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k-s-morgan · 4 days

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hi katrin i am such a huge fan of your meta analyses on hannibal. i was wondering if you ever had any thoughts of what would happen during s4 and if you ever had plans of writing your own post-fall story. i feel like you would absolutely crush it!!

Hi! Thank you, I'm so glad you found my metas useful!

I'm so satisfied with S3 ending and with the stories of other writers that I never felt an itch to write my own version of S4. Largely because I genuinely think Hannibal and Will have overcome the worst of their obstacles in the show, and now they only have a way up. In my fics, I prefer to tackle the biggest conflicts and drama myself, so I don't have a story interesting enough to tell.

I have a list with the post-canon recs here if you're interested, though they are pretty old at this point.

As for my thoughts on S4, I have two versions, one that I think is logical and one that Bryan might have created.

For the former, I imagine Will and Hannibal learning how to live together, and Will slowly figuring out the extent and specifics of his darkness.

Will consists of unpredictability, and Hannibal is fascinated by it. I think Will is going to kill when an impulse strikes. For example, he might go shopping, without having any dark plans, and end up murdering someone because the circumstances pushed some unfortunate soul onto his path. Will might or might not display the body depending on his mood. Today he can be in an artistic mood, but tomorrow he’ll be in a violent and impatient one, wanting to destroy the body entirely and leaving a total mess behind.

Will might prefer to kill “bad people” in the first two seasons, but it’s the process of murder that excites him. So I see his righteous choices as a preference that helps him justify his dark nature partly, not the core reason for his violence. Hannibal seems to be moved by his interest in human nature and his hunter instinct, but Will, I think, is a truer killer because he actually feels drunk on murder. Unlike Hannibal, he looks downright euphoric when/after he kills Randall and Francis. In TWOTL, Hannibal is more focused on the fact that his dream came true and he and Will killed someone together, but Will seems primarily caught up in the murder after-shocks themselves. Hannibal thinks about Will, Will thinks about how beautiful blood looks under the moonlight.

So, I believe that at first, Will will stick to killing bad people like murderers, but once some times passes, his need for justifications will fade. He’ll move on to rude people, only his rude will differ from Hannibal’s. Hannibal doesn’t differentiate between genders and ages, but I think Will will. He’s interested in a feeling of power, like he himself says, in a sense of dominance, so he’ll look forward to a fight. He won’t be interested in attacking a teenager like Cassie, for instance, because the power imbalance is too prominent. But as soon as someone more equal does something Will heavily dislikes, something that wakes his bloodlust (a personal insult, physical or verbal abuse toward other people/animals, etc.), he’ll attack. He’ll be careful - he knows how to avoid being caught, but it will still be unpredictable and passionate. Will is a storm to Hannibal’s calm.

As for Bryan's version, he said a great variety of things about what S4 could be about over the years, to the point where it's nearly impossible to form one coherent picture. Here is my attempt on it.

Will is going to feel drunk on his newfound darkness and freedom. He was repressed for so long that now that he Became, he’ll be losing his focus and drowning in his own preferences, forgetting what they were and turning into a much more vicious monster any of us expected. He’ll be chasing the high he felt from killing Francis and failing to find it. He’ll be surrounded by blood, his past victims (hence the return of everyone dead, like Bryan mentioned), and more madness. A part of him will want to impress Hannibal, to prove that he’s a worthy partner (which is supported by Will seeking Hannibal’s approval throughout the show - the way he glances at him after biting Cordell is a good example; the way he has low self-esteem and knows Bedelia failed Hannibal’s expectations). So he’ll be acting more and more violently.

Hannibal will see that Will is losing himself in a new way. He won’t want to start a physical relationship with him (which Bryan mentioned) because he’ll be afraid that it isn't for the right reasons, that Will is too far gone to made decisions. So, he’ll feel like the best therapy would be to push Will even more and make him realize that he’s approaching their new life from the wrong angle, to make him figure out that this isn't the kind of killer he wants to be. To do this, Hannibal’s manipulation will entail them going after Alana and Margot.

Will won’t be fond of the idea but Hannibal will manipulate him into accepting it, intending it as a test that will finally make Will snap out of his state. So Will will initially help hunt them down but then he’ll realize this isn’t what he wants to do. Hence finally getting his mind back and being happy in S5.

