Obsession-SebastianxCiel ObsessionObsession-SebastianxCiel5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It's an obsession not being able to let you go
It's an obsession to watch you walk aimlessly, in order to keep you by my side
It's an obsession to keep everyone, even close ones, from touching you so, It'll be my touch the only one you you'll crave for
It's an obsession to thread anyone who so much tries to look at you, in my presence without you notice, and make sure that it won't happen again
It's an obsession to feel the thrill in my veins when I hear the shar
Life in DeathA Kuroshitsuji Fanfic.Life in Death4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ciel groaned as he slowly opened his eyes. Why didn't Sebastian wake me up? We're going to be behind schedule. Then he dismissed the thought as he sat up. He growled to himself. Sleep wasn't something a demon needed, it was just nice every once and awhile. Ciel was once human, so he sleeping every night was more habitual than anything. Nevertheless, he had gotten the number of times he slept a week down to three over the last few years.
"You'd think after three years, I wouldn't wake up and think I'm back ho- at the mansion." He corrected himself. This was his home now. His stagnate, dull, still, boring home. "Sebastian!"
"Yes, young master?" Ciel's butler suddenly appeared before him. He didn't have to hide his speed now that they were in the demons' world.
Ciel got out of bed and raised his arms. Sebastian knew what to do without Ciel having to say anything. (He had worked with him for six years.) Sebastian changed him into new clothes for the day, then left.
15 Writing Prompts15 Writing Prompts15 Writing Prompts6 years ago in Writing More Like This
1. The sky was darkening when two young girls started to dance. Peoples jointed then and others started to sing. He then started to sing along.
2. I couldnt believe I was finally there; that all this time spent traveling to that city had come to and end. Of course I was happy, but it was Not what I excepted. Slowly, I realized that I was disappointed.
3. Death is a weird thing, life is even weirder. They both inspire a question who is simple and complex at the same time: Why?
4. I want to save you but I dont think I can, so Ill try until the last hope has faded away.
5. Kat started to unpack her things as I was studying her. She didnt look like the girl that I remembered. In my memories, she had blond hair but hers was brown. Kat had changed, but I was happy to see her again anyway.
6. The fire alarm was screaming, men were running but the two teens couldnt stop themselves from staring at each other. The girl took a deep bre
A Touch of Red Chapter 1Chapter 1 AppearancesA Touch of Red Chapter 14 years ago in Drama More Like This
Green eyes blinked in the light spilling from the window. They shut immediately, as if denying the fact that morning had arrived once again. As the light persisted to irritate the closed eyelids the owners hands went up to gently brush his hair out of his face. The fingers were careful so that no strands where broken as they caught in a tangle. One eye squinted open to take in the rich red color. Sighing, the body was shifted to lay on the stomach, away from the offending light.
Oh this would not do, he would be late for work. Again. A scolding was fun once a while but not every day. With a dejected posture the body was force to comply and rise from the warm sheets. Long crimson hair fell around him as he took a few wary steps. Slowly the lithely figure stretched and yawned loudly.
Bathroom, yes, he needed to make himself beautiful for the long day ahead. No one was allowed to lay their eyes on his disheveled appearance as it was now. Light steps passe
A Touch of Red Chapter 2Chapter 2 LongingA Touch of Red Chapter 24 years ago in Drama More Like This
Red hair flowed free as he sauntered through the office space. He had a destination in mind as he had every day. Deep down he was sure it was appreciated. That it was a moment eagerly awaited upon. That it held a special meaning for the one he chose to see every day without fail. Every day. For months, years, centuries. Of course he would never show it. But there was always the glimmer of hope that one day, hopefully soon, he would. Admit that a touch of red, that emotions, that he was longed for.
He smiled to himself, today would surely be a perfect day. If not yesterday or the day before, surely today. It had to. A glimpse of the one he adored met his eyes, a tall man, clad in a flawless black suit, as always. Glasses in front of cold green eyes, eyes that could see into his soul. Gloved hands, always gloved, holding papers, lots of papers, flipping through them with a sense of deep concentration. O how he longed to know how those hand felt. But no he could not get
A Touch of Red Chapter 17Chapter 17 HopeA Touch of Red Chapter 174 years ago in Drama More Like This
A touch of red beside a pair of gloves. Glasses adjusted and black jacket hurriedly put on. Hands wrapped in gloves and picking up the item laying next to it. A door opening, closing again, leading out to gentle snow falling down outside. The mirror forgotten, the hair out of place. Not noticed, not important. Red.
Decision made on the way, made years ago, without realizing. Realizing what the feeling he felt was when he saw the redhead was. Never uttered, could not be uttered, he could not. But felt, always felt, always would be felt. Even if he could not say it. Red.
A touch of red adoring a resting head on a lap. Arms wrapped around legs to keep warm. Wanting something never to be gained. Wanting someone always to have, always. Never to be left, abandoned. Wanting love. Heart still hopeful, always. Red.
