His Butler, DesireHis Butler, Desire4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He's falling into darkness, into nothing without so much someone to catch him. To save him from this eternity of nothingness. He opens his mouth, knowing the words he has to shout for salvation but none come. Struggling he tries again, the dark ground approaching quickly, the fires of death growing on the horizon. Still no words, not even the slightest squeak.
As he approaches his doom he can hear the screams of his parents, his own and his aunt. One last try, that's probably all the time he's got until he dies. Just one more time to see if he can overcome this sheer fear that's engulfed him to try and push through it and save himself.
And his soul.
"SEBASTIAN!" He cries, his voice loud and powerful, ricocheting around him.
Nothing. His servant does not come, but his death does.
Sebastian may have not come in the dream but he bolted into Ciel Phantomhive's room right as he heard his master's bloodcurdling scream. Thrusting the door open he prepares to see the worst, maybe one of
RequiemRequiem4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler and sadly never will. *cries in corner*
Rating: T / PG-13
Summary: When the someone most important to you is taken before your eyes the only thing you know to do is get them back! No matter the cost and no matter the pain.
Timeline: Actual universe
Warnings: It is actual universe and it might be slightly OOC. But I can't really do much since the story is AU.
"Sebby, what do you think of this hat?" Ciel asked as he ran into the dining room with a sailor cap placed on his head. He smiled wide as he gripped the hat firmly so it wouldn't fall, "Mommy says it looks cute!" He ran up to the tall man in a dark suit and cupped his mouth, "But ..daddy says I look silly. What do you thin
His Butler, Torment Part2His Butler, Torment Part23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There are those eyes again, slender and luminous, sexy and allusive, red and amber. They beckon him from nothing as the pain and humiliation settles into his soul once more, or what's left of it. Those hands reach out of the darkness, the whispers of pretending pounding in his head. No, not again, not the pain not this again. How many times must this happen before the end? Is there even a God somewhere that hears his cries, to save him from this hell?
He screams, the pain too much, the demand for justice stronger than ever. Strong enough to summon him. The demon.
The butler's voice cries, "Young master!" His snow white hands flutter to keep his master steady as the young boy thrashes about in a nightmare.
His eyes pop open, wide with fear as his hand gropes under his pillow for his pistol. Where is it? He just had it; at least he thought he did. It was a gun he kept under his pillow, right?
The butler releases Ciel, returning to erect posture as he shoves his delicately framed rectangu
His Butler, LustfulHis Butler, Lustful4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The rightful head of the household stares distastefully at himself in the mirror as his faithful butler happily tugs folds and creases into crisp edges. The young earl's small lips turn into a frown as his single blue eye surveys the atrocity of an outfit Sebastian clothed him in-a large mass of blue and white frills and lace courtesy of his 'fiancée.' Exhaling he feels his body stiffen as Sebastian fastens a hat with equal decoration atop his master's head, a smirk tugging on his lips dying to burst into laughter.
"Sebastian " Ciel growls, meeting the butler's red eyes in the mirror, " what is this?"
"Party attire." The butler replies simply, as if his master had asked what day it is today, "Miss Elizabeth insisted you wear this to her party."
"A party I've been trying to veto for the past three days." Ciel sighs, his frown sinking, "Whatever was she thinking, holding an extravagant party in my home, a place of business not play."
"I think she just wants to spend some t
50 Things Sebastian Cannot Do1. When awakening the young master I cannot greet him by saying, "Good morning sir, I hope I wasn't too rough." He doesn't like it no matter how amusing his reaction.50 Things Sebastian Cannot Do3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
2. If the young master inquires as to whom is at the door I may not respond 'The black market.' Calming the young master from panic attacks aren't the most enjoyable of things.
