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"omg we get sebastian's true form this chapter!" "ah man i kinda wish we didn't see his true form."
you fools.
he is a shifting liquid
this humanoid Cheshire cat monstrosity is no more his true form than the high heeled boots fly eyed shape-shifter that made a contract with ciel. no more his true form than the guy with the fuckass hair cut he looks like now
there is no true form. he's just a weird thing of demon soup
extremely self-indulgent thought but what if demon ciel doesn't have a demon form at all? since he was human first, what if he just… stays like that.
imagine sebaciel in other realms (hell, purgatory, whatever) where demons exist as these massive, incomprehensible, almost eldritch things. meanwhile ciel is just a tiny, human-shaped figure among them.
sebastian shifts into all kinds of monstrous forms, and ciel is always perched on him somewhere. like comfortably sitting atop a large, shadowy hand, or held up by protective black tendrils. tiny, visible, drawing attention.
he doesn't interact with others often, but when he does, he's completely engulfed in sebastian's presence—legs crossed, smirk on, saying whatever he wants, knowing no one would dare reach past sebastian to touch him.
look into my eyes.
“I'll dig my sharp fangs in your delicate skin, pierce your soft red flesh. Devour you sacredly and slowly. Fill you with my filth and sacrilege.”
sebastian has a praise kink. he just hasn't fully acknowledged it yet
thinking about sebastian's scent being the most comforting thing in the world for ciel
Edit by me, use with credit. Ciel Phantomhive from Black Butler.
i really really really want to eat one of those cat shaped desserts so bad...
“Before I got a young master I didn’t even know there was a wrong way to put milk back in the fridge.”
~Sebastian Michaelis.
*At Madame Red’s funeral*
Ciel: I hate funerals, I never know what to say.
Sebastian: Just say “I’m sorry for your loss,” and move on.
Ciel: *to Francis* I’m sorry for your loss. Move on.
Ciel: Dear Santa
Ciel: I’m writing to let you know that I’ve been naughty
Ciel: And it was worth it, you fat, judgemental bastard
so ciel knows by now that sebastian can take a shinigami scythe to the heart and live. but what about younger ciel?
small, traumatized ciel who clings to the demon who saved him, unaware of just how invincible he really is.
ten-year-old ciel who watches sebastian take a bullet to the head, blood spraying everywhere, and instantly breaks down—sobbing, screaming, thinking the demon has left him too. only for sebastian to spring back into action like nothing happened, dispatch the attackers, then reach for a hysterical ciel and cradle him to his chest, assuring him he won't die that easily.
and no matter how long passes, i like to think ciel still gets a scare every time it happens. it's the same terror every time, sharp and childish and humiliating. he tells himself, over and over, that sebastian will rise again, that the blood means nothing. that demons do not die so easily. and yet his throat still tears open around sebastian's name, because some part of him is still that ten-year-old boy watching the only thing keeping him alive fall, convinced for one awful heartbeat that sebastian won't get back up—and that there will be no arms left to catch him when he breaks.
Sebastian: I believe you said that your childhood experience was satisfactory?
Ciel: No, you misheard me. I said it was a “sadness factory”.
a century later, he still remembers his face
Sebastian Michaelis. 黒執事