His Master, ForsakenHis Master, Forsaken3 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
That's what he said, that last word whispered to my mouth before I felt my entire being leave me. It was as if the air from my lungs was being sucked from me, but instead of that feeling being in my chest it was throughout my whole body. As if somehow that air burned hotter than any fire and more painful than any wound. I was lost in that pain, without a body without a sole mind, without myself.
But somehow I found it, that tiny life line, that little thread just barely there and hardly recognizable. How I did it I'm not so sure, all I am aware of is that I'm alive. That's what I wanted wasn't it? Life? To keep my soul?
No. that's not what I wanted and it's not what I want now.
I need my butler, Sebastian Michaelis.
For the Love of Stella - Ch. 1The sun had set beneath the horizon. Eerie, nightly sounds were rising in volume to taunt the minds of any passerby who dared to walk the seedy streets in London. A soft, hasty "scratch scratch scratch, scratch, scratch!" echoed from the rooftops. A rat's nest perhaps, vermin ready to brave the streets in search of food that two-legged residents had dropped in their travels.For the Love of Stella - Ch. 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
But the daring adventurers among us would be quite disappointed to discover the real source. In truth, it was an emery board shaping a well-manicured nail, belonging to one Grell Sutcliff of the Grim Reaper Dispatch Association, London division. There was about seven minutes until his next assignment, according to the paperwork. But he didn't dare let his massive case of ennui result in sleep. The last time he did that, he had woken up in a coffin. Really, he mused, you'd think a legend such as the U
Dysfunctional FamilyWilliam sat at his office desk across from Alan and let out a frustrated sigh. It seemed the young reaper was the only member of his staff who he could have an intelligent conversation with. A few days earlier, William had made the mistake of having a business lunch with some young entrepreneurs who had put some bizarre thoughts into Grell's head, much to William's dismay.Dysfunctional Family3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Oh my god, ever since that damned Suoh boy visited, Grell will not stop thinking we have a child. I don't know what is wrong with Suoh and Ootori, but it's completely strange that they call that girl their daughter, don't you think, Alan?"
"Yes, sir," Alan said, carefully agreeing with his boss.
Grell then burst into the room uninvited, complaining that Ronald had destroyed his death scythe by crashing it into a brick wall on a mission.
"HE WAS DRUNK AND DESTROYED HIS SCYTHE! AND HE GETS ANOTHER ONE?!" Grell screeched.
The news the Ronald had destroyed his scythe was not pleasant, but William he did trust
Mission Impossible Ch8Mission Impossible Ch83 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Rebekka and Grell sat on the curb of the street, watching the carriages go past them. The day was slow and there was no wind. Grell was perfectly content with whatever he was thinking about but Rebekka was brooding next to him. How am I going to get Grell If I was Jaynne I would capture him easily But I'm not. So then how, Rebekka pondered and felt Grell sigh as he put his head on her shoulder. She hoped he wasn't thinking about Sebastian but gave a small smile knowing Grell was with her.
"Rebekka, do you think Sebastian will ever like me back?" Grell questioned with uncertainty, "Because I'm not so sure, anymore. I think it might be time to give up on all this." He held his hand out in front of his face and examined his nails. "What do you think?" He looked at her and Rebekka realized their faces were very close. Rebekka blushed and stared at Grell, who looked like he was faintly blushing back. Maybe he did actually like her. It was possible for Grell to h
Broken PiecesBroken Pieces3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's been over three months, and it's clear that the time is drawing closer to a possible death. He's broken his limit over and over, time and time again now nothing more than a shell of what he could be in this new life. A reformed demon, refined and transformed by a sheer moment of stupidity and lust of Sebastian Michaels. Ciel Phantomhive, once a powerful earl beyond his years and human age lies barely conscious in the floor. His small frame has sunk into itself proudly displaying his skeletal frame. Those lovely eyes that Sebastian has come to love more deeply have remained shut for days now, sometimes Sebastian almost wishes Ciel would just die and fade into nothing as he should've on the island years ago.
"Young master," Sebastian whispers, in the young demon's ear, gently sweeping back some of his dark grey hair, "Please, do not make me ask again."
