Ciel and Grell: Kuroshitsuji Goes To ALA
Kuroshitsuji: Black Butler
Ciel & Grell: Kuroshitsuji Goes To ALA (Anime Los Angeles)
Cast of Characters:
Ciel Phantomhive: Katelynn (katie1890)
Grell Sutcliff: Lauri Ailane (DareDreemer)
Narrator: Lauri Ailane (DareDreemer)
Ciel Phantomhive is a 13 year old boy from London, England. He is the Earl Phantomhive and the head of the Phantomhive Estate. He has decided to attend a convention known as ALA (Anime Los Angeles), but regretfully his bodyguard and butler, Sebastian Michaelis, has been called away on business. In his absence a grim reaper, known as Grell
FrAmE of MiNd "I found this picture, with note, on my desk. I thought you would want to be notified."FrAmE of MiNd2 years ago in Scraps More Like This
-William T. Spears
Grell read the note he discovered lying atop his desk. Looking down Grell spotted the picture. It was of Ciel Phantomhive, drawn wearing next to nothing in a provocative pose, with glowing red eyes. With the message, "Miss Sutcliff I know you dreamed of him last night," scribbled across the bottom. He was far from amused by this ghastly joke. Grell had just returned to his office, from an exhausting assignment. He was tired, hungry and in no mood for silly games. He snatched up William's note, the picture and stormed out of his office heading straight to William's. Without knocking, he barged into the office, slamming the door behind him. "What the hell is this all about?" He demanded.
William looked up from his stack of paper work, the redhead stood tapping his foot in front of his desk. "I see you got my note! You were still
Mine (Grelliam) William gasped at his pounding headache, slamming his forehead down on the desk in an impulsive act to stop it.Mine (Grelliam)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
As his head hit the table, many flashes of things moved before his eyes, almost like a cinematic-record.
The things seemed to be false memories. Or things he just didn't remember. Maybe a mixture of both.
They flashed before him in tints of red, yellow, and green, showing him glimpses of things he both hated and loved.
His body twitched, as if it wouldn't be able to stand the images much longer.
But they kept on coming.
A scene where he hits Ronald out of a tree. Where he hugged Ronald. Probable and impossible!
A scene where he killed himself. A scene where he blushed. Unlikely and out-of-character!
A scene where he got raped by Sebastian Michaelis. A scene where he felt the silky, somewhat comforting touch of Grell's fingers on his chest. Disgusting and enticing!
A scene where Grell and-
He couldn't take it. What were these things
Black Butler: A Second Encounter Part 1 I often cross paths with Grim Reapers during my travels, and for the majority of those interactions, I manage to avoid being attacked. They are neutral creatures, after all, and are on a tight schedule, so although I am a demon, the usual response to my presence is merely a glare; perhaps they sense that I will not trouble them… or perhaps they are afraid to enter combat with one of my kind when it can be avoided. (It’s hard to tell if you’re challenging the strongest among us or the weakest because our appearances rarely give anything away.)Black Butler: A Second Encounter Part 11 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Because of the careful nature of the Grim Reaper, it is rare that one intercepts the same individual more than once. Grell Sutcliff, of course, is an exception to this concept because he appears to seek out danger like it is a necessity to his survival. With the loud, red creature, I had truly hoped that I would never see him again after the case of Jack the Ripper, but I kne
Before the Last Petal FallsBefore the Last Petal Falls6 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Summary: With Ronald's encouragement; Grell tries something new at catching the Phantomhive's butler's eye by crashing a party Ciel and Elizabeth are hosting.
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji//Black Butler
Inspired by: Before the Last Petal Falls (Fanart by jopyon)
This was such a stupid idea. Grell lightly bit his lip, though he had modified his teeth to be duller pearly whites in the usual shape for humans. It was part of his disguise. Wasn’t truly his best disguise as he had kept his long flowing hair as red as a sailor’s delight evening sky.
Why, oh why had he let his young junior talk him into this? But Ronald had been so convincing.
