#sebaciel | mpreg | angst fluff | keepsakes
“A gift?” Ciel asks, reluctantly holding out his upturned wrists as instructed with a furrowed brow. “Whatever for?”
Sebastian smiles, terribly handsome and entirely suspicious. “For you, my Lord. Nothing more. Nothing less.”
#sebaciel | fluff
The little Earl Phantomhive has surprised Sebastian countless times over the past 3 years of their contract.
He is clever, determined, empathetic as he is cruel—but the boy taking up Sebastian’s preference for aesthetics, fashion in this case,
the way they’re holding each other here (and the entire fight scene while Sebastian is carrying Ciel for that matter) is so much more meaningful than Sebastian simply fulfilling the terms of their contract and protecting Ciel, it shows that even subconsciously their grip on one
Ciel still shivering each time Sebastian’s hands, meticulous and warm through his starched cotton gloves, touch Ciel’s naked skin.
At the tickle of his eyepatch laces brushing along his bare nape and back, reminding him of its presence, its necessity. Of the deal he struck.
#sebaciel
Sebastian gifting these to Ciel at first just to be cheeky and wretched, only to then realize his master happens to love them, terribly so.
Suddenly, Ciel has an entire horrific collection that he tends to meticulously on a shelf in his bedroom.
🔞 modern #sebaciel
Where Ciel approaches Sebastian at a seedy gay club, and the older man clocks immediately that the kid is both way too young and far too pretty to be at this place at all, much less alone.
But Sebastian has never been one to deny himself /or/ lovely boys
omg lol that’s very kind of you to say, but I promise it’s not as easy as I apparently make it look?? 🤣
the hardest part for me is sitting down and finding the focus to actually WRITE, my adhd is terrible so I’ll get in vc with friends and we’ll write together, it helps