Ciel shakes his head, turning his head into the floor shielding his face from the disappointed one of his loyal servant, "No...I do
Things Ronald Knox Cannot Do1)I am not longer allowed to take my lawnmower out for joy ridesThings Ronald Knox Cannot Do3 years ago in Humor More Like This
2)Even if Grell senpai dares me to
3)I cannot mow the carpet in my office or anywhere in the building
4)No matter how bored I am
5)I cannot put my paperwork into my lawnmower or William senpai will give me more
6)If I even have my lawnmower on during office hours, William senpai has every right to kill me
7)The same right goes to Eric senpai
8)Having no fuel for my death scythe is not a good enough exuse to get out of reaping souls
9)Stamping my work as complete before reaping the soul does not mean I can get my work done faster
10)I can no longer date mortal girls because I end up telling them when they're going to die and William senpai will get mad at me (again)
11)Throwing a party in my office is not acceptable
12)Throwing a sex party in my office is highly unacceptable
13)If I invite Alan senpai to another sex party, Eric senpai will cut off my butt and hang it on his wall
14)If I invite William senpai to any type of
Things Grell Sutcliff can't doThings Grell Sutcliff Can No Longer DoThings Grell Sutcliff can't do3 years ago in Humor More Like This
1. No longer allowed to flirt with any of my colleagues.
2. It doesn't matter if they set off my 'hunk radar'.
3. Not allowed to drape myself over desks.
4. No, not even my own desk.
5. And especially not William's desk.
6. William's lap is not a chair.
7. Neither is Eric's lap.
8. Alan has full permission to reap me if I so much as look at Eric without good reason.
9. 'But he's so manly' is not good reason, no matter how much I argue.
10. Not allowed to spike anyone's tea or coffee.
11. Not allowed to ask Ronald to do it for me.
12. No longer allowed to get drunk.
13. Not allowed to get anyone else drunk.
14. Especially not William.
15. Not allowed to paint everyone's death scythes red.
16. It doesn't matter if it makes them look beautiful.
17. My paperwork is not optional.
18. Neither is it to be used as airplanes, boats, hats, etc.
19. It doesn't matter if Eric and Ronald were doing it too.
20. Not allowed to switch my uniform for a dres
Flightless RobinFlightless Robin3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"This way, Little Robin," he coaxes softly, his voice smooth like honey yet unattainable in its true meaning like smoke. Those sleepy light azure eyes blink at me in attempted seduction as his black gloved hand gestures to the room that he holds open for us to enter.
Gritting my teeth I look past the door to see an empty bedroom, so my aunt Angelina was right, he does like girls of all ages. Men like him are disgusting, showing interest of girls of no more than thirteen such as myself although I am no girl. I am the queen's guard dog, Ciel Phantomhive last of the Phantomhives, and due to the most recent case I am to be undercover as my opposing sex.
His smile wavers as he purses his lips slightly, "My dear Robin, is something the matter? I thought this is what you wanted?"
Forcing a smile of a stupid young girl I nod, stepping closer to him and placing a hand on his upper arm, "Yes, it is what I wish it's just I didn't think you would comply."
He takes my chin under his thumb and
A Promise Chapter 1 - The New MaidA Promise Chapter 1 - The New Maid3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Just to let you know I will add some notes to the story if I need to at the end or the beginning of each chapter. This is completely fan based on the anime/manga Black Butler. This story will not be part of the same storyline as the anime or manga but it will have the same characters and feel to it as the original (hopefully). The character I added to the story is my own and the new storyline is mine as well. Also letting you know now, there is no YAOI in it!!! Thank you for your time.
P.S. I love feedback. If I have any mistakes in the spelling, please NOTE me.
Name: Ramona Branswell
Age: In early twenties
Eye Color: Red and sometimes Blue
Hair Color: Black and Silver/White
The clouds were gray, the night was eerie. The wind blew hard making the rain blast against the windows of the Phantomhive residence. Lightning lighting up the clouds; you could see the shadows of the trees and bu
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
Broken PiecesPassionBroken Pieces4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Those adjectives and many more are what described that night. Fingers that once thirsted for the other's touch were now quenched. Lips that once hungered for the other's taste were now satisfied. The delicious agony they caused each other spouted screams like music to the other's ears. The moans of two lovers indulging in what they both wanted.
Angelina awoke the next morning to bright sunlight streaming through her open bedroom windows. A slow smile crept across her face as she remembered last night. She hadn't felt this happy since her nephew returned. And her current happiness was all thanks to him.
