#agbastian

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Is this code for him scouting out all the beds in which to lay with Sebastian? Find out in the next chapter.

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Edit, for those interested: Seems like a more lighthearted version of this idea I had.

Maybe “you’re my favorite” for Sebagni? 🖤

so, thinking about this, i wanted fluff, but my brain hit me with character death and grief and shit (but not agni. never agni.) with like. so little sebagni here. so. if i wrote a short fic about this it'd be fairly simple:

(one rambly semi-narrated idea with bad dialogue, coming right up!)

Imagine one of those "everything goes smoothly contrary to the intense and unbearable pain of canon" AUs. Sebastian still ends up eating our favourite blue boy's soul, but their relationship was just overall better because this version of Seb is not as much of a dick. The secret twin drama resolves itself WITH NO DEATHS and everyone lives a nice little life, vengeance is achieved, contracts are fulfilled, souls are consumed, all that good stuff.

Even years later, Sebastian keeps his current name and appearance ("Just for a moment," he probably says, "I liked that one, so there's no need to leave it behind, yet.") and settles down with the greatest man and softest husband, Agni, in the cliché little house everyone imagines when they think of calm, happy days, away from the troubles of a conflicted life. They're the grossly smitten couple that never moves past the honeymoon phase, even though their version of it is not endless passion, but more of a consistent, certain and reliable kind of love. Overall adorable, as these two are.

Their daily life is all the nice shit you could ever imagine. Soma visits on (most) weekends, they get to be annoying parents with him, and it's great. Really. Even though it does, sometimes, remind Sebastian of another young boy he had gotten used to caring for, and of how empty the house can feel, and of how much he misses days that were less peaceful, less pleasant, and other things he can't find the words for because he never bothered to think about it when the brat was still alive. Because yes, all of this is nice, but grief isn't something that ever goes away when you're not even used to loving things enough to miss them when they're gone.

(also i love making characters suffer in ways they cannot ever fix. i'm mean like that.)

So the routine has one more step. Regular visits to the Phantomhive manor, and to the neat little stone in what i assume would be a backyard-turned-graveyard (or is it cemetary... i do not know), become a thing.

(and this is where we get ridiculously dramatic and mostly one-sided dialogue! agni is my fave but i never let him say a word istg, my man's a dearly beloved plot device)

During one particular visit, Agni notices that his trash demon's eyes simply won't leave the building, rather than the gravestone, which is unusual. (or as unusual as it can be, considering that there's no real habit here, since the only thing these visits have in common is that they're definitely not fun! like, not fun at all. agni's out there being a supportive husband but this is depressing as fuck)

(anyway basically he's like, "what's up" and seb is like *dramatic pause* bc he's just Like That and eventually he actually opens his damn mouth)

"Human life is so ridiculously fragile," he starts, and his tone is so casual it makes it sound like a boring scientific fact that has no incidence on actual people's lives, "I should know better than to let it affect me. Yet so many of them have. And most of them belong, or belonged in that manor."

"Most of them?"

"Not all of them, obviously. Don't you know?"

(and here we would have some comment about seb's completely ridiculous tendency to be the sassiest little bitch at the worst possible times, and about how that cheeky little "don't you know?" is not as ckeey as it should be, actually, and agni thinks he kind of looks like he's about to turn into a sobbing mess right then and there, even though he knows demons can't cry, but before he gets to voice any of that concern, seb decides to hit him with more dramatic dialogue.)

"You're my favourite. And I think you will always hold that title, as a boring old man, or as worthlessly precious ashes on a shelf," he rushes through some of the words, taken by an uncharacteristic agitation, hands held out in front of him in some meaningless gesture, "and even just as you, right now, listening to me like you always do, because for some odd reason you still love me."

"And I'll love you forever."

It's all Agni says, because sometimes people only need someone to listen and to remind them of simple things to soothe complex pains.

(he's a saint and i love him)

"I don't doubt that you will."

(and seb will definitely love his sweet husband because that man. that man. and he's the only person he hasn't failed to care for, have a nice day)

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What a cutie. ☺️

Meanwhile: Homosexual glare

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Perfect meme template for this fandom.

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Captions courtesy of @effrvsnt107

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agni: the first time i met sebastian he broke into my house 💖

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This is the face of a man deeply besotted.

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What if Seb collected Agni’s soul and kept it in a jar. And so whenever something troubling happens or Ciel gets on his nerves, he goes to it and tells him. Whenever he’s at his wit’s end, he contemplates eating it, to be one with his friend again. But he doesn’t. And then he resets the jar, smiles, and leaves.

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Imagine Claude and Agni are talking — then, Sebastian perches himself on Claude’s lap and blocks him from Agni’s view, resuming the conversation in his own way, talking over/for Claude, and whenever Claude sighs or leans to the side as he’s had enough, trying to talk to Agni again, Sebastian immediately leans, too, and blocks him from view again.

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The only way I can genuinely hope why it wasn’t canon was because I suppose it might have raised the needed-to-be-answered question (like everything else that’s probably mega canon because obviously it isn’t Kuro without it, essentially just rendering my point fucking moot) of “can demons actually fall in love with humans?” and “in what instances do they?”.

Sometimes I’ll see shit like this and really wonder why sebagni was never a thing other than the lack of a tiny feminine boy and/or because Agni isn’t white. This ship would’ve blown up in like every other fandom

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It was an idea that I played around with in an unfinished WIP, but I’ll ponder over it again here. What if Sebastian planned to, after his contract with Ciel, try to convince Agni to make a contract with him (for seemingly mutual benefit but really it’s for Sebastian’s emotional benefit, possibly under the guise of it being for Agni)—whether that’s through protecting Soma alongside him, or Soma’s family as a means to make Soma happy, etc, perhaps even take the manor for them to move into—and in the process try to make the contract so there were several loopholes and clauses that made the goal of the contract near or entirely impossible to achieve. And, if the goal is met, then—after a while of remorse and apprehension—he’ll eventually devour his soul. And then he’ll be able to keep him close, forever.

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Trying to clear out my drafts as soon as possible and finally finished this.

Summary:

Everything ticks on perfectly, just as normal. Yet, Sebastian is kept at constant unease all day, a weight in his very core as if his young master himself is in peril. Everything does not feel perfect.

For Agni is dead, and Sebastian is not.

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Rushedly finished drabble (that was left for like 22 days according to the ao3 draft itself), so it is definitely to be rewritten. But, in the meantime:

Summary:

Down lifeless halls, past weighted doors, in a dark, undisturbed room, Sebastian slinks inside, and there, he opens the curtains, and tells Him of his day.

(Correlating to this post here)

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Not stalling on anything Grelle related by writing Sebagni angst no definitely not

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the worlds first hindu satantic wedding in 45 minutes 

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Not stalling on anything Grelle related by writing Sebagni angst no definitely not