Don't Pity Me (Yandere!Ciel PhantomhiveXReader)

Don't Comfort Me

You laid on your side, curled in a ball with Ciel partially on top of you. You were still a little dazed; you tried to scooch away but Ciel made noise, almost like a chuckle, in his sleep and pulled you tightly to his body. He nuzzled your neck with his nose, before going still once more. Your heart beat quickly in your chest, and you lightly shook in hollowing fear and guilt. You felt as though you were betraying Elizabeth. She loved Ciel with all her heart, but he had only wanted you. He killed her because he wanted you and she was in the way. Once upon a time though, you and Elizabeth had made a deal that, if something were to happen to Elizabeth, then you would go with Ciel since you had no suitor of your own. You weren’t sure how that now applied.

Questions plagued your mind; was she happy that Ciel could find happiness with you? Or was she sad that he hated her so and killed her? Or was she mad? Was she mad at you for Ciel loving you more than she?

 You felt horrible. You knew you shouldn’t have. After all, it was his fault. A few tears rolled down your cheeks.  Although he was the last person you wanted comfort from, you turned to face Ciel. He seemed sweet and innocent enough in his sleep; his eyes shut peacefully, breathing even, his mouth slight agape and a light snore, content snore escaping him. You could almost fall in love with him like this. Looking at him, he seemed like the innocent, non-psychotic twelve year old you met five years ago.

“Oh _____! I cannot wait for you to met Ciel!” cried Elizabeth, bouncing on her seat.

“Lady Elizabeth, bouncing is not lady like,” warned Paula enthusiastically as ever. Elizabeth giggled and stopped.

“But you’ll love Ciel! He does everything beautifully! And he’s very good at chess – like you!” At the time you were an avid chess player. You loved it and played whoever you could. You tried to teach Elizabeth, but she wanted Ciel to teach her. You weren’t extraordinarily rich like the Milfords or Phantomhives were, your father was but a simple baron. However, he worked closely with the Milfords, so you and Elizabeth became acquainted at a very young age. How ever Ciel managed to escape meeting you, you would never know.

When you reached Phantomhive manor you felt very plain, for the house and gardens were grand. Of course, you always felt plan next to Elizabeth. You and your family lived in a large house and had a maid and a butler, but looking at the manor made it feel as though your house was tight living quarters. As you stopped, the door opened and you were helped out. Elizabeth, quite acquainted with the butler, introduced you. Then you were lead inside to your host and you proved positively colourless. He was as prim and proper as ever an earl were. Smartly dressed and mannerisms left not a word out of place. Not to mention Lord Phantomhive was quite handsome too. The young lord requested tea, then lead you and the young Lady Milford to a drawing room where Elizabeth, after gushing some gossip, boasted about your chess playing.

“Oh, Ciel, she’s a fabulous chess player! In fact, I’m willing to bet she could beat you in a game!” squealed Elizabeth; your eyes widen as you glanced at Ciel, who seemed rather amused by his cousin’s silly accusation, then down at your lap.

“I’m not that good and I’m sure Ciel –” You were surprisingly interrupted.

“Alright then – let’s play. I was growing tired of playing the same predictable people anyhow. My lady shall prove an interesting adversary,” said Ciel, amusement laced through his tone. “Sebastian – fetch me the chess board.”

Sebastian brought the game and Ciel set it up, allowing you to go first. He seemed relatively shocked by your first move.

“Interesting,” you heard him mumble as he studied the board then made his move. Elizabeth watched closely as you and Ciel played, then finally, another shock came: you beat Ciel.

You smiled slightly to yourself, remembering the look on his face as you called “checkmate.” You sighed and, reluctantly, snuggled against his chest with one arm draped over his side. You pretended, though, that it wasn’t Ciel; you didn’t know who to pretend it was, but at the current that was alright. As long as it wasn’t Ciel, your aching mind and body didn’t care, and so, you sank swiftly into sleep.