has anyone considered that one of the reasons you shouldn’t repost artists’ work—especially without credit, and when every single page literally says “reuploading is prohibited”—is because you’re altering their original vision?
the artist ships sbcl, and those tags were there in the original post, yet the repost is captioned dadbastian. of-fucking-course. it literally took me 30 seconds of reverse image searching to find the source.
i’m not going to reblog the repost because i don’t want to give it any more attention, but here’s the link to the original post on pixiv.
Inspired by @icantdothistodaybruh and this post <3
The devil knew he would regret not returning his master to his own bed chambers. It was a breach of aesthetic to allow his charge to sleep in his butler’s bed. But, Ciel looked too sweet cocooned in the bed linens that Sebastian rarely used, with only his nose peeking out from the duvet; his dusky fringe trussed and cascading over the modest, single pillow. Little, contented snores purred from him as he occasionally stirred in deep sleep. How could Sebastian disturb him?
Perhaps more painful was leaving the boy and his sweet human warmth. A butler’s schedule stops at nothing, and there was work to be done in the darkest hours before dawn.
The faint pattering of feet was evidence enough of Sebastian’s oversight. He turned from polishing the silver to find his drowsy young master at the threshold of the kitchen.
“It is far too early for you to be awake, my lord,” Sebastian chided, sighing. The poor thing wobbled, legs still exhausted from their previous encounter, and looked endearingly more childlike than usual as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
“Mm,” Ciel leaned on the doorframe and stretched into a yawn. “Then you should make me a cup of tea.”
“Perhaps chamomile, to coax you back to bed,” Sebastian abandoned his work to approach his master. With a delicate hand, he tucked a wayward strand of hair behind the other’s ear–a gesture of endearment that most certainly would have been rejected had Ciel been more awake. It was only then that the demon’s eyes averted to what the boy was wearing: a starched white shirt that fell to his knees and was buttoned mismatched and sloppy. “Is this my shirt?” He was certain that Ciel was naked when he left his bedroom.
“Maybe,” Ciel muttered, a saccharine glint of mischief in his eyes, glassy and tired. “I wasn’t about to strut about the halls without having dressed myself.”
“Yes, I should have returned you to your own bed chamber and dressed you properly.” A twinge of pity befell the butler’s face. “How neglectful of me. My deepest apologies…You are going to catch a cold like this.”
“Not if you make me that tea.” To Sebastian’s surprise, the little imp leaned forward to press a chaste kiss to his cheek before strutting past, as if to entice the devil beyond retort. What a maddening creature his master was.
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Having refused his butler’s insistence to take the chamomile in his room, Ciel held the cup in both hands and a heat spread all the way down to his bare toes; a herbaceous steam wafted up to his cheeks and made them glossy. Sebastian had resumed his work, although not without a concerned and disapproving arch permanently affixed to his brow.
Between polishing each piece of silver, his gaze wandered back to Ciel. His legs were almost as pale as the shirt that drowned his petite form, peppered with gooseflesh and practically shimmering in the lamplight. His master’s attention was aloft in some lucid state, as his eyelashes fell heavy over his slow blinking eyes. Something in the demon’s cavernous chest ached to swallow that sweetness whole, douse its gentle flickering and smother the effect it had on his resolve. A sickly adoration wound itself inside the beast as he admired the fine slope of Ciel’s neck, and he contemplated dropping everything just to bury himself in its softness.
“Do you intend to stay with me throughout all of my morning tasks today?”
Ciel blinked at the sudden inquiry, roused at the sound of his butler’s voice cutting the silence. “I might. Would that irritate you terribly?”
“It would not irritate me,” Sebastian replied slowly, “but the detriment to your health it would cause would concern me a great deal.”
“I’ll be fine, I can’t sleep most nights anyway.” The earl indulged in the last sip of his tea, and closed the distance between the two of them. He rested his head against the demon’s busy arm and allowed his eyes to fall closed once again.
“My master’s body betrays his stubbornness,” Sebastian chuckled, to which his counterpart groaned (he had heard those same words a few hours prior). “If you are so tired that you feel inclined to lean on me, then you ought to retire.”
Ciel made a muffled noise of protest as he rubbed his face against his butler’s sleeve, much like a cat, Sebastian mused silently to himself. “Make me.”
The command was alarmingly childish, even for Ciel, and Sebastian balked, hands paused mid-task. He sighed, once again abandoning the chore to collect the boy in his arms. Exasperated, the demon tutted. “What on Earth has you acting so lovely and vexing?”
The boy shrunk at the blunt accusation, his tiredness wavering to a blushing glare. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He coiled around the other’s shoulders with a huff.
“And now, you are acting coy.” Sebastian turned his head to bestow a kiss upon the very same breadth of skin he had previously been drawn to and felt the baby hairs at the nape of his charge’s neck stand on edge at the jarring tenderness. “What am I to do with such a darling thing? I am unfamiliar with this side of my master.~”
how come some people still believe ciel is afraid and sebastian wants nothing but to eat him when ciel literally said fuck you to all social rules and invited sebastian to sit and eat with him twice. for no plot reasons whatsoever. like WHY would he do that? they aren't even undercover like that, sebastian is still his servant to the society, isn't he? It's improper for servants and masters to sit and eat together yet ciel is the one initiating this closeness
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