3. The household help are to be treated as people, not like the incompetant morons they are.
4. Spitting in earl grey tea is bad, no matter what the young earl himself has thrown at my head that morning.
5. Cats are not permitted to be in the house.
6. Or in my room.
7. Especially not my room or the wardrobe in my room.
8. No cats anywhere except for outside (even still I must hide them!).
9. I may be a demon but that is no exucse for many reasons.
10. One of which being to scare the household help.
11. Offering contracts just to kill Finny is prohibited.
12. If Mey-Rin tries to rape me in my sleep I am permitted to hit her twice but no more.
Chocolate - Kuroshitsuji From the hallway at the top of the grand staircase, Ciel Phantomhive let out a heavy sigh. Down below him, a crowd of people was spread out across the ballroom floor. The sounds of music and conversation drifted up from the small orchestra that had been hired. There were paper hearts and sculpted cupids covering nearly every inch of his mansion. It was Valentine's Day. The bane of his existence, and yet he had been somehow suckered into hosting a ball. The 'somehow' was probably busy dancing and mingling at that very moment, undoubtedly delighted with her own success at having managed to plaster pink over a solid half of the Phantomhive manor.Chocolate - Kuroshitsuji4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A party at his mansion always drew a crowd. As was to be expected, everyone had shown up. Even Lau had come, with Ran-Mao in tow. They had been asked to leave, however. Ran-Mao had shown up wearing a set of flimsy-looking wings and something that had e
Demon's Heart Chapter IIDemon's Heart Chapter II4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji or any of the characters. Kuroshitsuji is the intellectual property of Toboso Yana
You are much mistaken if you expect to influence me by such a paltry attack as this.
"Sebastian, would you be so kind to add some more coke to the fireplace?" The woman sitting in the velvet armchair asked. The skirt of her satin gown shifted slightly as she straightened to look up at the boy sitting across her on the other side of the tea table. "After all, being the butler of the young earl, you must be aware that cold air often triggers asthma attacks." The woman said as a matter of factly, shuffling the cards in her hands. She smiled as she realized her hand looked quite promising.
The butler bowed silently and followed the instruction. What could his master be possibly thinking of now, he wondered. The way Ciel was sitting his chair with his left arm supporting his head tells Sebastian that his master was quite annoyed at their guest, and frankl
His Butler, CaughtHis Butler, Caught4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her wide eyes flicker with confusion and denial as she leans forward more, inspecting the sight before her. As Elizabeth had entered the room she had heard some odd sounds from behind Ciel's desk and a closer look revealed his butler atop her fiancé attached at the face. "What's going on?" she attempts to demand but comes out as a whisper.
Ciel moves his jaw slightly; clenching it like he usually does when he's mad as Sebastian sits upright, sliding off his master. Sebastian helps Ciel stand, keeping a gloved hand on the boy's shoulder comfortingly. He flashes the trembling girl before him a charmed smile, "Miss Elizabeth "
"Where you two kissing?" she hisses, disgust in her tone as she takes a step away from the anomaly of butler and master.
"No." Sebastian replies simply.
"But I saw you!" she shouts, tears gathering in her eyes, "I saw you kiss him, Sebastian! Is that any way to treat my fiancée? The man I'm destined to be with?!"
Ciel narrows his eye, "Who said I
My Beautiful DisasterMy Beautiful Disaster4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
STOP! Before you read this fanfiction you should listen to Kelly Clarksons song Beautiful Disaster. It will make this story SOO much better!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler and sadly never will. *cries in corner*
Title: Beautiful Disaster
Pairings: Sebastian/Ciel (yaoi)
Rating: T / Pg-13
Summary: I am a demon and my life revolves around devouring souls. However, soon I start to serve under a young boy, who not only smells like heaven and sin combined, but has the most broken soul that is the most beautiful disaster.
Timeline: Actual universe. Also known as 21st century.
Warnings: Slight yaoi. Nothing too bad. Slight OOC, too!(I tried my best for what I had to work with) and then is also slight fluff/angst. o.o Okay a lot of it. Sheesh. *walks away* Oh and one more thing. There
Hakoniwa TonchinkanHakoniwa Tonchinkan4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hakoniwa Tonchinkan (Miniature Garden Nonsense)
-a strange doll house-
When did I wake up from this long, long sleep? I'm in a mysterious world.
The day is night and the night is day. The new moon shines in the sky. The sun hides the trees and grass. The boundless earth is blocked on all sides by walls of steel, the luxuriant forest has withered and I can smell the scent of Nilgiri. I doze with my eyes open and scream without a mouth. Yes...
