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hi! for the sentence thing do you mind doing ❝ i really… want everyone to know i’m yours. ❞ and maybe like sebastian saying that to ciel and like in their timeline not an AU?
“I really… want everyone to know that I’m yours.”
“They already do,” Ciel said with a scowl. “You’re my butler. You are with me wherever I go, I introduce you as mine, you wear the crest of my family on your chest. Why would anyone ever think that you do not belong to me?”
Sebastian strolled along a step behind his master, the tapping of Ciel’s heeled shoes and his cane echoing on the cobblestone in the deserted alleyway.
“I suppose you are right…” Sebastian said, pausing in their journey to Lau’s opium den. “Sometimes though, it feels as if it is not enough. There are those who continuously try to separate us, take you from me, and it galls me to no end to know that there are others who feel entitled to you and your attention, that there are people who dare to lay a hand on my young master.”
Ciel’s scowl deepened and he stopped walking. “It sounds as if you are more worried that people forget that I belong to you as well.”
“….Yes, my lord.”
“How absurd. I can never escape you. You know that. The mark on this eye will not allow it, just as the mark on your hand will not tolerate it.” Ciel reached out and took up Sebastian’s gloved hand. He slipped his finger under the virginal white cotton and slipped it off, Sebastian permitting him to reveal his bare skin and black nails.
“We belong to each other,” Ciel said. He held Sebastian’s hand up beside his face, his palm on his temple where they could each feel the pulse in their shared seal.
Sebastian needed to see it. He hooked a finger under the string of the eyepatch and tugged it up over the crown of Ciel’s head, revealing the beautiful branded eye that glowed purple whenever Ciel thought of him. It glimmered with a lilac hue, and the black mark on Sebastian’s hand mirrored it in intensity. The two of them shared the feeling as they looked at one another in silence.
Sebastian could not handle it. He needed his young master. He curled his fingers around the back of Ciel’s head and dipped low to kiss him, taking several steps and pushing his master’s back up against the brick facade of the nearest building.
Ciel was lost in it, mesmerized by the shared sensation burning in his eye and extending down each of his limbs, a phenomenon he only felt with Sebastian’s hands on him. He was bound to his demon, master in name only; he remained a slave to his desire, unable to combat the supernatural force that he had found himself subject to the past three years. Mired in despair and his greed, loneliness and righteousness, his only save haven was with Sebastian.
But not here. Ciel tightened his grip on his cane and brought the rounded handle up and drove it sharply into Sebastian’s ribs. “Mind the location, you idiot,” he hissed, breath hot, Sebastian’s taste lingering on his mouth.
“I apologize,” Sebastian said. He stepped back and allowed his master to regain the lead, trailing behind at his usual respectful distance. “Young master…”
“What is it?”
“When we return to the townhouse… I wonder, would you permit me to have you?”
Ciel tried not to let the question interrupt his measured gait. “You’ve never asked before,” he said, holding his head high.
“I want you to answer me. Will you, the master, allow your servant to defile you should he ask? Will you reward his dogged loyalty with access to your innermost private places?”
“Enough, Sebastian. We’re here. I want no more of this talk. At least until we are home…”
“Yes, my Lord.”
Ciel tugged at the bow at his neck, fixed his top hat, trying to maintain his air of professionalism before they descended into the smoky cavern of Lau’s illegitimate business. The thought of Sebastian defiling him, of touching and kissing him, of making him come undone and reduce him to a puddle of lust and wanton ramblings with his cock deep inside him… They would all just have to wait. Business came first; the fun stuff came later.
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victorian memento mori mourning hair necklace
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Like green witch arc was probably peak seb as far as design and good god it was ten years ago
Afraid we've hit the other side of the bell curve of sebastian hotness. Too babygirl, too soft. Need him just a lil sharper, sleeker, scarier
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Yes...I am a demon. There's no way I could understand my prey, a human's sense of taste. What I understand is...only the taste of a human's soul.
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Afraid we've hit the other side of the bell curve of sebastian hotness. Too babygirl, too soft. Need him just a lil sharper, sleeker, scarier
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Black Butler on the cover of G-fantasy July issue
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The art before and after is insane 😳.
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headcanon: seb mimicked human parent behavior and ended up traumatizing ciel
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look how proud he looks for starting the world's first emo boy band so his girlfriend would stop ignoring his texts
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"Dance begins with the Waltz and ends with the Waltz"
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