Butterflies fluttered in his stomach without rest, making him almost want to punch himself to snap out of it. This wasn’t like his usual dropping in on the unsuspecting devil in butler’s clothing. He’d never showed his gen
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“It is the best if you leave the city for a while. It’s the best for your safety, my dear,” her mother’s words echoed through her mind as Annie leaned her forehead against the glass and sighed heavily. She had no idea in what kind of problems her family was involved in, but it must be a matter of delicacy and maybe even dangerous if they send their only daughter out of the city and onto a stranger’s mansion somewhere in the outskirts of London. She just turned eighteen not that long ago and already missed her friends back in their little townhouse. They were part of the middle-class, not rich, not poor. Her father invested into the upcoming expansion of the rail network and made some little money with it.
Annie had lear
Black Butler: A Second Encounter Part 4 The early morning air is surprisingly warm; it rushes inland, carrying the scent of salt water and fishery. The soft breaths of wind wrap around my form as I gaze out at the waters, which reflect in fragments the fiery sunrise – hues of red, yellow, and orange.Black Butler: A Second Encounter Part 41 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Several minutes ago, my thoughts had taken hold of me, prompted by the unique and auspicious occurrence I currently reside in: it is the first time that William Spears and I have come together intentionally with a mutual goal in mind.
The more recent subject that I inspect from so many different angles within my thoughts is William’s change of heart. He had accepted my entreaty for an alliance, and now that we are a team, I wonder just why he had chosen this…
Considering his rational nature, I hypothesize that this is strategic in some manner. Because I am now bound to assist him during his collections (a
Blood Stained Chapter 1Blood Stained Chapter 11 year ago in Horror More Like This
Sebastian walked through the sunlit halls of the Phantomhive Manor heading to wake his Master. He pushed a sparkling silver cart that had delicious items placed on it, along with a letter from the queen. While he walked, he examined the envelope. It looked like any other one the queen had sent. Snow white with a thick red stamp pushed on the middle to seal what's inside. Except, there was a small, crimson dot in the corner of the envelope. Sebastian's steps got slower and he stopped.
He stared at the tiny speck of red and pulled out a handkerchief from his front pocket. He dabbed the small speck and placed the handkerchief back in his pocket. But it was still there. "Oh well," He sighed. Then he kept walking.
Sebastian twisted the shimmering golden doorknob to Ciel's bedroom and entered. He stepped towards the dark blue patterned curtains and pulled them back
William's ConfessionA pariah of the saddest sea of love.William's Confession3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your face smiles with an ethereal glow.
But only I know
Maybe if I weren't so industrious,
I could clarify what I meant
When I said I hated you.
How can you leave it at that?
Don't you know,
It isn't true?
I'm trying to be laconic,
But in the end your terse love
Is so symphonic
My introspective mind doesn't know what to do.
I wish someone would exonerate me from this feeling,
Everything that has to do with you
Sends me reeling
Your ideas are so inane,
Yet you drive me insane
With every word
As your phosphorescent eyes gaze into me.
What do they see?
Because right now I'm acting like who I should be
Who I don't want to be.
This is all so abstruse
My soul is overly recluse.
But here you are,
Everything that shouldn't be,
You have to win
And so do I
So that makes it a truce
And a lie.
This is all so confusing,
Our love is paradoxical,
~These Haunting Thoughts~ Alois Trancy~These Haunting Thoughts~ Alois Trancy2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
So very dark....
Even now, it seems like darkness will forever consume my very being.
It encompasses me, delicately wrapping its' cold, invisible fingers around me. Around my heart.
"Dinner is prepared, Master."
It is amusing how a simple flick of my wrist sends them scattering away like helpless cockroaches.
No... it's disgusting. Absolutely pitiful.
"Would you care for anything else, Master?"
"No. Leave. Now."
"Yes, Your Highness."
Yes, Your Highness... Yes, Your Highness.... if only you knew how badly those three simple words pain me.
But you do know... Don't you, Claude?
Yes, of course you do.
It's obvious. Why else would you repeat that phrase over and over again?
To torment me. To drive me insane.
To inflict psychological wounds far worse than you could ever hope to understand.
They have the gall to wonder why I lash out at them.
It's because deep down....
Everyone seems to fawn over that Phantomhive brat. Even Claude.
Sebastian x Reader part 1(f/d)= favourite dessert!~Sebastian x Reader part 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
You walked in the freezing cold sleet. You stared down at the ground to try to block the frigid rain from hitting my face although there was really no point anymore considering you were already soaked to the bone. Your tattered black dress dripped. You continued to walk, your legs threatening to give out on you. You hadn't eaten for days and you had grown very weak. You looked up to see a mansion in the distance. You broke out into a run but it didn't last long.