I've always been alone with someone else.
I ask myself:
"Where am I?"
Another me answers:
"In the mansion of a distinguished noble family."
A different me replies:
"This is a miniature garden. We are trapped inside."
I ask myself:
"How long have I been here?"
Another me answers:
For a long, long time."
A different me replies:
"There's no use wondering how long. We aren't here in the first place."
I ask myself:
"How can I leave this place?"
Another me answers:
"There's no need to. A worse hell is waiting outside."
His Butler, Torment Part 1His Butler, Torment Part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A soft glow plays off the usually dark room, the satiny blood red sheets entangling him and his sleeping master. Sebastian groans slightly as he sits upright careful not to disturb Ciel. His eyes linger on the small boy, his dark hair terribly askew across his peaceful expression. Smiling fondly Sebastian wraps an arm around Ciel, pulling him close somehow unable to wake him. Ciel mutters something in his sleep as he curls into Sebastian, his small fingers digging into his lover's exposed chest, his silky hair tickling his skin.
Smiling Sebastian relaxes back into the comfort of the pillows the support his back, keeping a hand on Ciel always glad for the comfort the small boy brings him. The door to his room slowly opens, the bright spectacles of Mey-Rin peeps in. Her eyes fall on the two, both in the same bed, both without clothes and both looking rather comfortable. She lowers her gaze from Sebastian's bare chest, hurriedly tip toeing into the room with an arm extended with a thick e
His Master, Forsaken IVHis Master, Forsaken IV3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Prolouge: Sequel series to His Butler, it's written to that the reader doesn't have to have read His Butler but, this makes it a bit more fun if you have read. This is a new and continuing series.
POV: Ciel Phantomhive
The tree branches sway in the cold wind, their soft chimes of colliding branches trickles though my ears. My blood runs cold causing me to shiver in the suddenly frigid air. A man strolls by walking his dog not even bothering to look at us, why should he? Clearly by his dress he has plenty money to sit back on, a small dog to adore and a psychopathic blonde with a demon butler not keeping him in a hotel room against his own will. Why should he glance at us? After all we just look like two young boys, one immortal one downright manipulative in the worst ways. I bet he doesn't have to worry about seeing his butler again, the same butler that's a demon and turned his master into one of his kind. I bet he doesn't have an insane craving for Alois Trancy's soul.
Severed Mind Chapter 1Severed Mind Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: Her Butler, Her Savior
It has been 4 years since Alena had been kidnapped by the man with the goatee. She was now 14 years old and she was still in the same place she was before.She hasn't even seen the outside world since she was taken away from her home. Along with her freedom, her childhood as she knew it was gone as well.
The place she was in was filled with nothing but power hungry men. As far as she knew, she was the only girl there. Because of that, she was used often as the men pleased. She never went a day without a new bruise or scar to remind her of all her pain. She could truly say she hated it there.
His Butler, ConvictedHis Butler, Convicted3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Turning his head he recognizes the figure, small and lean whose very demeanour screamed solitude. The man clutches his pen and pocketbook, his feet taking only seconds to reach the desired back of the needed words. He claps the shoulder causing him to turn around, his large blue eye casting a disturbed glare over his shoulder.
"What?" Ciel Phantomhive snaps.
"Earl Phantomhive, sir," the interviewer pants, "please, just a word, please."
Ciel exhales, secretly loving the attention or just another chance to further soil the name Michaelis, "Do make it quick. I have a trial to get to."
The interviewer nods eagerly, licking the tip of his pen ready for the earl's response, "What exactly are your true, honest thoughts on Sebastian Michaelis?"
A smirk threatens to ruin his façade as Ciel shoves it away, faking innocent, tainted boy. He casts his gaze downward illuminating the mirage of defenceless boy before flying the wall of powerful earl back into position, "Sebastian Michaelis m
His Butler, EndHis Butler, End3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Yet another outfit of his is stuffed into a suitcase, his maid lingers by his bed with her hands clasped to her chest as she stares with wide eyes. In her whole three years of services has she never seen the small, powerful figure of Ciel Phantomhive in a hurry so strong that he didn't even bother with changing to prepare to leave.
