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here’s chapter two of rewrite my understanding of faith
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Summary: A winter storm has brewed outside the manor and Ciel is writing a report for the Queen not realizing exactly how cold he is until he drops his pen. Sebastian appears and after a bit of teasing him with the pen he hatches a plan on how to warm up his young master.
tw: age gap
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A winter storm raged outside, ice mixed with snow pelted the roof. Ciel remained at his desk doing work utterly unaware of his own shivering frame. Only he realized when he could not hold his pen properly—due to his shaky fingers—causing it to dramatically flip out of his grasp and rocket to the floor.
He watched the pen clatter to the floor helplessly. Ciel sighed as he shoved his hands against his desk to push the chair back so he could stand, then he pushed to his feet; muttering a curse under his breath as he did so.
Before he could turn to face the general direction where the pen had fallen Sebastian was there, holding it between his pointer and middle finger. He had a sly grin on his face as he said, “I assume you were looking for this?” Ciel scrunched his nose and Sebastian’s grin grew wider at the sight.
He reached up on his tiptoes to snatch the pen back from his demon but he held it just out of reach for the boy’s grasp. “Give it here.” Ciel was fully on the tips of his toes now as he reached for the pen. Stubborn determination to win whatever this was. As the boy rose higher Sebastian raised it above him, dangling it just above his reach.
“Not unless you sit by the fire. I will not let my young master catch a cold. What type of butler would I be if I did?” Although his tone was jovial, his brows knitted together.
“ Not one worth his salt .” Ciel grumbled as he crossed his arms around his trembling frame. Something glinted in his demon’s eyes at the sight. “I have paperwork to do. If I do not get this report finished the Queen will have a fit.” He nodded but Ciel could tell the wheels in his brain were turning. Ciel shivered some more as the cole but into his skin.
“Plus the hearth is already...” The last part of the sentence died on his tongue as he faced the died out hearth. “—lit.” That explained it, he wondered how he hadn’t noticed. Although it probably wouldn’t be the last time it happened.
“I might have an idea.” Sebastian announced as he stared between the hearth, the chair with a blanket splayed over it that sat in front of the heart, and a large book on Ciel’s desk.
He watched a bit curiously as his demon gathered the book and paperwork and set it on the end table beside the chair. And the pen on top of the book. He lit the heart. Next Sebastian then picked up the plush cobalt blanket, Ciel narrowed his eyes but he was too cold to care what his demon was doing as long as he warmed up.
Sebastian walked over to him, “what are you—?” Ciel protested as Sebastian bent down and wrapped the blanket around his shoulders.
He ran his hands along the fabric of the blanket and secretly reveled in its softness. Warmth began to filter through him once more.
“May I?” Sebastian asked as he glanced at Ciel and then the chair. He could walk perfectly fine but allowed his laziness to take over him. He balled his tiny hands into fists in the blanket as he pulled it tighter around his frame.
Sebastian scooped his young master into his arms and for the first Ciel noticed he was gloveless and could see his tattooed hand and his black nail polish. The veins in his hands protruded as he gently gripped Ciel. It felt strangely intimate seeing him without his white gloves.
His gloveless hand brushed against his bare thigh and he shivered for a whole different reason.
Quickly he averted his gaze away from Sebastian but he thought he felt eyes watching him; though when he looked back he found his demon staring ahead. Yet his crimson eyes glowed faintly.
He was so focused on Sebastian’s hand on his thigh he did not notice his demon had sitten down.
When he did all he said was, “oh.” Heat flooded his cheeks and there was no hiding from Sebastian’s gaze now with his body flushed against his chest and their faces a hairsbreadth apart.
He had never been this close to Sebastian still he did not know why his touch elicited such a reaction from him. “ Oh .”
He squirmed a bit and Sebastian asked, “if you are not comfortable sitting like this you may sit alone. I only thought this could help you warm quicker.” Ciel stammered for a response but could not think of one. He dared not to look his demon in the eyes for he knew what he’d find.
It was not that he was uncomfortable, it's only that he was too comfortable.
“Hand me my paperwork and my pen .” Ciel managed to say thankfully keeping the emotion out of his words but making sure the last word was clipped.
