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What Flower Would You Be? [Sebastian x Reader]If life was a flower, perhaps it would be a rose. Red, fiery, passionate or white, innocent and pure.
But if you were a flower, what flower would you be?
Life, for most, is rather happy, short, unfulfilled. But in this, is a basket of memories that people will hold dear for years to come.
That, however, does not apply to you.
Like an artificial flower that refuses to wither, you are human in appearance… but you’ll never die.
Human… but not quite. A half-demon, actually.
Your life is a bit like a record on replay. The same events, over and over, through the ages.
People may dream of living for ever, but in actuality… It’s horror. Like a sad movie that never ends.
One day, a single woman offered out a hand, offering you a name, a home…
If only at that one time, you knew that that lady was the Queen of England, Queen Victoria.
And thanks to that single event, you’re here now.
“Welcome to the Phantomhive Manor, I am E
Kuroshitsuji: Seven Minutes in Heaven [Ciel]“I got…” You look at the number, wondering who you were paired with. “Who got number three?”
Ciel walks forward, looking less than pleased with the game. “It seems that I will be your partner.”
You smile, curtsying. “It would be my pleasure, Earl Ciel Phantomhive.”
Though only faint, you hear it.
“We’ll be outside, okay?” You call over to Lizzy, and she nods, waving back. “C’mon Sebastian, Bard…” You are ready to call the others but…
They’ve already gone.
“Well then, little Phantomhive, Truth or Dare?” You walk out, to be greeted by more gunshots.
The sound of metal on metal fills your ears, and you smile, turning to face Ciel. “Let’s go.” You haul him over your shoulder, jumping high enough until you see Mei Rin, smiling at the sight of her master.
“Here’s your question.” You smile, knowing that perhaps, this isn’t t
Kuroshituji: Seven Minutes in Heaven [Snake]With a hiss of a snake, you don’t even look at your number. “Snake, are we partners?” You show him the sweet, not looking at the number yourself.
“Yes, it seems we are. Says Emily.”
You smile, looking at the snakes, their eyes seemingly looking at you. “It’s been a while hasn’t it? Emily, Goethe, Oscar, Wilde, Webster, Bronte, Dan, Keats and of course, Snake. It’s a shame we haven’t spoken more sooner. Shall we?”
Though it isn’t completely obvious, you get the feeling that Snake’s quite happy that you remember his snakes’ names. “This room?”
The both of you enter, shutting the door behind you. Nothing is inside, a single window filling the room.
“You can go first.” You say. “Truth or dare?”
Snake spends a moment, listening to the varying opinions of the snakes, until he says “truth. Says Wilde.”
“Then, here’s my question: why don’t you sp
Kuroshitsuji Seven Minutes in Heaven: Undertaker Disclaimer: As per usual, I don’t own Kuroshitsuji. I know, it really is a shame.
You look at the sweet you had picked out, wondering who got the same number as you. “Ah, Undertaker, you got…”
After looking at the number, and double checking, you smile. “It seems that we’re a pair.” Though slightly perplexed, not quite sure how to act in this situation, you smile.
But of course, this game, like all others, seems rather boring to a half-demon.
Yet, the Undertaker smiles his usual smile, nibbling on a dog shaped biscuit.
“I’ve always wondered why the biscuit is shaped like that.”
The two of you walk off into the room, and the Undertaker explains the reason behind it. “It makes it taste better if it looks like this. It also stops anyone from taking them from me.”
You stop, as you arrive in the room, a single piece of furniture inside. A double sized coffin.
“Quite befitting, considering you’ll nev
Kuroshitsuji: Seven Minutes in Heaven [Sebastian] I don't own Kuroshitsuji.
“I’ve picked number 1.” You announce, looking around.
Sebastian smiles, walking up to you. “It seems that I will be your partner today, My Lady.”
You smile. “Ironic, isn’t it?” You mutter the words, but keep on smiling.
Looking to Elizabeth, you smile, calling out to her. “Lizzy, we’ll play the game in another room, if it is alright?”
With a nod, you leave, grabbing Sebastian by the arm, leading him into an unknown room.
Inside is a single chair and a little coffee table, a window being the source of light.
“Ladies first” Sebastian smiles. “Truth or dare, My Lady?” He asks you the simple question, and you think for a moment.
“Truth” is your reply.
His eyes solely on you, you smile, no showing any other emotion. “Then, My Lady, this is my question, what is it that you are most afraid of?”
You meet his gaze, for just a moment, but look away,
Kuroshitsuji Seven Minutes in Heaven [Intro] Disclaimer: I don't own Kuroshitsuji. And also, due to me writing other things, the updates may be slow.... Or I might just start writing like a maniac and update really quickly. It all depends on sugar intake...
[A/N: I will be considering writing these for other fandoms as well. So, if you want a specific character from a specific character commission me! ^_^ (Shameless self advertisement...]
All is well in the Phantomhive manor… is what I’d like to say, but with Lizzy stood proudly, giggling, you find it rather worrying. “Shall we all play a game?”
Everyone in the grand hall gives an intrigued look, and you also nod, smiling. “What is this game called?”
“True or Dare! Apparently, it is quite common, and so, let’s play!”
No one says a word. Apart from you, tearing the silence apart with a single sentence.
“How do we play this game?”
All eyes on Elizabeth, she smiles, looking you in the eyes. “You get in
Confined: Part Three [Sebastian x Reader] Disclaimer: I don’t own Kuroshitsuji… Shame, I know. I also don’t own you (in case you didn’t know that…)
Let me take you back to the rainy Tuesday, the day that we first met.
What happened on that day?
I have mentioned this once before, but let me repeat my words.
‘As the rain thuds down on all in sight, a man
with long hair and a hat comes across, hauling your limp body over his shoulder.’
