Sebastian: What am I your father?
Ciel: I mean you are my legal guardian
Sebastian: … shit I am your father.
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YES, I KNOW that Sebastian wants Ciels soul
And YES I KNOW their relationship dynamic is just a man n his meal deal
BUT FOR THE LOVE OF GOD
Let me dream that Sebastian will adopt Ciel and they will live a very happy and fulfilling life because Dadbastian is just a single mother with a moody emo teenager.
Can we let me be delulu
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hypothetical scenario
Ciel coming back from the dead (or just waking up from an unconscious state).
The first thing he mutters when opening his eyes to the blurry face above him? "Father..."
He's a tad bit disappointed when he realizes that it's Sebastian holding him in his arms and not Vincent (curse their physical similarities).
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i’d like to think that if we got a black butler twst crossover in the game with a limited ciel card, his spell animations would be him calling sebastian since he doesn’t have magic 😭
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little something i drew for a modern AU cielois fic i wrote when i was 15 and have recently picked back up!!
Ciel’s eyes immediately dart to a picture of them from freshman year. There was a photobooth for a halloween dance, just a few weeks after the party that they had been to. Alois had found a shitty rip-off matching set of Alice in Wonderland costumes that he had made Ciel wear with him.
“Alois. Making me wear this shitty costume is one thing, but making me take photographic evidence of it is begging me to commit social suicide.”
“Oh, please. I barely even had to beg this time. Besides, I would say that we already look like a gaggle of queers! What’s the harm in collecting souvenirs to commemorate this brief moment of you stepping out of the closet?” Alois teased.
Ciel deadpanned.
“Please?”
“No.”
“If you get into the photobooth with me, I’ll give you a kiss?”
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He has THE scary dog privilege
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I love the ugliness of love. Removing love from its socially accepted roots. Love as not a mere source of tragedy and sadness, but as an active corruptive power over those it mystifies. Love as the addiction without cure and the wound forever bleeding. I love seeing the beauty of something so coveted spun on its head.
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