He caught a glimpse of a knowing smile on Sebastian’s lips as if he could see right through the charade. “Yes, my lord.”
They stayed like that the entire night. Sebastian watched Ciel tirelessly work and helped him catch any errors he made. It was a peacefulness he rarely had in his life. After finishing the report he nestled closer to Sebastian’s chest and began to drift off.
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Sebastian is getting real Gomez Addams with this one my dudes
#bro is down BAD. and yeah. we knew that already. but he's being so Extra#lord speaks#about writing#ttnbd#sebaciel#fanfiction
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heheheh anyway
#sebaciel#my Carriage PWP fic has nothing if not Good Dialogue#It will be done soon#I've employed my contractor to help with the rest of writing it bc I am too lazy#I have always been a role-player before a fanfiction writer#it takes two to tango#and Spiracle writes Sebastian like a dream soOOoO
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji | Black Butler
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Underage
Relationships: Sebastian Michaelis/Ciel Phantomhive
Characters: Ciel Phantomhive, Sebastian Michaelis, McMillan (Kuroshitsuji)
Additional Tags: sebaciel week 2023, yes im starting late af, Weston School Arc (Kuroshitsuji), Age Difference, Teacher-Student Relationship
Series: Part 1 of sebaciel week 2023
Summary:
The butler – professor – smiled leaning to kiss the young earl on the cheek, who visibly relaxed at the soft lips on his skin, and he wanted more. “I shall never hurt you, my love, for it would kill me to do so.”
#sebaciel week 2023#sebaciel#it's never too late to post about a gay demon and his gay master#kuroshitsuji fanfiction#sebastian michaelis#ciel phantomhive
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— “I love you like the ashes in my cigarette box.” | sebaciel. | 1.7K. | dead dove: do not eat.
#kuroshitsuji#sebastian michaelis#ciel phantomhive#sebaciel#black butler#kuroshitsuji fanfiction#sebaciel fanfic#dead dove fic#dead dove do not eat#black butler fanfiction
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Can I ask your top 10 fav fics ever (from any fandom, if you don't mind)?
Also, just curious, is there a story behind your name "crowdemoninkinkyboots "?
before i give my fav fics, my username is in reference to sebastian because he’s a crow demon with kinky boots uvu
okay these are in no particular order but here’s my top 10 fics:
Shapeshifter by Honeythief
black butler, sebaciel
y’all this fic broke me. whoever suggested it owes me emotional compensation. but it also hurt so good. it’s in first person which may turn off some people but i promise it’s worth the read
Sanglier by vanroku
twisted wonderland, rookpel with a hint of jackpel
it’s painfully hard finding dead dove/whump content with my fav pomefiore boys, but this is absolutely perfect
Timeless Eternity by GammaRays
demon slayer, kibutan
y’all this fic is dark. but it’s so good. it kinda sparked my thing for captor/captive tropes, and tbh it’s probably my fav kny fic
actually i lied the next two are fics i commissioned i still absolutely adore (they’re also omegaverse lmao)
Knock Knock Little Bunny by mattysones
demon slayer, kibutan
i was so excited for this fic and it was worth the wait. omegaverse + whump is such a tasty combination for me and matty wrote it perfectly. best money i’ve spent.
Torridity by mcpoggy
demon slayer, kanaoi
mcpoggy is usually a giyutan writer and i’m probably going to add one of her other fics here but i absolutely adored how this fic came out. it’s so vanilla compared to the other fics listed but i love it. i need more omegaverse yuri in my life
When I Kissed The Teacher by mcpoggy
demon slayer, giyutan
this is like THE giyutan fic, and also my first bookmark on ao3. it’s also vanilla compared to most other fics on this list but giyutan does have an age gap. it’s super long but i’d alway recommend mcpoggy’s giyutan fics uvu
heads rolling for the one i adore by nyabatos
genshin impact, zhongven
ok i’m INCREDIBLY biased because the author is my best friend but she’s such an incredible writer. it’s also such an interesting au where venti sacrifices his freedom to zhongli to save mondstadt and the aftermath of that deal
The Fall of Mondstadt series by Probabri
genshin impact, kaeluc
whoops my bias is showing again bc i’m also friends with the author but this story awakened kinks in me i didn’t know i had oops
Spear Fishing by reallybadcontent
genshin impact, beidou/fem!reader
ahem. so. i’m not typically into reader pov fics but beidou is. beidou. and i’m a weak lesbian. and ngl i also imagined my oc instead. so. next fic
Dream A Little Dream of Me by BadBadz
black butler, sebaciel
ok i’m being biased again, since this was based off of a tumblr post i made, but i was so happy it inspired someone and it turned out great. of course my fav sebaciel fics have angst in them…it’s like i like hurting myself…
pls lmk if y’all have ever read any of these fics/ur thoughts! i’m sure u all noticed a trend lol
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New fic up on Ap3!! The sebaciel incest you’ve been (maybe) craving!