A knock on his door, red head lifting, wondering. Blanket removed, the shiver from the cold ignored. Feet trailing carefully over a lush carpet, up to his front entra
A Touch of Red Chapter 8Chapter 8 AngerA Touch of Red Chapter 84 years ago in Drama More Like This
Blood red drops on his desk. Small drops, that had spilled from his finger, a small delicious sensation of pain. The giggle had faded and was replaced by silence. A silence filled with yearning, a yearning for more. Blood was whipped away with a soft paper, hands once again hidden beneath black gloves. Boredom turning to irritation. He knew why the irritation was there, it was born out of frustration. Frustration for everything he could not have, could not be, for the person he could not have.
Teeth gritted in his mouth. Without distractions his mind once again, as always, went to...he probably hadn't even noticed he hadn't visited him today. That his work had been done perfectly. That he had not been bestowed with his voice. Bastard. Brows furrowed, irritation turned to anger. He never cared for anything more than his damn work, never for him, never. Anger.
He must stop this, he needed to be rid of him, needed to concentrate. Why won't he look at me? Why won't he remem
A Touch of Red Chapter 7Chapter 7 DistractionsA Touch of Red Chapter 74 years ago in Drama More Like This
Purple and golden chain was placed at the hip. The round balls of glass had been taken cared of for centuries. High heeled shoes, laced with black, colored in red, worn until they were part of the wearer's feet. Without them it would not have been the same. As the glasses they had been part of his uniform since his first day as a shinigami.
Long lashes, no longer accompanied by eye shadow, but still long black lashes framed green eyes. Eyes filled with irritation. As he walked through the offices to his own he shot glares at all those daring to look at him with a sense that anything was out of the ordinary. Short hair now, short red hair. He was still beautiful, more beautiful than any of them.
The black of the suit highlighted the color of his hair amazingly well. Why he worn it he didn't know. No, not true, he didn't want to think about it. Since he needed to let go. Needed a new beginning. Needed to be what he had been. And yet, yet he wore the uniform he had
A Touch of Red Chapter 6Chapter 6 ChangesA Touch of Red Chapter 64 years ago in Drama More Like This
Blue clear water filled the bathtub. Water slowly ripping against the sides of it. Fingers breaking the surface, savoring the feel of the damp coldness. Would it not be a marvelous end to drown? O how romantic it would be, surly worthy of Shakespeare. A drowned maiden caused by love, like dear Ophelia. Fingers trailed the water, hair spilling over his should to land in the clear liquid. It floated on top of it, beautiful and soft, until it was made heavy by the water and sank. It was not beautiful anymore. He stood up and examined the wet strings of hair. Not beautiful at all. Now it just hung limp and cold, not free and vibrant. With a dismissive flick of his wrist it was placed over the shoulder once more.
This was insane; a small giggle left his mouth, insane. His body would not be submitted to anything that would not make it beautiful. He had no wish to die, not deep down, deep down he wanted to live, to feel, to breathe.
His hand went to his heart instead. Was it
A Touch of Red Chapter 4Chapter 4 WishesA Touch of Red Chapter 44 years ago in Drama More Like This
Black streaks adore his cheeks; the tears had long since stopped, still, they marked his face. He stared at the offending contrast against his pale, white skin. A slightly trembling hand holding a cloth angrily whipped the face. It needed to be clean, needed to be white, needed to be perfect. Always perfect.
He was beautiful, why could his beloved not see that? Smooth skin, red hair, long lashes, a smile to die for. Truly beautiful. The cloth was thrown against the wall, forgotten. Long fingers ran over a flat chest, narrow hips. Was that the reason? Did he prefer her over him because of this? Surely curves did not matter that much. They could not. No of course they didn't. Hands pressed against his waist, forcing it to be thinner. Fingers trailed lower, brushing his crotch. Of course it could always be because, despite curves, she did have something he didn't. Trailing higher now, against the flat stomach, something he could never have. He would have killed to have th
Problematic: Chapter 6William slowly folded his hands in front of his face, elbows resting on the arms of his chair as he rested his forehead on the thumbs of his folded hands. Vaguely, he attempted to remember just how he'd ended up where he did.Problematic: Chapter 64 years ago in Drama More Like This
After Grell had collapsed, he'd pulled the tie off quickly to help him breathe, only to feel something wet on his hand that had been holding the redhead up by the waist. It had turned out that, during the quicker movements of the fight, Grell had received several wounds from the demons nails and had also accidentally cut himself with the scythe he was using. The rush of adrenaline that the redhead had experienced had numbed him to most of the wounds until directly after the fight, where he had lost too much blood to keep thinking coherently. His black suit jacket had hidden the blood, and what the redhead had thought was a ridiculous amount of sweat was in fact his own blood.
William could only scoff at that; oh how that redhead was an idiot.
Problematic: Chapter FifteenWhen Grell awoke, it was quickly and suddenly, and from a dreamless sleep. He immediately felt surrounded by the calming scent of parchment and wooden furniture, and it took him a moment to realise that it was because he'd fallen asleep wearing William's suit jacket. Somehow, during the night, the jacket had moved from around his shoulders and up near his head, effectively covering his pillow. Grell had buried his head in the fabric, and once he'd awoken he'd decided to quickly remove it from his head on the chance that William was watching him and disapproving.Problematic: Chapter Fifteen4 years ago in Romance More Like This
When he sat up properly in the bed, however, his gaze locked on William, still sitting in the window, asleep.
