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Imagine if demon!ciel ever decides to let his hair grow out, Sebastian would take such good care of it. Washing his long, silken, blue-greyish strands, combing and braiding them in beautiful intricate ways, adorning his little lord's hair with flowers and silver accessories. The long hair suits his companion just as much as the shorter haircut, giving light to his more feminine features, which he finally dares to show without being afraid.
And Seb loves how Ciel finally allows himself to seem more soft and delicate around him. There's no need for him to be strong and unvavering and lordly all of the time, now that it's just the two of them.
sebastian is definitely the more affectionate one and ciel is more than a little tsundere about it at first but i just know that when ciel starts showing affection, it's tender as fuck. see: straightening sebastian's tie or smoothing his bangs when his appearance goes askew protecting him. a soft kiss pressed to sebastian's neck when he carries him. holding sebastian's face in his small hands, tracing every line of that impeccable face. and, of course, shyly praising sebastian for how good he makes him feel every time they're intimate.
I just started watching Black Butler (on episode 2) and I think I’m misunderstanding it because everyone I’ve seen treats it with such seriousness when from my perspective, this seems like a satire. Like the way Sebastian acts (seeming equally concerned about the pie and the kid who just got kidnapped, him running after the car, him catching the rats with his bare hands), to the accents of all the characters (this may be a dub thing though), to the Italian guy yelling MAMMA MIA at the end of the first episode, like this truly seems like a parody of a show I’ve only ever seen parodied (sort of like Ouran Highschool Host Club).
Hi, thanks for sending an ask. And Happy New Year btw💫
That is certainly an interesting way to look at it. I, myself never perceived it as something similar to a parody. I mean it has a lot of comedy as well as weird and silly scenes but the story and and most of the plot relevant scenes remain rather serious as well as kinda melancholic. At least that's the way I perceived them.
And about Sebastian's reaction: I think the way he is portrayed sometimes (as a little uncaring and annoyed) is supposed to remind the audience that he is a demon and that his emotions differ from those of humans. I also think he is often shown as cold and indifferent during the beginning of the season to contrast it with his behaviour at the end of season 1, to highlight how his feelings and priorities shift during the time he spends as Ciels butler. (hope that's not too much of a spoiler)
All in all, I think the silly and strange moments make it into a pretty versatile show (and I think that's actually a nice quality for a show to have). That's just my opinion though and I am also aware that it has quite a few flaws as well. Still I hope you'll give it a chance. Perhaps it will grow on you after a few more episodes.
In any case, thanks again for the ask and have a great day 💕
I wanna see someone in-universe mentioning to ciel that Sebastian is a "personification of his trauma" and ciel would be like 🤨🤨🤨🤨 wtf are you on I was litterally tortured by a cult 🤨🤨 and that's my boyfriend butler
Sebastian caresses ciels hand ever so slightly whenever he helps him in or out of a carriage or down some ill-lit stairs, enjoying every touch and being sort of reluctant to let go afterwards. Ciel is very aware of it and can't help but blush a little. He secretly loves how Sebastian always finds excuses for holding his hand.
While they are out in London, some woman tries to flirt with Sebastianand he immediatly points at his hand and says "I'm married." as if a ring was hiding under his glove but actually he's pointing at his contract seal and Ciel blushes so much when he notices
ciel who gets even more into cross dressing. being so ashamed but Sebastian notices the way he stares sometimes at how other ladies look. so he gets him small gifts like jewellery or cute sleepwear/loungewear and eventually gets to dresses. he only wears them when no one but Sebastian can see him. and it's something very intimate and trusting.
For the smoking room chapter I really hope yana includes a panel/cover featuring sebastian (or ciel) with a cigarette, while half a dozen hands with lighters are offering to light it.
What I like most about Sebaciel is the idea of a terrifying, powerful demon being gentle to a small, fragile though determined human and finding fulfillment in sweet, gentle love. Though without him becoming less dangerous. Not Sebastian being tamed but Sebastian enjoying a certain softness, a domestic life by the side of his beloved little human. He's still perfectly capable of and doesn't mind killing other people, he's not becoming more humane, nor less demonic. He's still a spawn of hell, capable of incredible and horrible feats. And at the same time, him finding the most joy in carefully holding Ciel, gently kissing Ciel, cuddling Ciel, just spending time with him in general, feeling fulfilled and happy with Ciel. Not Sebastian changing himself, not Ciel having illusions about him, but the combination of a most demonic beast and its gentleness that it chooses to treat its darling with.
Sebaciel medieval AU, where Ciel is the young king (whose family has been killed) and Sebastian is his loyal knight and demonic servant, who´s taking on some other duties as well. They go on missions together, Sebastian teaches Ciel history, literature, martial arts and royal code of conduct. He also cares for his masters general well-being and functions as his closest advisor. The two of them wear swords and Sebastian leads Ciel´s army into battle whenever the need arises. Of course he always returns victorious (having been in countless wars and battles, he mastered the art of warfare long ago). Ciel always awaits Sebastian's return in anticipation and bestows him with the highest honors, while later rewarding his servant in some other ways as well. Ciel´s soul is still promised to Sebastian, yet as they continue their unconventional relationship they grow more and more attached to one another. Eventually behind closed doors they regard each other as equals and basically rule the kingdom side by side.
bonus: Sebastian is still a shapeshifter and can turn into a dragon in order to protect Ciel.
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.~”
