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
Fan Fiction Basics: Easy OutliningFan Fiction Basics: Easy Outlining5 months ago in Writing More Like This
When it comes to planning a story, you need to have goals in mind. That's true regardless of whether you're working on fan fiction or your first novel. These goals are usually pretty basic - you know what your characters are trying to achieve. You might have a few basic ideas for scenes you want to include. You know some of the situations that might arise from various other things that are happening. And, to get started, that’s all you need to know.
Stories, and therefore outlines, should progress logically from one point to the next. For my example, we’re going to use a character (let’s call him Bob) that is going to go grocery shopping and fix dinner. I know that's a pretty simple concept, but the method I use here works just the same whether you're writing a drabble or an epic chapter story.
So, let's get started with our story planning. Our
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
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.
How to Write Fan Fiction - P1How to Write Fan Fiction - P14 years ago in Writing More Like This
How to Write (Great) Fan Fiction - Part One: Before You Write
Anyone can write fan fiction. That is easy. Even I can write fan fiction and that's saying something! Writing excellent fan fiction, though? That is an art. It takes time, practice and a little bit of knowhow to get it right.
I am Zoni. I am a writer and a fan author. I decided to create this tutorial series to help budding fan authors (and maybe even some of you seasoned pros) improve your skills, learn a better way to write and get more out of your fan fiction.
In these tutorials, I will show you how to write a complete piece of fan fiction, from beginning to end. I will show you my method for taking an ordinary story and raising it to above-average standards. I have a very set routine for how I write, and it lets me get more done in less time without sacrificing quality. So, I will be showing you my personal method and how you can make it work for you. Wh
Problematic: Chapter FourteenHe was running, fleeing desperately through underground corridors to attempt to find a way out. Auburn hair had been dyed blood red, the blood of those who had captured him. He was giggling manically, raw fear embedding itself inside him as he remembered strewing them all across the rooms of the deepest parts of the tunnels. He'd done it so viciously that he'd not been able to tell which limb belonged to which torso by the end of it. His fear was showing through his giggles much more evidently; he was scared not of what he'd done, but of how he'd not been fazed at all by it.Problematic: Chapter Fourteen4 years ago in Horror More Like This
He stopped his running when the lanterns in the tunnels all blew out, and a terrible sound escaped Grell's throat. A horrible, mangled cry of despair echoed through the tunnels as he realised that the candles had blown out because the door at the very end had closed. He was trapped, coming up short at the closed stone door that couldn't be opened from the inside. He'd killed everyone who'd known about the door;
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 5Chapter 5 ConfrontationA Touch of Red Chapter 54 years ago in Drama More Like This
White walls skidded past as he made his way down the corridors. Heart fluttering in anticipation. Eyes sparkling with joy, body almost not able to contain its energy. He must have opened it by now, he must have seen, he must have understood. A smile crept onto his face, widening as he drew closer. And he would finally be able to touch him, kiss him, love him, live with him, have his children, grow old with him. A small pink hue colored his cheeks.
As always he opened the door without permission. As always his eyes went straight to the collected cold man behind the desk. As always he felt his heart soar.
"Good morning Will~", said with a huge smile, with adoration. No time wasted until he stood in front of the desk, shifting his body just so, hand on hip, a loving look through thick lashes.
"Good morning Sutcliff, can I help you?", asked as a matter of fact, eyes never leaving the papers.
Smile still held in place, lashes batting. "O, I missed you. And I just wan
A Touch of Red Chapter 3Chapter 3 MemoriesA Touch of Red Chapter 34 years ago in Drama More Like This
Yellow and red leaves were slowly replaced with white, pure snow. It slowly drifted down from the sky and landed softly on the ground. Hiding what was beneath. Like he did, like he always had. It would have been so simple, just say a few words and what he felt would be known. But he couldn't. A rejection to that would be too much, no better to remain silent. Eyes looked out of the window. Out on the white snow. Today was a special day, a truly special day. He had become a full-fledged shinigami all those years ago on this day. And he had been overtaken, beaten, made submissive A gloved hand brushed through the long red hair.
The focus shifted from the scenery to his desk. On it a small thin box had been placed. The content had been lovingly selected over days. With utmost care. With hope. It was covered in the most beautiful red paper, he had made it himself. Painfully colored it. The intricate ribbon had taken days to perfect. Now there it was, the result of hi
Boundaries: Chapter Six"What I can't understand is this; if you two are so into each other, why haven't you jumped into bed yet?" The question was sudden and blunt, and the brunette shinigami it was aimed at choked on his mouthful of tea, swallowing the burning liquid suddenly before coughing violently. The younger Shinigami opposite him leant over the coffee table and gently patted him on the back, laughing hard at the question as the redhead who asked it merely looked curious.Boundaries: Chapter Six4 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Do you not think that a little personal, Grell?" Alan asked, giving a nod to Ronald as his coughing ceased and the blond stopped patting him on the back. The sudden coughing had shaken him, and his chest started to ache with the pain of the Thorns clenching in protest.
"I'm simply curious." Grell's face was completely innocent, making Alan send him a suspicious stare and making Ronald snort.
"Liar." Ronald breathed out, laughing at the beetroot red colour of Alan's face as he coughed again.
"You know, Alan, if I were in your
Boundaries: Chapter Four"You're awfully quiet~" Grell's voice cut through the silence that had descended on himself and William. They were in the bathroom, Grell sitting in the cool water with his knees drawn up to his chest, and was occasionally flicking the water in boredom as William tended to his wounds. William himself was kneeling on the floor behind Grell and the bathtub, suit blazer suspended on a hook on the back of the door and his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows.Boundaries: Chapter Four4 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Indeed." It was his only reply, and Grell had to wonder why he seemed so quiet before all his thoughts halted at a searing pain through his back. His head, which was titled, caught a sight of William inwardly wincing.
"Ouch! What did you do?" Grell half-yelled, seeing white spots in his vision and starting to feel a little dizzy. He wondered if William was getting revenge for him walking into the bathroom to find Grell standing out of the tub instead of sitting in it, and completely naked. In his defence, Willia
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