#hannibal #hannigram #will graham #hannibal lecter #season 4 #meta

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k-s-morgan · 4 days

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Hi Katrin!! I Hope you are safe, well, and healthy. Please take care of yourself. :))

On another note, I was reading a Reddit post and people were arguing whether Yana ships sebaciel or not and I want to know your thoughts on it. I’ve personally read the manga and although Sebastian is a lot meaner, there are a lot of eyebrow raising moments between them. I personally think Yana ships them (especially if you look at the official art) but I hear otherwise and I haven’t heard from another sebaciel shipper.

Hi! Thank you so much!

I wouldn't presume to speculate on what Yana specifically thinks about Ciel/Sebastian, but she definitely has a type. She likes certain tropes, nuances, and appearances, and they can be seen throughout her works.

For example, Yana's other work called Glamorous Lip: two characters are in an explicit romantic relationship there, and they are Sebastian’s and Ciel’s look-alikes. A direct example of comparisson from this post:

I just linked the post you mentioned today in my other reply, but here it is again: Yana makes art like this all the time - and that’s not counting most actual moments from manga and anime.

So at the very least, Yana likes the idea of Ciel and Sebastian sharing a closer-than-normal bond. She enjoys adding subtext, sensuality, and tension between them, and at least in one of her older works, she created a romantic couple who look just like them. I don't know if she'd like to make the relationship between Ciel and Sebastian more explicit if given a chance, but she clearly romanticizes it a lot.

#black butler #kuroshitsuji #sebaciel

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Hey! I hope you're doing well, just curious if you have any news or idea when ATLWTD or ARFAR will be updated? I'm very excited for your Batjokes story and the potential that comes with it! Have you ever thought about writing a Bruce/ dick or a dick/ slade ship ?

Another ask: Thank you for writing amazing works! Your tomarry fanfiction is incredible 🫶

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Thank you both so much! Anon, I hope you enjoy the update as well when it finally comes <3

@princessgotham21, ARFAR is almost done; ATLWETD is half-written - unfortunately, though, last week was difficult due to the bombing, my work, and a pet crisis, so I didn't progress at all. In three more days, I finish the hottest phase of my work, so that's when I'll resume writing properly, and hopefully, everything will be ready shortly afterward! Unless something really bad happens, both updates should be posted within/in about two weeks.

I tend to be a one-ship-per-fandom person, so I think my heart will firmly belong to Bruce/Joker for years to come!

#my fics #tomarry #harry potter #batjokes #personal

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Hello, Can you please elaborate on the 'Canon-Manga' version of the black butler Sebaxciel ship? because in the manga, everything so very different....according to manga, I don't think sebaxciel ship is that strong ...or sometimes it feels only very 'Platonic' and not so 'sexy' as it is always being potrayed in anime.... can you please write a tumblr blog post about only the manga ship part and how strong their ship is and how it is currently going ? Because compared to anime, manga version seems weaker .... and I honestly want sebaxciel ship to be as canon as possible ...that's why I do not like talking about Season 2 because it entirely filler fanfic not canon at all...I want this ship strong cannonically

Hi! I haven't read the manga, I just know some of the major spoilers plus I've seen some of the most popular panels and moments.

Just from what I've observed, in addition to the official art, I'd say that Sebaciel is semi-canon both in manga and in the anime. But that depends on your interpretation of the word "canon". Ciel and Sebastian need each other like they need no one else; they understand each other like no one else has a chance to; they share a tense, often-sensual, all-consuming bond that makes them allies and adversaries at the same time. There are endless moments in the manga and official art that portray the sensuality, dark tension, flirtation, and possessiveness between them. Their bond is central to the plot, so to me, this definitely makes them a half-canon ship.

If you're interested, here's a post with some analysis of Ciel and Sebastian's relationship in manga.

As for S2, I actually love it! I call it a love letter from Sebastian to Ciel, and the ending presents the best and the most challenging scenario I could have envisioned. In relation to manga, S1 is barely canon as well, so to me, there is anime canon and manga canon. Series like BoC, BoM, and BoM can be applied to both.

