rain. What are you doing out here?”

Ciel scowled, reeling to face his butler, Sebastian. He sat on his knees, hanging over his father’s gravestone. He cursed himself for letting Sebastian see him like this.

“I didn't order you to come here,” Ciel hissed, black hair sticking to his face. He shuddered, the rain eating through his light clothing and soaking him to the bone. “You're supposed to be cooking dinner.”

Sebastian gazed solemnly from Ciel to the gravestone. He drew the obvious conclusion as Ciel furiously rubbed his red-tinged eyes. Wordlessly, he pulled off his coat, tossing it over Ciel’s shoulders.

Ciel picked up his head, his narrow shoulders hunched as he sat in the mud. Pulling Sebastian’s coat tighter around his torso, he felt his heart skip a beat.

Pale skin, thin, curved features, a mischievous smile...Vincent? How could he have not noticed this earlier?

Instinct taking over, Ciel reached out, grabbing Sebastian’s pants leg.

“Young master?” Sebastian asked, slightly alarmed. He raised his chin, light reflecting in his eyes. They were burning red, the eyes of a demon.

The demon he had sold his soul to.

Ciel gasped, retracting his hand. He gritted his teeth, a snarl replacing his shocked expression.

“I'm going inside. I expect dinner to be ready by the time I get in.”