Grell She thought giddily, his name rolling on her tongue like the richest chocolate and like the most exquisite wine. Only one other man had brought such joy when she thought of his name and that was so long ago The cheerful attitude that used to be so rare now came every time she was w
His Butler, DesireHis Butler, Desire3 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
Grellism1. Red must be worn in some fashion at least five times a weekGrellism3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
2. Accept, even if not support, all Grell pairings.
3. Glasses are optional, though preferred
4. Respect the chainsaw.
5. At least know some of William Shakespeare's work, even if it's only a couple lines
6. Alliance with "Yaoism" is a must
7. Practice your "Cheshire Cat" smile
8. Don't forget to add "DEATH~" at the end of your sentences randomly
9. When referring to Grell: male is acceptable, female is preferable, and "it" or "that" is insulting. Adding "-sama" earns you death-points*
10. Whether it's Grell Sutcliff, Grelle Sutcliffe, or Gureru Satokurifu, it's always a BUTLER FOR DEATH~
*When enough "death-points" are earned, you may level up in your ranking. Grellism has a few levels, 1 being the lowest, 5 being highest:
1- Clumsy Butler: 0-25 points
2- Red Actress: 26-50 points
3- Jack the Ripper: 51-75 points
4- Bloody Reaper: 76-100 points
5- True Diva-Devotion: 100+ points
What earns "death-points":
RequiemRequiem3 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, CaughtHis Butler, Caught3 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
UnexpectedThe weather this time of year was always wretched, and Grell wasn't particularly fond of reaping in the dead of night-- not during the winter season, anyhow.Unexpected2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I'm damn near shivering my bloody knickers off," he mumbled, wrapping his arms around himself and hunching his shoulders up so as to bury his chin deeper into his scarf. "Must they go dying at the coldest moment of the night?"
Will didn't answer, though he did lean forward over the bridge's railing, looking down at the boat of revelers passing beneath them on the Thames.
"Such a silly holiday," Grell scoffed. "So sentimental and rife with clichéd idolatry."
Will kept his eyes on the boat, not looking at Grell as he spoke, his tone flat. "You enjoy receiving gifts, though, do you not?"
Grell started. "Well of course I do. But I deserve to receive them every day!" he sidled closer to Will so that their arms touched, and he paused for a fraction of a second, taken aback by ho
Better Than Laughter. Chapter 6Better Than Laughter. Chapter 62 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Better Than Laughter.
William T. Spears had finally fallen asleep when an annoying tapping pulled him from the depths of his slumber. He tried to ignore it, but it persisted. With an irritated groan, he sat up, shoved on his glasses and groggily searched for the source of the sound. His eyes finally fell upon his window where a pigeon pecked at the glass insistently. It wasn't just any bird, though...
"Clancy?" William said aloud. This was his favorite amongst the carrier pigeons he used, the one he had personally trained, and he'd been missing for days. "I had thought you were dead, you lazy bird. But it is a relief that I will not have to train another in your stead."
William opened the window and allowed the bird to hop onto his arm and immediately noted the scroll about his leg. He took the parchment, set the pigeon back on the window sill and read the message.
This night I am returning Snake to you in good health as requested. It seems he had a bit of a p
Guilty - Part OneGuilty - Part One3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Night was a demon's domain.
Sebastian Michaelis could not forget this simple obvious fact even after all these years under his human master, Ciel Phantomhive's, employ. He still craved to feel that freedom and dominate the shadows and the night as he used to. However, he realized this would clearly have to wait until he was free of this contract that bounded him to that human boy, which would hopefully not be much longer.
With a soft labored sigh, Sebastian peeled his attention off of the window he had been staring out and tried to focus on something indoors. The Phantomhive Butler's duties were never done, but considering it was nighttime, the duties were significantly less in number and less urgent.
Ciel and the rest of the human servants were asleep currently considering it was in the middle of the night; this made the large manor was as quiet as a grave. Eventually the silence was interrupted by a soft sigh then the soft footsteps caused by the butler as he began to walk to the kit
His Master, Forsaken IIIHis Master, Forsaken III3 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 wind snaps through me, chilling my insides to the core as my arms instinctively reach to shield myself from the cold. That is until I feel him, his touch, and his arms around me. His scent enters my nose as I inhale it, savoring its spicy sweet never wanting to forget. Raven black hair trickles into my peripheral vision as I feel his lips peck the start of my jaw line. I cannot help but smile as I lean into him, missing his touch greatly to the point that my entire being longs for it once again.
"Sebastian " I murmur, "I missed you "
He chuckles under his breath, "I know, my Ciel. I missed you too."