Grell held back a laugh, eyes skimming over the rest of the room and looking, with surprise, on a set of clothes near the fire. He gave a frown; William had to have left at some point to go get those clothes. He hadn't slept that heavily had he? He hadn't even counted on sleeping at all, let alone sleeping so hea
A Touch of Red Chapter 12Chapter 12 PainA Touch of Red Chapter 124 years ago in Drama More Like This
Dark green leaves outside the window now, replacing those of spring. Everything replaced. Green with red. Love with pain. Black suit still adoring his frame, still highlighting his red hair. Hiding bruises, cuts and scars beneath. Hiding pain.
O how wonderful it was to be caught up in this sense of excitement. Always wondering if this moment was the last. Always wondering if he would be killed with his own death scythe. Fighting. It had been going on for months, this wonderful dance with his Romeo. And he was Juliette. Wonderful pain washing over his body as red eyes consumed him. Wonderful...but not enough.
Make-up hiding bruises and wounds on his face, a smile hiding everything. Red hair often now adored with red blood. Pale skin painted with black and red. Not enough.
Moments of leaving all other feeling but murder aside, moments of forgetting, moments of distractions, not enough. The memories always came back.. Green.
He had begun to visit his supervisor again, a fe
Problematic: EpilogueMarch 3rd 1879Problematic: Epilogue4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Grell Sutcliff was sitting alone on a beach, chewing his bottom lip in a childish sulk. Perhaps 'sulk' may have been too strong a word, as he had no recent events to really sulk about. Grieving didn't quite fit, either, as no one was dead and he hadn't been abandoned. Not completely. Despair might have worked, he thought with a dark laugh, although again, nothing really existed that he could despair on.
He paused, mid-thought, and the corner of his lips lifted up into a cruel smile.
It had been nearly a century since he had left the Academy.
Only just over a month was left before he'd celebrate his first century as a Shinigami, and yet all the thought brought him was a dull ache of disappointment and annoyance. He'd never seen or spoken to William since that day, when he had left the Academy whispering words so rare and bold that, looking back on it, he'd wondered if he'd said it too soon. Grell wondered if he should have said anything at all, or if he should have
Imposition: Chapter TwoAlan Humphries had, over the last few years, felt more than his fair share of pain. Most of it, however, had nothing against the back of Eric's serrated blade being slammed into his stomach to stop him running forward any further. The wind was knocked from him and, stumbling from the pain, Alan's footing on the roof they were running across dislodged. He fell to his knees, tearing open the trouser knee of his left leg and almost fell sideways off the side of the roof had Eric not grabbed his arm at the last possible second. His scythe clattered down the rooftop and to the floor below as Alan wheezed in pain, feeling his chest ache with the pain of laboured breaths. He cast a scowl at a guilty Eric.Imposition: Chapter Two4 years ago in Drama More Like This
"What are you doing?" Alan ground out, closing his eyes tightly in pain as Eric guided his head to his chest in an apology.
"You weren't supposed to fall. Are you okay?" Eric gripped both his shoulders, slowly dragging Alan back as he did so.
"I'm fine, but why did you do
A Touch of Red Chapter 13Chapter 13 CaringA Touch of Red Chapter 134 years ago in Drama More Like This
Auburn lashes fluttered opened and looked over at a man clad in black, a man longed for, a man with worry in his eyes. Worry. He lay still and watched as he came closer, as he sat down on the bed, as he touched his arm gently.
"What have you done to yourself?", fingers brushing his arm, over a red spot on his shirt. "What have you let that filthy thing do to you?", fingers brushing a bruised cheek. "You are worth more than that, you deserve more than that", fingers over a cut lip. A hint of sadness in the voice.
Hands removing his vest and shirt to see the damage, eyes narrowing at the evidence of his pain. Gentle hands examining his head and face as well. His eyes closing, a soft sigh. A shifting and the man was gone. Confused eyes opened and searched, panicking, to find him returning. Gloved hands holding a bowl, holding bandages.
A soft cloth, damp with moisture on his skin, cleaning the wounds, taking the blood and pain away. Dark hair brushed into place and glass
A Touch of Red Chapter 16Chapter 16 GiftA Touch of Red Chapter 164 years ago in Drama More Like This
Ivory snow laid on the ground, fell from the sky. Made a small wall against his window. He did not look outside, his eyes were focus on an album in his hands. Eyes reflecting the light from the fire he had lit. Consuming fire, dancing, uncontrolled. It had the same color as his hair.
A page turned carefully, eyes trailing over memories captured in time. A lopsided grin and a red coat. A blond next to him laughing. It had been a good party. A cheerful face, hands holding a camera. A dark haired butler next to him, looking away. Memories.
His face adored many pictures, always smiling, always happy. Page turned. An adoring face, a blush on cheeks. An impression less face with cold eyes, turned away. Fingers trailed the corners of the page. Look at me.
Green eyes tracing every page, every memory, remembering, never wanting to forget anything, never wanting to let go of anything that had made him who he was. Few pages left. Pictures of a young man. Short red hair. Naive. Pic