“Where?” You whispered the words, looking in the room around you. “Who?”
Despite looking around the room as you said the same questions over and over again, you receive no response. But as you sat up, looking the man, right into his eyes, you asked once more.
“Who am I?”
He smiled down on you, his eyes meeting yours, as he touched your face as though you were a fragile doll that was about to break.
“You are my Daughter.” Was the reply. “You’re my hope.”
“Hope? Is that
Confined: Part Two [Sebastian x Reader][A/N Hi! A huge thanks to everyone who has favourite the story so far! I'd like to just echo the words I wrote on the Prologue. This Reader-Insert is written in the style of 'The Book Thief' which is also written from the viewpoint of death, though the plot and characters are completely different. I also highly recommend reading the Prologue (if you haven't already, since it does clear some things that could otherwise be confusing.]
Disclaimer: I don't own Kuroshitsuji... Unfortunately...
Lights flicker, as you look up at the person who summoned you. Though, they look back they look through you, seemingly well aware that I’m watching.
A little about me:
Though it may be an exciting part,
I wish to exchange a little bit of information about myself.
I am a cluster, a tornado, a natural disaster.
I am death.
My eyes, my voice, my very existence is filled with death.
Do not be wary, do not be afraid
I will come in due time.
I may leave you with more questions than y
Confined: Part One [Sebastian x Reader]Disclaimer: I don’t own Kuroshitsuji, unfortunately. I also don’t own you, in case you didn’t already know.
A rather trivial thought:
Fate is like water,
one drop of it can make its surroundings ripple.
Did you know, that out of everything the world has, and will create, I think words are the most powerful weapon?
With just some simple words, the world can stop. Carriages come to a standstill, everyone’s eyes a handful of people.
“Halt! We’ll shoot anyone who moves!”
Guns held high, each of them pointing their weapons at different people. With masks covering their faces’, despair apparent on each of them. Pure despair.
Though, I found something far more interesting than these thugs: Ciel Phantomhive and his Butler. As the sky went from the beautiful turquoise to a chartreuse colour, I sighed.
After all, someone did something that changed fate itself. Today was no longer a good day.
Hand on metal, seven gunshots went off.
How to be Populardon’t talk
go to parties
listen to friends
go with the flow
drink some more
don’t let them see the tears
as you cry yourself to sleep
for the most important thing
is to be popular
i'm not going to lie and say she was perfect.her skin was spotted with what she passed off as freckles,
but what were really scars from a thousand summer suns
as she ran about outside,
climbing trees and treading rivers,
pretending to be an american bomber
in the midst of WWII.
she kept crimson stains on pearl pink lips,
which always had the habit of getting on her teeth
because she put on make-up after dressing in her car
and ordering coffee in every way she hated it
as she drove to the record store three times a day,
ignoring her job downtown.
she owned four and a half hairbrushes exactly,
i took count on the first night i stepped into that whirl-wind room,
though her lopsided up-dos of messy blonde hair revealed just how much her fingers
never broke the dust.
she had these lovely fragile hands
that showed each and every vein and bone,
the type of hands made for tearing boys like me apart.
how could i have even expected to survive,
a paper poet
held against a reckless flame?
Panic attackIt hits me like a wave,
These thoughts of fear and regret.
They swarm all around me,
Trapping me inside my own head.
Pretty soon, I am suffocating,
Please someone save me!
My heart beat races,
As does the thoughts that pick up the pace.
Of sending me memories I've kept and buried so long inside.
They've come back to haunt me tonight.
And as soon as it came,
It was gone,
Leaving me here.
And what was left of me,
The sound of silenceThe sound of silence,
Is so deafening,
That it makes my ears ring,
With the cacophony of my own insanity.
Being afraid to speakThe unpleasantries of past events
Were driven by the voices of contempt
Leaving me breathless
To that effect, I was left senseless
And when I laid under the covers
As I tried to warm myself from the cold stares
I shiver, as my skin turned white
By the solace of silence
But, as I overcame their sadness
I learned to embrace the cold
Until I was able to give warmth to others
Ideationlocked in a room
with only one escape,
or so it seems.
your hands shake and you drop the key.
Suddenly you're unsure.
Do I want to pick it up?
Do I want to find it?
Do I want to leave?
you think to yourself
there's no other choice.
find the key or corrode, or rust
wear down the hinge
use sadness as the key.
You have the answer now.
Just open the door.
Just walk outside and don't look back.
Let yourself leave with no regrets.
And yet you can't.
You're afraid, you think,
but you are actually strong.
Don't run away.
Don't take that leap.
DNAyou are content
because every day
you have the opportunity to
hug both sets of your DNA.
however, i am not content.
half of me is missing
and the other half
is hardly ever here.
Will you still be there?When friendship fails,
and blood turns deep,
will you be there?
be there for me?
When tears fall down,
and insults are shouted,
will you be there,
be there with me?
As my friend wages war,
with all on her side,
will you be there,
be there for me?
As the pots break,
and jars are broken,
will you be there to pick up the pieces?
Because the pots are my heart,
the jars being my emotions,
but will you still be there?
Be there to help me.
As thunder cracks,
we turn our own our tide,
please still be there
be there for me.
When our worlds split in two,
divided by hate,
will you stand there?
Stand there with me?
When the fight never ends,
and glory shan’t prevail,
will you still be there?
Crying for me?
Short PoemHer eyes return my gaze,
A gentle “Hello” at first glance.
Those chocolate brown coloured eyes,
So full of love and compassion.
Without a sound from my lips,
A solitary cry escapes.
Her serene marble-like stare,
cross our paths
for their effects
every poem begins with sometimes
every dream begins with maybe
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