Dancing (Baldroy x Reader)

I DO NOT OWN CIEL PHANTOMHIVE, SEBASTIAN MICHAELIS, MEY-RIN, BALDROY, OR FINNY.

CONTENT WARNING: THERE IS A LITTLE MENTION OF THE SEX AT THE END. IT YOU WANT TO READ THE STORY BUT NOT THE WEIRD, PROVOCATIVE ENDING, STOP READING AT "seemed to agree with Finny on your and Baldroy’s cuteness", OKAY? WE GOOD? GOOD.


You were in complete and utter shock. Lady Elizabeth had just thrown Ciel’s blue diamond ring to the ground, cracking the gem and shattering the band. Sebastian had caught the furious boy’s hand mid swing for Elizabeth’s face.

You and your fellow Phantomhive family servants stood slack-jawed at the display. Though irritable, Ciel had never raised a hand to anyone, let alone an innocent girl like Elizabeth. She was a pain, but domestic abuse was beyond unnecessary.

“Master,” Sebastian entoned sternly to Ciel. He held out a gold topped walking stick and continued, a little lighter. “You forgot the walking stick we went to so much trouble to get.”

Ciel looked shocked, and Elizabeth still cowered, shivering and crying in fear as Sebastian gently slid the walking stick into the young master’s hand. Ciel stayed there, panting with emotion, gawking at the broken ring, and Sebastian addressed Elizabeth.

“Forgive my master, Lady Elizabeth,” he told her kindly. “That ring was something very important to him. It’s a precious heirloom passed down to the head of the Phantomhive family. He’s grown quite attached to it, it’s truly one of a kind. Please try to understand why this upset him.”

“It...it was that important?” Elizabeth stammered. “And I destroyed it?”

Ciel bent down and picked up the ring. He began walking away from Elizabeth to the other end of the room.

“Oh, Ciel, please I--” she pleaded, but getting to response she trailed off.

Ciel took the ring in his hand, and, without a second thought, hurled it out an open window. An audible gasp went through the room. You looked from Finny, to Mey-Rin, to Tanaka, to Grell, to Baldroy, all foolishly dressed, and all too aware how valuable that ring was to Ciel.

“Ciel, wait! What are you doing?” Elizabeth exclaimed rushing to the widow and looking down, as if to check that the ring had really flown out it.

“It doesn’t matter,” Ciel answered flatly. “It was nothing but an old ring, after all.” Taking a few steps forward, his tall shoes and newly acquired walking stick clopping on the hardwood floors, he continued proudly, “Even without it, I’m still the head of the Phantomhives, and that won’t change.”

Ciel turned back to Elizabeth, who was still sniffing and bawling like a baby.

“How long are you going to cry?” he asked Elizabeth impatiently.

“I-I’m so sorry!” she sobbed.

“You’re face is a mess,” he admonished, ignoring Elizabeth’s apology and adorning a ridiculous hat. He took out a white handkerchief and began wiping the tears from Elizabeth’s face. “Completely unsuitable for a lady.”

Though the words were rough and callous, Ciel was clearly showing a caring beyond that of which you knew of him. You’d served with the master for a year now, and you still found it easy to forget that he was just a child. A very intelligent, calculating, powerful child, but a child none the less.

“How could I possibly ask a lady with a runny nose and puffy eyes to dance?” he smiled. A very small, yet unmistakable smile. That was almost the most amazing thing that had happened that evening.

“To dance?” Elizabeth squeaked, looking up from the handkerchief she’d been blowing her nose with.

At the top of the stairs, Sebastian started to play the violin. A soft, repetitive, melodic tune that was perfect for dancing.

“He’s incredible!” Mey-Rin gasped. The cigarette almost fell out of Baldroy’s mouth. He was cute when he was shocked, even in a pink dress and orange wig. You missed his messy blonde spikes and white chef’s jacket that he usually wore. ‘Sailor’ was not a good look for him, you thought.

“He plays the violin,” Finny stated dumbly. “Is there anything he can’t do?”

“Ah!” exclaimed Grell, lifting his fluff white dress and rushing to the bannister. “I’ll join him!”

Once at the bannister, Grell clasped his hands together and began belting out matching notes to the ones Sebastian was playing. He was brilliant, deep, and full.

“What the Hell?” Baldroy barked, struggling to hold the cigarette butt in his teeth. “He can actually sing?!”

“So then, we are agreed?” Ciel said, offering his hand to Elizabeth formally. “We'll forget our cares and dance the night away. It's decided.”

Elizabeth smiled so widely, you were afraid her lips might split open. She blushed and took Ciel’s hand.

“Yes!” she breathed happily.

The two spun around the room gracefully, like a couple of well manicured dolls. Ciel actually seemed to enjoy himself. Grell sang, and Sebastian played, and Finny swung Tanaka up and down to the music. Baldroy was grinning at the sight.

You nudged him in the ribs and cleared your throat. He looked down at you in surprise. You cleared your throat again and he groaned, “What?”

“Don’t you have something to ask me, Baldroy?”

His face reddened and he rubbed the back of his neck under the wig.

“Oh, yeah, right.”