#black butler #kuroshitsuji #sebaciel #ciel phantomhive #sebastian michaelis

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Hello!!! We are all aware that Abigail reminded Hannibal of his sister, however, what about Will? Is it possible that Hannibal, interacting with Will Graham, sees him as his "sister", and lives through a childhood trauma?. Namely: after a traumatic event in Hannibal's childhood, throughout his life before Will, he lives in a stage of repression: the automatic suppression of any emotions, the elevation of walls and going into art to fill the void inside himself. However, after the very first meeting with Will, his trauma, like a kind of trigger, awoke and the process began to complete the task of "healing the vulnerability, the hole formed as a result of a cruel experience"); related to his sister (closing the gestalt). What do you think about this theory? Is it possible for events to develop in which Hannibal in the first season, after meeting with Will, first of all sought to close this Gestalt by linking his life with someone similar to him and understanding?

Hi! I think this reading is definitely possible because in the books, Hannibal attempts to turn Clarice into Mischa at first, so the foundation for it is there. There are also his words about dropping the tea cup and waiting for it to gather itself together - their meaning is highly debatable, though.

Personally, I think the show's version of him is more well-adjusted and less attached to his past. I don't think our Hannibal was ever looking for his sister in anything or anyone, not even Abigail, and definitely not Will.

He mentioned that Abigail reminded him of Mischa, he cared about her, but in the end, his feelings for her paled in comparison to what he felt for Will. He killed Abigail as a punishment for him, and without Will in the picture, without Hannibal's sudden idea and wish to have a family with him, he probably would have never felt the need to save Abigail at all. She was always secondary to his desires. Mischa, on the other hand, was a priority. He'd never give up on her.

When discussing Mischa with Will, Hannibal makes it clear she's dead - to me, he sounds regretful and wistful, but not tormented or agonizing over it. It feels like he survived this loss, like he was able to move on from it. At the start of the show, before meeting Will, he seems perfectly content and genuinely enjoying his life. He realizes he wants more from it only after meeting Will, but since his feelings toward him are romantic and he treats him in a very specific and unique way, I don't think he makes any association with Mischa. Maybe only in the sense that for the first time after losing her, he feels such an urgent need to have a family, realizes that he's been lonely without even noticing it before.

In the books, Hannibal seems to be confused by love, so when he fell in love with Clarice, I can see how in his mind, it made her similar to Mischa, the only person he knew how to love before that. So he wanted to make them one. But in the show, Hannibal seems much more stable and attuned to his feelings, so I think he clearly distinguished between Will, Mischa, and Abigail.

#hannibal #will graham #hannibal lecter #hannigram #abigail hobbs #mischa lecter

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I AM LIVING FOR THIS EPISODE, AAAAAAAAA🔥🔥💙🖤

#black butler #sebaciel #kuroshitsuji

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ATLWETD Snippet

I couldn't decide which part to pick for a snippet for ages so I just picked randomly)

“These are all new ones,” Hagrid said excitedly, pointing at the huge self-made basket filled with grass and hay. “I do what I can for them. Visit them every day and bring them meat, all that thing. But it’s getting colder again and I worry that they might freeze to their death. I thought of getting them blankets but—”

Riddle let out a quiet snort. His face took on a haughty look, and Harry didn’t have to even guess to know what he was thinking. That Hagrid was a pathetic half-breed incapable of doing magic, something that was supposed to be inherent to anyone worthy of life.

Anger stirred in his chest, and he turned away from Riddle, focusing on the cubs.

He couldn’t say he felt much affection towards them. They were small, ugly, and they were writhing in their basket restlessly, trying to push closer to one another.

Hagrid was right, they were cold. And it was a problem Harry could easily fix.

“How did you find them?” he asked, taking out his wand and transforming the basket into something resembling a dog house he’d seen back at the Privet Drive, in the yards of some of the Dursleys’ neighbours. He didn’t know if it would be suitable for little werewolves, but it was better than nothing. Now he had to figure out how to use a warming charm that would stick — he had no desire to venture this deep into the Forbidden Forest again.

Hagrid began to explain something, but Harry only half-listened. He murmured a spell, waited, and then touched one of the cubs carefully, checking if it was getting warmer.

