Mission Impossible Ch8Mission Impossible Ch84 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
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. 14 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
His Master, ForsakenHis Master, Forsaken4 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.
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 Family4 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
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
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
Devil in a TailcoatWritten by: Shinigami-no-MikoDevil in a Tailcoat3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
September 14, 2012
Devil in a Tailcoat
"Yes my Lord," the words roll off my tongue with ease.
In anyone's eyes I am a humble servant wanting to please.
Together we've created an impenetrable shell,
No one would believe when this ends I'll drag you to hell.
Enduring any and all humiliation,
I follow your commands with out protestation.
Together we're rising to the task,
Come now Lord, let's put on our masks.
I'll groom you, I'll guide you, I'll guard you,
But nothing is honorable in what I do.
Yours is the pure soul which must remain,
Something everyone seems too eager to obtain.
Time continues to ebb and flow
Not soon before long my efforts will show.
Watching from the shadows with arrogance and greed,
Not soon before long you'll fill my sinister need.
Things Ronald Knox Cannot Do1)I am not longer allowed to take my lawnmower out for joy ridesThings Ronald Knox Cannot Do4 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
Kuroshitsuji Grim ReapersKuroshitsuji Grim Reapers4 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
Things Grell Sutcliff can't doThings Grell Sutcliff Can No Longer DoThings Grell Sutcliff can't do4 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
Broken PiecesPassionBroken Pieces5 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
Imposition: Chapter OneGrell had disappeared.Imposition: Chapter One4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Completely and utterly disappeared.
William wondered if he should start attaching large wooden signs to his employees; ones that couldn't be removed with anything less than the saw that Eric used as his scythe. It wasn't as if they didn't know exactly where the man was, per se. There'd been around ten of them at one point in a single district of London searching for him, but with so many other Shinigami present it was hard to pinpoint an exact location, and no one could actually see the redhead in the sea of blondes, brunettes and less-than-glaring redheads.
Yes, wooden signs with their names on seemed to be the solution; you couldn't hide in a crowd with one of those on. He frowned; they'd probably need something different for Alan, since he probably wasn't strong enough to actually have one stuck to his back all day. Maybe a piece of parchment sewn onto the back of his suit jacket?
Either way, it was more than disconcerting to realise that
Fickle DeathAlan-centric fiction: Includes spoilers for the ending of the second Kuroshitsuji musical (The Most Beautiful DEATH in the World)Fickle Death4 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 Special3 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
Grell/Reader - I'm Obsessed with You!Grell/Reader - I'm Obsessed with You!4 months ago in Romance More Like This
Grell/Reader One Shot - I'm Obsessed with You!
(Y/n) = Your Name
(L/n) = Last name
(F/n) = Full name
(N/n) = Nick-name
(H/l) & (H/c) = Hair length; Hair color
(E/c) = Eye color
I've got your picture on my wall.
I dream about you when I sleep.
I go out of my way, everyday, just hoping that
I'll catch you walking down your street.
I know just where you went to school.
I know the names of all your friends.
Oh God I've got it bad again,
I know your middle name.
I've got a lock of your hair.
I'm just a little bit insane,
Cause I think I see you everywhere.
My friends, they just don't understand.
Trampoline"Hey, William." Blow. "What do you think." File. "It feels like." Ooh, that'll need a recoat. "To be in love?" There, done.Trampoline4 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
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, 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
Grellism1. Red must be worn in some fashion at least five times a weekGrellism4 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":
Red MoonRed Moon3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Three Part One Shot
Screams ring throughout the air, piercing it like a million little needles each sharper than any knife, any sword that could be crafted by man. It surrounds me, not like a blanket or a warm embrace but how my own blood may. Everywhere. No matter how hard I try, how badly I pray, no matter how loud my voice rises into the abyss it does not go away. It worsens.
"Stop!" I shriek, my hands gripping for something, anything that may ease this pain, or at least brace me, "Stop this now!"
I feel his soft breath at my ear as a hand tucks some of my hair behind my ear, "Please, just bear with it a little longer "
"I can't!" I cry, agony dripping from every word as my nails dig into his back, "Sebastian! Please! Stop this!"
A stifled sob is swallowed into his throat as his arms tighten their embrace, "A little longer, my lord."
The moon hovers high above
Dance With The DevilDance With The Devil4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The music floats through the air, happily and lazily without a second thought. Every note wafts into the listener's ears as the hourglass figures of elegant women pressed to dashing men flit around. Women's skirt fabric shifts in my ears as does the shuffling of the men's feet. Everything seems like it's out of a fairy tale, like the kind mother would read to me if I behaved that day. All the girls perfect, the opposite sex their mirror image but in what they desire, everything seems so perfect.
As it should, after all this is a Phantomhive ball held at the newly restored Phantomhive manor. Why shouldn't they all glide around the floor like the meaningless pawns they are, mere decoration in my vile name. Let them dance, let their ignorance scar me further for tonight is a night of 'celebration' as my Aunt Red calls it. To be honest I have no idea what could possibly be 'celebrated' in the return of my person. She calls it a blessing I call it another adjective. Either way one slices it
His Butler, Torment Part2His Butler, Torment Part24 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, 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