You slipped in the brown mud. Your (h/l) (h/c) hair now muddy. You got up slowly covered head to toe in brown sludge. You continued to the gates of the mansion. You felt yourself getting dizzy. You suddenly fell to the ground in exhaustion. Allowing yourself to fade into darkness.
~~In the Mansion~~
"Sebastian! Sebastian!" Called a maid and a blonde boy running down the hall towards a butler dressed in all black.
The butler turned his attention to the two and sighed
The Prick of a ThornFandom: Kuroshitsuji//Black ButlerThe Prick of a Thorn1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Summary: Alan Humphries didn't know what to expect when he was assigned his mentor when he entered Dispatch--but Eric Slingby wasn't even close to what he imagined...
Pairings: EricxAlan (Slingphries)
The Prick of a Thorn.
Alan sighed, cradling his chin in the palm of his hand, his elbow resting on the untidy oak desk in front of him.
He had been so excited about passing his final exam and earning the right to officially work at the London Dispatch as a junior officer… and his assigned mentor was late. Senior member and dispatch officer Eric Slingby had been scheduled to meet with his new charge that morning, and granted, Alan had arrived a good ten minuets early. But the brunet had been waiting for an hour.
At first he had waited in the hall outside the man's office, but the Dispatch supervisor, William Spears, had walked by and suggested he wait inside where he would be more
Death Becomes Them|1| Grell x reader x SebastianDeath Becomes Them|1| Grell x reader x Sebastian2 years ago in Drama More Like This
to keep things much less boring, my lengthy little A/N is posted in the description.
The Looming Command
Things were definitely…strange. One could even dare to say it was eerie, more so than usual, within the walls of the Phantomhive Manor.
There was no crashing, no banging, and no smell of smoke wafting through the narrow hallways, and no signs of the, usually by now, irate butler. Everything was quiet, save for the soft click of your booted steps as you walked from your little room in the back hall, squinting against the dim lights whilst tying the ribbon of your maid dress around your waist snugly. Reaching the entrance to the kitchen, you froze in surprise at the scene before your eyes. Since the usual havoc of the morning was absent, a sinking fear had overcome you that something had happened to the rest of your teammates for some odd reason, but there before you was Bard, scurrying around in an eccentric manner, yet somehow managing to not make a sou
Father's DaySummary: Eric's feeling a little down and ignored by his lover Alan...But there is a reason for the distance between them each day.Father's Day2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji//Black Butler
Notes: No warnings
A gentle breeze drifted in through the open window of Eric's office, shifting the blond hair bathed in sunlight. It was a beautiful June day, and the Scottish reaper couldn't help but grumble.
Not because of the weather or the heavy workload he had come into work to find on his desk, but because of problems at home.
The brunet was perfect. He was kind, gentle, beautiful, yet a fiery little thing when you got on his bad side. He kept Eric in line; following the rules, keeping on top of his work…He was his light. His heart.
But things had been strange at home, lately. Days before, Alan had left their shared apartment early before work, going to speak to his doctor. It wasn't out of the ordinary. Alan had an illness that had
Disguised Emotions Chapter OneRonald sat at his desk staring at the papers in front of him irritably. It was just like Grell to dump a load of work on his desk and then swan off to stalk Sebastian! Sure, he had agreed to help Grell with his paperwork, but he had meant he would help him, seeing as he was so behind, not do it all for him! How was he meant to write a report from scratch on work he hadn't even done? He sighed and pushed the mountain of paperwork away, rubbing his eyes as he wearily got up from his desk. The office was deserted apart from him, and William was talking to the new Shinigami, Charles, in his office.Disguised Emotions Chapter One3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Well, to be exact, Charles wasn't exactly new; actually he was quite a famous Shinigami, but he had been recently transferred to William's department. No-one knew the exact reason for why he was moved, but it had become apparent over the last few weeks that Charles was actually a slacker, and he couldn't be bothered to use his skills that had made him so famous in the past.
