🌟THE STARS ARE MADE FOR FALLING🌟

lets observe little brother in his sleep

“I do not require your love,” the demon told him, “Only your soul.”

“But you are greedy.” He argued. “You don’t only take things you require.”

He took Ciel’s hand in his.

“My, my,” Undertaker crooned. “How affectionate.”

“We are twins,” he replied smoothly.

“As you insist. Shall I continue wearing your brother while we proceed, or would that be too inconvenient for your sentimentality?”

“I am yours, brother of mine,” the beast whispered, “Not a mirror but a second you; you have made me from your rib, your devilry. You have bitten the apple. I but comply with my master’s wishes.”

illustration for this fic by @transsexualgriffith . thank you once again for writing this gem

so cute... little brother wife....

thank you!! enjoy some soft kisses :3

not really sebaciel not really cielcest but a secret third thing

- sebastian literally spawned his physical form using rciel's blood

- AND took his soul. "bbut he just ate it" YOU FOOL it dissolved inside him and became a part of his personality

- sebastian was SO ready for ociel's wish to bring his brother back. to take the form of said brother and play pretend forever of course. because sebastian loves playing so much! who cares if his role is a butler or a brother or something else

- they are both abit obsessed with ociel

- the way rciel was the most important person in ociel's life, was his comfort and security and everything else. well guess WHO took this place after rciel's death, WHO became ociel's protector and lover and the only person he can trust