The moment his fingers pressed against the soft coat, the second cub raised its head and tried to bite him. Harry barely managed to snatch his hand away. His still-broken finger collided with his wand by accident, flaring with unpleasant warmth. He cursed, more out of annoyance at his own carelessness than pain, when Riddle suddenly appeared next to him and grabbed him by his collar, dragging him to his feet harshly.

“What kind of an idiot are you?” he hissed. He clenched Harry’s wrist, examining his hand with burning intensity. “Touching this filth! Do you want to be infected?”

“Infected?” Harry repeated in confusion. Belatedly, he realised that Riddle was probably right. The cubs looked like simple wolves, there was nothing human-like in their shape, so the fact that their bite could be dangerous didn’t occur to him.

“They can’t infect yeh!” Hagrid protested. “They come from humans mating in wolf forms. Their bite ain’t dangerous, they’re like real wolves, just very smart.”

“You don’t know that,” Riddle replied stonily. His voice was cold as ice, and he continued to inspect Harry’s hand, twisting and turning it like it was his own limb. Harry tried to pull away, annoyed, but predictably, Riddle didn’t let him.

“What makes you think they can infect humans?” he asked just to say something. Riddle’s insistence on barging into his personal space and manhandling him was starting to grate on his nerves, although in a strange, awkward way he didn’t know how to deal with.

“No one has determined it for certain. It’s extremely rare for two abominations to reproduce under the full moon and then to leave their bastards behind. How Hagrid continues to find them defies all rules of logic and common sense.”

“Sounds like something you might want to research,” Harry muttered. Riddle sent him a deeply sceptical look, as if he was questioning his sanity. “What? Isn’t it something you’re supposed to be interested in? Werewolves are a part of our society and the way they are treated is disgusting. Anyone who offers them better treatment can get them as allies in—”

No. What was he saying? Or rather, to whom was he saying it?

Harry swallowed the rest of his words, but it was too late, the biggest part of them was out. Riddle’s stare turned calculating, an intrigued gleam lighting it from inside. His hold loosened, and Harry finally managed to get himself free.

He really was an idiot. Sure, he didn’t say anything extraordinary, and Riddle would have arrived at this basic conclusion on his own — Voldemort had. But still… this was something he could say to a friend, a person he trusted, not to Riddle. Never to him. They weren’t a team, and helping him to find more allies was the last thing Harry wanted.

Besides, werewolves deserved better than to be used by someone who didn’t give a damn about them and then discarded — or worse, wiped out of existence. Harry had no idea what Voldemort had been planning to do with them once he got everything he wanted.

Frowning, he knelt next to the cubs and raised his wand again. He had to get that warming charm right.

“That’s what I’m saying!” Hagrid exclaimed. His voice rang with passion. “Werewolves are mistreated. They can be good friends, right, Harry? And the cubs are innocent, they’d never hurt no one.”

Riddle stifled a sigh. He continued to stand next to Harry, monitoring his struggle with the spell. Did he want to make certain that Harry wasn’t going to push his fingers into the werewolves’ mouths? Probably this or something as ridiculous.

Okay, the warming charm. Harry learned how to modify simple spells in one of the books he’d been absorbing lately, and though the theory was surprisingly clear, he had no idea how to voice his intent clearly enough for his magic to listen. A spell that would keep this little shelter warm throughout the winter and early spring without having to be reapplied, which would disappear when the weather got naturally warmer, and which would gain power again when the late autumn came. How on earth could he convey all of this in one simple charm? And how could he know if it worked?

“Next time, we can go visit the older cubs,” Hagrid was saying. His words were getting increasingly animated. “And the fire crabs, I know where they’re nesting. And I swear I saw the Occamy one day—”

Harry was glad he had his back turned to Hagrid — his face probably reflected the horror he felt at the thought of coming in here again and again in search of the dangerous creatures he was wary of. He loved and missed Hagrid, but there had to be limits to where they went and what they did.

On the other hand… Hagrid was lonely. Would it be so bad to accompany him from time to time?

Riddle’s disgusted snort broke him out of his thoughts. Harry squinted at him from the corner of his eye — surely Riddle couldn’t know what he was thinking? — but it was too late. Riddle was already walking away from him, holding the edge of his robe like he was concerned about getting it dirty.