Sebastian adored Ciel the second he laid eyes on him. He was such a small little boy, pink-faced with tiny hands and big blue eyes. He could barely walk when he became his own, and he was Sebastian’s whole world. Everything he did, he did for Ciel. He protected and cared for him with everything he had.
Read here if you dare!
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Ciel - art by me
#black butler#black butler fandom#black butler fanart#black butler fanfiction#kuroshitsuji ciel#kuroshitsuji fandom#kuroshitsuji#kuroshitsuji fanart#ciel phantomhive#sebastian michaelis#sebaciel#sebashie#our ciel#real ciel phantomhive
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just need to make some final edits but here’s a few snippets for the second chapter of my brighton fake marriage au ♡
#sebaciel#sebaciel fanfiction#black butler#black butler fanfiction#sebastian michaelis#ciel phantomhive#kuroshitsuji#kuroshitsuji fanfiction#first chapter is from ciel’s POV#also its a crossdressing au
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—it’s just being alone with you
Summary:
Ciel and Sebastian have a quiet routine. Ciel does his work in peaceful silence and Sebastian tidies up his study.
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Once again Ciel was hard at work. It was only menial work—it was stuff Ciel had done a thousand times before—thankfully because of that it did not require every second of his attention. He’d never admit that of course, would not want his servants—or fiancé—to get the idea it was okay to bother him.
He enjoyed the silence that draped over his study like the eye of a storm; calm now but you know what lays ahead so you relish the calm moments preparing for the worst.
The only noises were the occasional crackling of the twigs from the lit hearth, the pen on paper, and his demon tidying up his study.
Somehow they always seemed to cross paths during these few and far between moments that even though ephemeral they seemed to stretch on for days. If he could he would bottle these moments for when he needed them.
Perhaps it was the feeling of leisure, or maybe even comfortability between them and of it all that made him want to savor these peaceful times and keep them for himself. These days they were too fleeting for his liking which made the want to bottle them strengthen.
He hadn’t realized his hand had stalled. Not only that but his gaze had lifted from his work to his demon who was dusting one of his many oak wood bookshelves. The one in particular he was cleaning was to his left and closest bookshelf to him.
He watched him dust with languid—yet precise—strokes effectively clearing the dust that had accumulated on the shelves. With a flick his wrist the dust was gone. He marveled at that. Ciel had never been an adept cleaner.
His demon seemed to be focused on what he was doing, his crimson eyes slightly glowing and his brows furrowed in concentration. Somehow every strand of his hair stayed perfectly in place. His raven hair tinged with a firelight glow.
It was a comfortable and rare silence between the two. No need for words to fill the gap between them; only tranquil silence.
Without sparing Ciel a look, Sebastian spoke, “is there something you require, young master? You have been staring at me for quite some time now.” The pen fell from his loose grip and he blinked a few times. This was not the first time this had happened during one of their stolen moments. Why would he acknowledge it now?
Ciel cleared his throat and struggled to find a response. Although caught off guard he still felt in a trance. The eye had not left yet.
He rubbed the bridge of his nose, let out a fake annoyed sigh, then glanced with faux irritation at his cup of Earl gray. “I was hoping you would catch the hint but that seems to be another thing your kind is not skilled at.”
Sebastian turned to him in a swift motion and bowed. “I apologize, young master, for overlooking your cue. It seems I am still learning the non verbal language your kind prefers over words.” Although hidden from his toppling hair Ciel could barely make out the smile playing on Sebastian’s lips. “What ever may I do for you?” He rose back to his full height, the smile gone from his face making Ciel wonder if he had made it up entirely.