This morning had happened in such a confusion, first when she came in to awaken him Mey-Rin found the young earl in the hallways of all places dragging a suitcase into his room. He had promptly slammed it atop his bed, wrenched open his wardrobe and began a frantic stuffing of clothes.
He hadn't even bothered to change out of his nightclothes, a large white shirt that was worn by his father, Vincent Phantomhive. Somehow Mey-Rin was able to convince him to wear a pair of pants, which he tore from his closet wrenching them around his waist then continued his work.
"Young master," Mey-Rin calls as Ciel sits atop his luggage bouncing up and down a few times befo
I Love You, Dear SoldierI Love You, Dear Soldier4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The smell of wartime death, sickness, sorrow, and most importantly, demons. The creatures that everyone fears and often hates. They steal away the souls of beloved humans to keep their own sorry existences alive. But, what you don't know is that not all demons cause chaos...
Day eleven. Sebastian won yet another battle this morning in only a couple of hours; it's a new record for him and the fifth win in a row. It makes me depressed to know that I can't watch him in action. Sometimes, early in the morning, he'll go off before everyone awakens and practices with his musket; sometimes I hide and watch. Everything about him is charming and perfect. That determined, focused look in his red eyes; the way his muscles move effortlessly and fluidly to cock the gun and aim; his spotless blue uniform; his silky black hair lightly covered with drops from the morning dew... I think I'm in love. William T. Spears
His Butler, AlwaysHis Butler, Always4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A soft light filters through the curtains, casting a milky glow about the room making the usually dreary mansion look less. He stretches his arms out with a slight yawn; it's been so long since he's actually slept well. Not that he slept much at all last night, being on his toes watching for enemies to take his love away.
His eyes drift to the small body beside him, his sides rising and falling at a steady rhythm. Smiling fondly to himself Sebastian brushes back some of Ciel's hair from his face, the boy's expression completely peaceful. He makes a face in his sleep, his ski slope nose wrinkling slightly as he murmurs something, rolling on his side facing Sebastian. Exhaling Sebastian sits upright raking his hands through his hair staring at his clothes on the ground. Silently he dresses, fixing any imperfections in the mirror before wrenching open the curtains allowing more sunlight to blare into the room.
Ciel's eyebrows crease as he plunges under the covers emitting a slight moan. "
Breathe AgainGrell grimaced as he swallowed two pills along with a gulp of water. You'd think he would be used to taking these pills by now. After all he had been taking two every twelve hours for the past four years. But each time he downed those things, shivers never ceased from crawling up and down his back. Grell's chronic asthma hadn't been an issue since recently. As long as he took his medication, he was fine. But lately he had been experiencing many more symptoms. He couldn't wear his favorite perfume because it sent him into a fit of coughs and he could only run extremely short distances before he would feel a horrible and painful tightness in his chest.Breathe Again5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
His condition was making his job as a shinigami harder and harder. It took him twice sometimes three times as long to get to a dying human than it did for other reapers. Of course, he didn't tell anyone. It hadn't been a big deal. And now that it's becoming this bad, his superintendents would most likely make him retire.
ErrorAlois was completely devastated. He'd lost Ciel, he'd lost his chance to even be his friend, and he'd lost Claude as well. Not that the stiff, imposing butler had left physically, but he no longer wanted Alois. Not after he'd tasted Ciel's blood. The blonde child in the bed felt himself shaking, but he didn't know if it was from the blood loss or from emotion. At least Claude had kept him alive instead of just letting him die, but Alois almost wished that he'd left this world already. His servants were not really his, they followed Claude, and he was no longer listening to him. The wound on his side ached, but he didn't move to try and ease the pain. He deserved this. What had he thought would happen when Ciel invited him to duel? Tears leaked out the corners of his ice blue eyes, and he quickly closed them. He had nothing left again, just like that night after well, just like then. Except now there was no one to blame but himself. He'd ordered Claude to bring Ciel here. He'd trieError4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Naughty PrologueNaughty Prologue3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Ceil was trying to sleep.
Trying and failing that is.