“I can see that your love for dangerous creatures hasn’t abated since your expulsion, Hagrid,” he said pleasantly. Every warm syllable sounded so artificial that Harry’s jaw ached from how tightly he clenched it. “Tell me, are you still interacting with that Acromantula that killed Myrtle?”

Harry froze just as Hagrid choked, his excited words dying on his tongue.

“Aragog… Aragog killed no one,” he muttered. It was difficult to understand him, his voice was thick with emotion. “He ain’t guilty.”

“I see.”

That was all Riddle said, but the way he did it left Hagrid with no choice but to reply.

“He didn’t do it!” he insisted, more loudly this time. “He would’ve told me!”

“As a child, have you ever done something bad? Something that you didn’t want your family to know?”

“Riddle,” Harry snapped. He didn’t want to get into it — he just wanted to be done with this stupid spell and go, but he wasn’t going to let Hagrid be brainwashed into believing he killed Myrtle. The audacity of even trying to do it, and to do it here, where Harry could hear them… did Riddle really think he would let this stand?

“I— yeah,” Hagrid threw a lost look at Harry before focusing on Riddle again. “Lots of things.”

“And have you ever lied to cover it up?”

“Riddle,” Harry repeated. He waved his wand at the cubs, directing all his frustration into his spell, but while it clearly worked, it didn’t feel any different from the usual warming charms he’d been using. Maybe it was a little stronger, but it would never hold through the winter, never mind self-regulating its activation and disappearance.

��Sometimes,” Hagrid muttered.

“Then what makes you think Aragog behaved any differently? He killed the girl and he was scared of your reaction.”

“No!”

Despite the protest, an echo of uncertainty touched this one word, and just like that, Harry knew this battle was lost. Hagrid was gullible enough to fall for Riddle’s manipulation, and Riddle was in the mood to put an effort into it.

“Think about it,” he said softly. It was difficult to say whether his voice was naturally this compelling or if he was using compulsions deliberately — whatever it was, for a moment, Harry found himself almost lulled by it. “You kept letting it out for some exercise. From around that point, someone started petrifying the students. Then, the attacks escalated, and the girl was found dead. Do Acromantulas have venom?”

“Yeah… in the fangs.”

“In the fangs,” Riddle agreed. “Exactly so. And the venom gets stronger with age. At first, Aragog was too little to kill someone. But you kept caring for him, so he kept growing, and one day, his venom became strong enough to cause Myrtle’s death.”

Did Riddle need to be punched to shut up? Because this was something Harry was more than willing to do. His anger was bubbling on the surface already — one more word, and it would spill over.

“Acromantulas have a natural appetite for human flesh, Hagrid,” Riddle continued silkily, using dejected silence to fill it with more of his bullshit. “Surely you know that. You have always been the best when it came to studying magical creatures. There is no need to deny it now that Aragog is out of danger — I would never tell where you are hiding it.”

Outrage broke through. Harry lurched to his feet, throwing the last warming charm at the cubs and marching towards Riddle and Hagrid, almost shaking with fury. He had no idea what he was going to say, but letting Riddle fill Hagrid’s head with rubbish, make him feel guilty for something he didn’t do—

Apparently, Harry’s approach was also a part of Riddle’s plan because when he reached them, Riddle wrapped a possessive hand around the back of his neck, pulling him close as if he always intended to do so and effectively rendering him speechless.

“I would never tell where you are hiding Aragog,” he repeated to Hagrid, “but only if you convince me that you’ve learned your lesson. Your unique talents allow you to interact with all these creatures unharmed, but as you can see, the same cannot be said about other students. Your actions have already led to the death of one of them — would you really like to repeat this experience? With Harry, of all people?”

“No,” Hagrid breathed out. His eyes were brimming with tears, and this was enough to break Harry from under whatever spell Riddle had put on him — again.

Using his position, he pressed his wand to Riddle’s wrist and burned it with a stinging jinx. Riddle must have failed to see it coming because he jerked away abruptly, releasing Harry from his hold and sending him an incredulous look.

Very soon, his astonishment gave way to malice. Riddle narrowed his eyes, and Harry’s heart jerked from the cold, calculating stare he received. He glared back, crossing his arms and stepping away at the safer distance.