Scoffing, Ciel nodded towards his teacup. “A nice steaming cup of Earl gray.” Sebastian nodded, then he collected Ciel’s teacup.
He watched the demon turn to leave his tailcoat swishing behind him. A weird feeling unfurled in his stomach as Sebastian neared the door. He feared that once his demon retrieved the tea he would not come back and the calm of the eye would pass and life would resume. Ciel was not ready for this moment to end. Not yet at least. “Then you may come back and continue cleaning.” He said but his voice was quiet and not even he could hide the emotion lying within his words.
His demon whirled around to face him, his face flawless and unreadable as usual. Although his head was tilted ever so slightly and his eyes narrowed almost imperceptible to the untrained eye. His hands
were in front of him, his palms facing the ceiling with the teacup sitting on his palms. The image of perfection.
Ciel felt bare in front of his unrelenting gaze, as if his demon could see every thought that swirled in his brain. He straightened at that and shuffled the papers in front of him.
The demon quirked a brow, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Is that what you truly want, young master?” Sebastian took a step closer, his eyes aglow now and his pupils thinned to crescent moons. Ciel swallowed thickly.
There were many things Ciel wanted but none he could voice. Especially the one that sat at the forefront of his mind. Instead he decided on saying, “I wish to stay in the eye a little bit longer. I am not yet ready to face the storm that awaits me.” Understanding skittered across Sebastian’s face as a gentle smile found his lips and he dipped his head.
“Yes, my lord.” He paused, a light sparkling in his crimson eyes. “I will remain here until the eye passes us by and when it does we may weather the storm. Together.” He sat down the teacup beside Ciel’s desk and then added, “your teacup was nearly full.”
“It did not taste up to my standards.” His demon chuckled. “Well I hope it’ll do then. But I will do better next time.”
Ciel rolled his eyes and said, “you better.”
After that they resumed their routine of working together in silence.
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THE RAVEN AND THE PHOENIX
#im actually so happy w how this turned out lol#sebaciel#kuroshitsuji#black butler#ttnbd#fanart#tteoe series#my art#fanfiction#ciel phatomhive#sebastian michaelis
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A Study in Black
(A small drabble piece I wrote for @demonicspiracle and also as a little exercise writing in first person pov.)
It was time for elevenses when the knock came, punctual down to second. I wouldn’t expect anything less, although Sebastian would occasionally withhold my tea by several minutes when he felt it was necessary to dawdle for the sake of curbing my appetite. Of course, it did little but infuriate me.
“Come in.”
“Your tea, sir.”
The French double-doors behind me swung open, and the foliage seemed to bend a bit at the encroaching entity. Sebastian rounded the terrace dinette, serving cart in tow – it was the week-end, and I opted not to venture into the city, as the Spring season had brought about a rain that would surely swamp the streets, and spent the afternoon reading an array of Dr. Conan-Doyle’s latest novellas. I much prefer the rain from behind shelter, and the glass walls of the terrace provided ample view of the storm without getting one’s shoes wet.
“I have prepared a Second Flush Darjeeling tea from the Jungpana Estate procured in this week’s hamper from Fortnum and Mason. For your elevenses, a cold fowl salad, peach compote, ginger shortbread biscuits, and cucumber sandwiches.”
“Was it not I who suggested he cease this drivel with historical novels?” I scoffed, ignoring Sebastian’s presentation, tossing the magazine to the side of my chair where it collided with a growing pile of others. “I shan’t attempt to understand the queer complexities of a creative’s mind. They lack all sense of logic at times.”
“It seems our dear professor does not share your affinity for games, my Lord,” Sebastian gave a wiry smile as he began to assemble the table.
“Or perhaps he’s playing the game of marketability. Which I can respect.”
“Murder mysteries still seem to entice audiences these days, if I may make an observation.”
“Maybe he doesn’t want to stoop to being likened to penny dreadfuls.”
“An astute observation, sir.”
My mouth began to water as Sebastian placed the three-tiered platter before me. The food seemed to glimmer, even under the overcast grey of the rainclouds. I turned my attention to the quiet trickle of tea being poured into its respective cup. Although my butler held the teapot to the height of his brow, the stream of liquid cascaded with nary a sound, save the gentle, satisfying bubbling into the pool of amber below. Anyone would be impressed, but it was as common an occurrence as being dressed.
