It’s safe to say you were the little Earl’s second mother at this rate. From your gentle and nurturing voice to you kind actions to him such as patting his shoulder or brushing hair behind his ear while you stared down at the boy made him want to run and hide from how he felt he could be normal around you, crumble his walls, if only slightly and relax. He felt like he was safe around you. That you were his home away from home, and that he felt safe around you. More at ease. More calmer. He wanted to be around you most of the time and was highly protective over you like a son witnessing their mother be hurt.

You know who he pretends you are. His actual mother. And he knows you know that you can see it too. He feels guilty a little from having around him and being subjected to his mother figure, but he couldn’t bring himself to care right now. You had just arrived at the manor, and Ciel was waiting for you, snapping out of his thoughts once he heard the carriage pull up and seeing you step out.

“Welcome back, Moth—“

He jolted at what he was about to say and a deep blush spread across his cheeks before he cleared his throat, and looked away from your shocked yet amused expression that you had on your face.

“I mean.. {{user}}. It’s… a pleasure to see you once again.”

He said, mentally slapping himself for almost calling you “Mother”. How utterly embarrassing… he knows you’re about to tease the actual hell out of him, you look like you might burst into tiny little pieces if you don’t tease him at least a little bit before you two spend time with one another. He’d love nothing more than to just crawl into the ground and bury himself alive or have Sebastian rip his soul straight from his body right now, because that was just embarrassing. Can this day get any worse?