“Don’t listen to him, Hagrid,” he said. “It’s not—”

“What?” Riddle asked coolly. He rubbed his wrist, not taking his eyes off Harry, maintaining the strangest balance between an innocent expression and a hard, dark look. “Do you believe that all these pets are harmless? Were you not almost bitten by a cub of a werewolf five minutes ago without knowing if their bite was infectious? Are you saying you are ready to get acquainted with them all?”

The urgent need to protect Hagrid and to do something to wipe this expression of distress and heartbreak off his face nearly made Harry blurt out an agreement, but another part, probably a saner one, prevailed for a change.

Even as an adult, Hagrid could never tell the difference between safe and dangerous creatures. Aragog might have been innocent of Myrtle’s murder, but he did eat humans, and he probably would have started doing it at Hogwarts sooner or later if he hadn’t been forced to flee.

Apart from putting the blame for Myrtle’s death on Hagrid, Riddle was right. And Harry had no idea how to convince Hagrid he hadn’t killed anyone without nullifying the sobering impact of this idea.

He could really do without all these dilemmas Riddle had been creating for him recently.

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k-s-morgan · 17 days

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What I always liked about them is their synchronization, it eats me aliveee💙🖤

#black butler #kuroshitsuji #sebaciel

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k-s-morgan · 17 days

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❗️As a result of a Russian missile attack on Odesa, two people and a dog were killed - Regional Military Administration.

Eight more people were injured, including a 12-year-old boy.

There is damage to residential buildings and civil infrastructure. All relevant services are on site.

The castle of students of the "Odesa Law Academy" in Odesa almost burned down

#ukraine #russia is a terrorist state

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Hannibal 1.07 Sorbet | 1.08 Fromage | 2.10 Naka-choko | 3.09 And the Woman Clothed with the Sun

#hannibal #hannigram

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k-s-morgan · 18 days

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How to Make Your Subordinate Fall for You: A Guide By Kang Yo Han (Ga On's ver.)

#the devil judge #gahan #lawful husbands

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I find it so intriguing and interesting that Ciel, even though he has a magnificent memory and good brains, stil at the age of only 10-13 can keep up with Sebastian, a centuries old being... in terms of plotting, arguing, creating

How must Sebastian feel about his Master? Does he not question how can he be so extraordinary and so young? Or does age at this point not matter to a demon?

Oh, Sebastian does question it! He's long since reached the stage of "My Master is the most impressive, smartest, most beautiful, most utterly breathtaking human being to ever walk the earth." At this point, he even overestimates some of Ciel's strengths because he's wearing the subjective glasses of infatuation.

With the age, I don't think Sebastian fully comprehends it because to him, the length of every human life is just a blink of an eye. He holds Ciel to the same standards he does adults, and he admires him as as a person in general, not just as a 12-13 year-old.

At the same time, I think it played its role. Ciel is inherently smart and I'd argue that he always had a penchant for manipulation, darkness, coldness, and inner strength in him. But meeting Sebastian when he did, as a child dealing with terrible trauma, then being practically raised surrounded by his influence and his standards - it left its mark. Sebastian was his closest confidant, the only relevant figure aware of what happened to him and what he's like. He was also a source of power and protection that Ciel desperately needed back then, so he clang to him with all he had. After quickly realizing that Sebastian, being a demon, despises weakness and can turn on him in an instant, Ciel did everything to become his match and to wrestle him for control. He pushed himself much harder than he would have otherwise to be someone worthy of demon's particular brand of respect.

It all had profound impacts on Ciel's personality. Children this young are still developing and absorbing the outside influence, and in Ciel's case, a demon was the one affecting him. I'm sure not every child brought up by a demon would have ended up like this, but Ciel already had all the seeds that could make him a perfect match for Sebastian - all Sebastian had to do was to water them.

I think a lot of Ciel's views on emotions and human value are tied to Sebastian's opinions. Without him, Ciel would still be smart and manipulative, but he probably wouldn't find emotional displays this abhorrent. He wouldn't consider them a weakness and he'd probably see humans more like humans, not like pieces in his game.

In some ways, Sebastian himself created his ideal partner. The foundation was always there, but who knows what it would have evolved into if it wasn't for his influence.

#sebaciel #kuroshitsuji #black butler #ciel phantomhive #sebastian michaelis #my fics

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