"Then why did you leave?" I ask quietly, never wanting him to leave me, or at least never let go, "Why would you "
A long sigh escapes h
Trampoline"Hey, William." Blow. "What do you think." File. "It feels like." Ooh, that'll need a recoat. "To be in love?" There, done.Trampoline3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Grell held his right hand up, marvelling at his handiwork. The red glinted in the light, and every nail was exactly the same shape and varied in size to suit each digit.
"Hmm? What was that, Sutcliff? You'll be leaving now to go and finish your paperwork?"
"Wi~ll," Grell pouted, splaying his fingers on the oak desk in front of him and leaning back in his chair. "I'm serious. Have you ever been in love?"
The stoic reaper sighed. Obviously, he was going to get less paperwork than normal done. "Of course I have. Or at least, felt someting akin to the emotion. I wholly doubt that there is a being in this universe that has not experienced it. Why, of all people, do you ask?" He cast Grell a sideways glance. He was pouting, eyebrows furrowing a little as his fingers traced a pattern on the back of his hand. He seemed to ignore William's question, and asked another of hi
50 Things Ciel Cannot Do1. I am no longer allowed to wear my eyepatch to the left side so I can scare Finny. The hospital bills and emotional scarring are not as funny as the look on his face.50 Things Ciel Cannot Do3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
2. I can not do the same as stated above to the dorky Indians when they won't leave my hosue.
3. Nor can I do it to Lizzie, no matter how many times her hugs threaten to collapse my ribcage.
4. It is not proper for young earls to crossdress as girls when it is not for an assignment.
5. Sebastian doesn't care if it's a great way to get back at Druit. (seduce and kill!)
6. Even though Sebastian himself seems to get off on it...
7. If I even so much as think about allowing Pluto into the house the contract is over.
8. Or Sebastian gets my soul without me getting revenge.
9. No matter how badly I want to I cannot hire Grelle to kill Lizzie.
10. Nor may I use my butler's body as payment to said shinigami.
11. Stealing is wrong, especailly when it's opium.
12. Yes, it's techinically mine so it's not really stealing but appare
Fickle DeathAlan-centric fiction: Includes spoilers for the ending of the second Kuroshitsuji musical (The Most Beautiful DEATH in the World)Fickle Death3 years ago in Drama More Like This
No one knew exactly how they were going to die. It was one of the many things in life that best remained secret.
No one knew. No one except for Alan.
He knew exactly how he was going to die. He may not have known exactly when, but he knew it was soon; very soon. The pain of the attacks was getting greater by the day, and they were getting shockingly more frequent.
He knew exactly what would happen.
It would start off as a normal attack; his heart give one loud thump in warning, and he would double over, clutching at his chest as if that would make it any better. He would begin to gasp, cough and splutter in pain, then try and bear it until it passed.
But it would not pass.
And all of his senses would be thrashed in the onslaught.
He would hear his own wretched screaming and coughing, piercing his otherwise numb ears. He wouldn't hear the foot
Black Butler Valentine's Day SpecialBlack Butler Valentine's Day Special2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I know it's a little late but this is just a short story for Valentine's Day. As the title says, it's based on the anime/manga Kuroshitsuji. It will be a surprise who my OC will end up with.
The night air was cold and frosty. The stars in the sky twinkled like little golden sparkles falling down ones hand. The moon was a large orb that brought light to the streets of London. Usually all of these things would have captured Prince Soma's eye but not tonight. What captured his attention was a beautiful voice that was faint but rang out onto the streets. Hearing those notes being played out he followed it, not caring if Agni was following or not. Twisting and turning around corners he came across a small café that smelled of coffee and chocolate. A small breeze blew by ruffling his hair. From not far away on the stage stood a young fair woman with c
Kuroshitsuji Grim ReapersKuroshitsuji Grim Reapers3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I decided to put up basic info on the Reapers from Kuroshitsuji. I thought some fans might be confused about them so this is what I came up with. I hope you like it! ^^
Grim Reapers are neutral, supernatural beings who review lists of individuals about to die. They decide who should continue to live or not based on their history.
Grim Reapers review souls based on lists given to them by other departments. It is understood that these lists are given out well before the intended individuals actually die, hinting at some ability to foresee the future. It is their duty to review areas where people are dying and review their lives, which they have a variety of information on, including the person's name, cause of death, and any further notes. Reapers seem to be allocated to various locations based on an unseen, but frequently referenced, Person