It wasn’t his skills of servitude that caught my eye. Rather, the way his visage seemed starkly pale against the semidarkness of the sky; unmarred, contoured in mauve depressions around his eyes and cheekbones. The curve of his nose, impeccably crafted and resembling his true nature (the damned crow) catching what little light peeked through the rain and emphasized his vulpine handsomeness.
“Is there something on my face?” Sebastian quirked a quizzical brow at my staring. I averted my gaze back to the table. Focused on the sandwiches and plucked one from the display.
“Just your face,” I retorted, chewing on a single slice of cucumber extracted from the edge of the crust.
Sebastian leaned forward, placing the cup and saucer before me. Infuriatingly, he caught my gaze again, this time far too close and level. The demon’s umber eyes were intense, mildly perturbed yet curious, his lips–his lips–pursed into a small frown. “Has my face grown unsatisfactory to you, young master?”
“No,” I challenged, maintaining eye-contact and frowning back. The devil’s eyes narrowed, damn him. He hadn’t moved his hand either, arm still extended towards the table as if he had pinned me where I sat. I shifted, crossing my legs and straightening my shoulders. “Merely studying you.”
“‘Studying’ me? That does not sound like you at all. Were you not just criticizing illogical creative endeavours, my Lord?”
“It’s perfectly logical, I’ll have you know. I have to anticipate your antics. Your change in emotion. It’s all very minute and subtle. It’s much like chess. Anticipating your opponent’s next move.”
“I am flattered that my Lord considers me a worthy opponent,” Sebastian scoffed. He began to straighten, not before I caught his tie and pulled him back down.
“I’m not finished studying.”
“Your tea will grow cold.” A flash of fangs appeared behind my contractor’s lips. “Surely in all the years I have served you, you have been able to anticipate my nature.”
“I won’t be long, stay there where I can see you properly.” I released his tie and moved my hand to the wispy ends of his fringe, which dangled past his chin like tendrils. The tresses tickled my knuckles, so feathery thin that I could scarcely feel them on my skin until I touched his hair in earnest. Impossibly soft. So very contrary to the sharpness of his features. So very like a raven.
Sebastian made an imperceptible face, calculating my intentions with some difficulty. He, too, was analysing his opponent’s strategy.
My fingers raked upward into his scalp, nails trailing along his faux skin and relishing in the way each follicle caught and fell unkempt at my will. I hummed in satisfaction, giving the demon’s hair something akin to a ruffle, flicking it so that it fell in wayward wisps across Sebastian’s eyes.
“All finished.” I averted my attention to my tea, adding a lump of sugar and a splash of milk, watching as the liquor was polluted by a curling cloud of white.
“Were your intentions merely to irritate me?”
“Are you irritated?” I grinned behind the porcelain rim of my tea cup.
“Only if that was my master’s intention,” the demon said, a hair of annoyance on the edge of his timber. Sebastian stood at full height and pushed back his hair as it fell instinctually back to its pristine placement.
“Perhaps a bit.”
“Then, I am a bit irritated.”
#black butler#kuroshitsuji#black butler fanfiction#sebaciel#but only a little#Ciel has a hair fixation#but many other fixations as well#stay tuned for more#I usually don't write in first person but I was inspired to try
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“I want to see the outside,” he said softly. Sebastian picked him up so he could look out the big window that was over the head of his bed. Leaning against his android, he let his gaze wander over the beautiful rose garden he couldn’t enter.
I drew this a few months ago as an illustration for my fic “A sterile white room” that’s now up on ao3!
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Ascend and try again
2.8k, G, Sebastian/Ciel
After the photograph scheme fails, Ciel obtains a truth serum to figure out how Sebastian feels about him.
Things don't go quite to plan.
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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?”
#NOT sebaciel#ciel just has an unrequited crush in the fic but theyre like barely friends lmao#cielois#black butler#kuroshitsuji#ciel phantomhive#alois trancy#black butler ii#scene!alois#hipster/emo!ciel#they just try to hook each other up with their upperclassmen and fail hard#starts off comedic but then gets kind of heartfelt?#cielois fanfiction
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