He picked up the pape
Kuro1SHOTsuji AlanEricThe Thorns of DeathKuro1SHOTsuji AlanEric4 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Alan was laying in the Guest Bedroom of the Phantomhive mansion, staring up at the ceiling. Eric sat beside the bed, reading a book, their Death Scythes propped against the wall. It could have lasted like that forever, but Alan's mind was bursting. Eric knew now. The one thing that he had tried to keep hidden from his former Mentor, his Best Friend, and what he hoped one day to be his Future lover. Except for there was not Future for Alan. "Thorns of Death." he said, rolling over to get in a better position to get up.
"You're awake." Eric said, looking up from his book. Alan gave a brief affirmation. "You need anything?"
"No. I'm fine." Alan told him, a slight bit terse as he began to sit up.
"Water? Brandy? Just say the word, Alan." Eric told him.
"I said I'm fine!" Alan snapped, immediately regretting the harsh tone in his voice. Eric seemed unaffected by it, though, throwing his hands up in defeat and beginning to go back to his
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
Hourglass"Are you all right, Eric?"Hourglass3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"...yeah. I'm heading back to Alan. See you tomorrow."
Eric had long since grown used to the pitying looks and ignored them all. The fight wasn't worth it any more. Not when his world was slipping away like sand sinking grain by grain by grain... There was no hope, no cure, no mention even in folklore. He still pretended to stay positive though, for Alan's sake. They had sorrows enough.
Tutting, Eric rolled his shirt sleeve back down, numb and unsurprised to find he had made the walk from his office to the new living quarters on auto-pilot again. He rarely remembered taking his blazer off either but Eric could never get used to the daily injections no matter how out of it he was. Still, at least the evening jab served as a reminder to put on a smile before Alan saw him.
Alan's health was so fragile that nowadays they lived under controlled conditions. Both of them. That fight had been worth it. It had taken Eric dropping his usual laid b
De Morte Ad Vitam - Ch. 8Undertaker hopped down from the driver’s seat and pulled the tarp up. Vincent appeared to be sleeping peacefully, curled up in the blankets with his cheek pillowed on his hands. For a moment, the reaper just watched him with a nostalgic, aching little smile. It amazed him as much now as it did before, seeing a grown man look so blasted innocent. He was loathe to wake him, but the rumble of thunder was picking up again, along with the wind. They’d passed through a brief shower during the trip, but by the looks of it they were in for a lot worse, very soon.De Morte Ad Vitam - Ch. 81 year ago in Drama More Like This
"Vincent," called the mortician, hopping lightly into the back of the wagon. He squatted down to gently shake his shoulder to wake him. Out of sheer precaution, he also placed two fingers against his neck to be sure he still had a pulse. He breathed a sigh of relief when he felt it, steady and strong. "Wake up, love. We’ve arrived. Sorry to say it’s not much to look at, but it’s sturdy enough and I recent
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Ciel had scarcely made it past the edge of the cliff before Sebastian lunged after him, his long arms outstretched in a futile attempt to catch the boy before he could tumble out of reach. When his hands closed around empty air, Sebastian's eyes widened, his sharp teeth bared in a snarl of frustration, and he leaped off of the edge himself. He could see the former earl's body tumbling limply down into the chasm, narrowly avoiding bashing against the rocks that jutted out from the cliff-side as he flew past them. The mark of the contract on Sebastian's hand began to burn, although he did not need its help to know his master needed him.
The demon butler pursued the boy down into the seemingly endle
WillxGrellGrell walked angrily along the corridor of the reaper dispatch division towards William T. Spears's office. That damn reaper! He had been given overtime yet again! Well he wasn't going to get away with it this time, even if he lost his job by complaining.WillxGrell3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He banged on the door.
"William! Get out here RIGHT NOW!"
He waited a few seconds.
"WILLIAM! I'm not joking!"
Impatience got the better of him and he forced the door open. The room was empty. The curtains blew wildly as the wind rushed through the open window.
"Coward" muttered Grell in annoyance, and he followed William out of the window, lightly dropping to the ground and sprinting across the garden.
William was sitting on a bench at the end of the garden, partially obscured by some rose bushes. A fountain was tinkling somewhere nearby.
He just couldn't take it any longer. He couldn't take this immense pain. His head fell into his hands in despair.
"WILLIAM!" The angry shout was nearby and he could hear the footfalls of Grell's