The curtains had been opened near five minutes before hand, and the light was shining right into his good eye, despite the amount of pillows he threw towards the window.
Cursing didn't seem to be helping much either, each time he cursed Sebastian would click his tongue in that annoying manner he did and scold him, half heartedly, but still.
Finally lifting himself from his stomach and onto his knees, Ceil snatched his eye patch from the bedside table, quickly fastening it up around his head, glad that the light wasn't hurting his bad eye as much now.
A small victorious smirk twisted its way onto the demon's lips, ruby eyes narrowing in glee as his master picked himself up.
He had decided this approach to waking the boy up in the morning, and it seemed after a while, it worked as the pre-teen surrendered to the sun's demanding rays.
"Good morning, young lord," he greeted, the smirk never leaving his pale and sharp features as
His Butler, ExposedHis Butler, Exposed3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Finally, after week and weeks of waiting and months of recovering the Phantomhive household seemed to be back to normal. Well, as normal as normal could be. The maid scurried about knocking over dishes and cleaning up her mess, the cook was busy perfecting his flam thrower techniques, the gardener contently snipping away at the trees and the butler by his master's side as he should be.
Ciel scribbles his name on yet another black line, completing the latest transaction with a supplier in Asia. He plucks his pen down, enjoying the sound as it hits the desk signifying a day of work finished. The young earl reclines back into his chair shutting his eyes for a brief moment of rest, glad to have earned it. How hectic his life has become in the few months he's encountered the Queen's Spider, Alois Trancy and his double crossing butler, Claude Fastus-a fellow demon like his own butler, Sebastian Michaelis.
Lately everything seemed like it was crumbling beneath his feet, the chessboard that ha
SweetsSebastian had just left him to perform the long, tedious, and meaningless list of tasks that Ciel had assigned him. The young earl smiled once the door had shut and he heard his butler's footsteps fading into the distance. Ever since the incident of the "Wild Chocolate Earl" he'd been on a strict *no snacks* diet and he hated it. He murmured to himself as he went out of his office and went down the hallway, "I am 12 years old, for goodness sakes. He is not my guardian, he does not have the authority to tell me when I can and cannot eat." Entering the kitchen and finding the cook gone, not as though he actually did any work anyway, he raided the supplies and found several desserts chilling in the freezer. Not really caring whether they were completely ready or not, he stole into the recesses of the manor to rarely used guest room's walk in closet with his prizes. He relished these small acts of rebellion against Sebastian's wishes. He took every opportunity to vex his butler, but it wasSweets5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kuroshitsuji- Shall We Dance? Ciel sat behind his desk, nonchalontly reading through piles of papers. He looked up to a knock at the door.Kuroshitsuji- Shall We Dance?5 years ago in General More Like This
"Come in" he mumbled.
A tall, elegant butler came through the door.
"What is it?"
"Just wanted to remind you that Mr.Johnson is having his charity ball tonight. Are you ready to dance?"
Ciel growled slightly and looked away.
"I'll take that as a no Bocchan?"
"I don't need to dance." Ciel murmered.
"You'll never make a good impression if you don't."
Ciel rested his cheek on his hand and looked up at the demon impatiently.
"Who's going to teach me?"
Sebastian put his hand over his heart and and tilted his head slightly. "I do know how to dance."
"You?" Ciel sneered. "You
My True Love Gave To MeSomething was here. He could feel it. In the few seconds that he had stepped out of his office, something happened. The faint smell of a floral perfume, papers moved exactly 2.4 centimeters over from their original positions, and indents in the carpet that could only be made by a pair of high heels. Yes, he was here.My True Love Gave To Me5 years ago in General More Like This
William T Spears swiftly made his way back to his desk, making sure to take as few unnecessary steps as possible. Whenever that man was in his office, he always left something unpleasant behind. Always. And it never failed to make William feel a tad bit frightened. Of course he was probably over reacting, but any extra precautions were necessary. And since that one time (the last time which including having the embarrassing experience of lingerie being hung all around his office) he always was careful.
William looked under his desk and to their sides, looked over his chair, and as he was looking over his desk, his eyes fell on something that wasn't there