The poor dear was still growing accustomed to dating you. He cleared his throat and held out his hand, just as Ciel had for Elizabeth and asked in a low, proper tone, “May I have this dance, milady?”

“Well, I suppose if I must,” you drawled dramatically, thrusting your hand into his and letting him pull you into his arms. When you looked back to him you saw that he was beaming widely down at you. “What?” you laughed.

“Nothin’,” he promised unconvincingly.

“No, what?” you insisted.

“It’s just kinda fun dancin’ with ya, is all.”

You felt yourself blush and you looked away. Bard’s hands were warm and dry, and though the dress threw it off, he was quite handsome. He still carried a layer of stubble on his face and legs, and without fail, rain or shine, snow or sleet, his cigarette stayed intact. You’d told him countless times that when he up and died of lung cancer, he’d only have himself to blame, but he never bothered to drop the habit.

“Thanks,” you muttered giddily.

Bard lifted your arm and spun you around in a circle before holding you to him once more. You swayed back and forth for a few minutes, just enjoying the moment. If you closed your eyes you could ignore the fact that he was wearing a dress.

“Oye, (Name)?” Bard whispered. breaking the silence.

“Yeah?” you whispered back, resting your head peacefully on his chest.

“I think I might be in love with you.”

You took in a sharp breath of air. You and Bard had dated only about a week, after he asked you to a dinner that ended in disaster. He’d blown up the kitchen and formed a wild afro in the process, only serving to make him more attractive, in a rugged, incompetent way.

“S-sorry, (Name),” he stumbled in his dance steps slightly. “I didn’t mean to make this all awkward and uncomfortable. Forget I said anythin’, a’right?”

“But, that would make me saying that I love you too so out of place,” you blurted, still not looking up. There was a pause while Baldroy’s brain struggled to decipher your words.

“You...what?” he finally choked out.

“Did I accidentally slip into japanese or something?” you snapped, a little embarrassed. “You heard me. Look, we don’t have to make a big deal out of it, we can just keep dancing and--”

You were cut off by a hard kiss on the mouth. The lips, of course, belonged to Baldroy, warm and wet. He tasted like cigarettes, but he had somehow managed to slip the one he was currently smoking out of his mouth. It was not your first kiss with Bard, and it would not be your last, but somehow, you knew that it would be the most memorable of your entire relationship.

You finally looked up to him. He was smiling down at your warmly, the cigarette magically back in his lips. Finny and Mey-Rin were staring at you and Bard. They were squealing like it was the first kiss they’d ever seen.

“What are you, twelve?” you hissed at them, eliciting a light laugh from Baldroy.

“It’s about time you two told each other how you really feel, it is!” Mey-Rin chirped.

“You two are adorable!” Finny added, squeezing his hands together and grinning.

“Ho ho ho,” Tanaka said, sounding winded, but pleased.

“Bugger off!” Bard told them in mock anger. “I’m tryin’ ta have a moment with ma girl!”

However he said the last a little too loudly, warranting a disapproving scowl from Ciel.

“Sorry, Ciel,” you all mumbled. He seemed satisfied with the apology and returned to waltzing with Elizabeth, who seemed to agree with Finny on your and Baldroy’s cuteness.

You looked back up at Baldroy, and suddenly yanked the wig off his head.

“‘Ey!” he cried, groping for the wig, but you held it just out of reach, balancing yourself by clinging to Baldroy’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry, but this is simply a fashion disaster,” you said, pretending to be remorseful. “You just don’t look good as a ginger.”

“Give it back!” he insisted. You leaned so far back that you were putting all of your weight on one foot, your other leg climbing Baldroy’s waist.

“Why do you want it anyway?” you cackled evilly. “Do you want to be in drag that desperately? ‘Cause if you do, we can go to my room and,” you wiggled your eyebrows conspiratorially and lowered your voice. “try on some dresses.”

This gave Baldroy pause.

“Try on some dresses?” he repeated. You nodded and he suddenly noticed that he had a hand on your thigh. He didn’t move it, but he did flash a satisfying blush.

“In your room?” Another nod. “Ohhhh,” he said, finally understanding.

“Yes,” you agreed, batting your eyes.

“OH,” he said again, forgetting the wig and staring at your face, waiting for you to make a move. After a minute or so, you moved in a flash and sprinted up the stairs, past Sebastian and to your room. Baldroy followed you frantically, nearly tripping over his skirt. Sebastian frowned at the disruption, but said nothing.

In the morning, you woke up to find Baldroy watching you. You were grateful to see that he wasn’t wearing the dress anymore. In fact, he wasn't wearing anything.

“G’mornin’ beautiful,” he said quietly, not wanting to startle you.

“Good morning,” you moaned, stretching from your laying position in the bed and cuddling into his chest. It was firm, but not chiseled.

“I should probably go make breakfast,” he whispered.

“Let Sebastian do it,” you grunted.

From outside the door you heard Sebastian’s voice call, “Indeed. You’d just overcook the egg.”

You giggled softly and Baldroy got ready to say something to display his discontent when Sebastian added, “And the next time you two decide to indulge yourselves in the manor, please consider being more covert. You kept the young master awake.”