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An Eventful Return [Edgar Redmond x Reader]For many, going back to school is a chore. When Ciel Phantomhive entered Weston College, everyone thought that would be the only surprise. But then you joined…
Perhaps there is more to ‘going back to school’?
Clouds smeared the sky a dull grey, students carrying on with their lives. Pinning a deep purple flower into your hair, you carried on walking to your dorm like everyone else. “Weston College is bor-ing.” Your eyes flickered onto each of the students, a minor sigh escaping your lips. But two people caught your eye. “Phantomhive!” The name was at your lips, and instinctively, you called out, remembering not to call people using their first names. Almost in an instant, the fragile looking boy walked up to you, looking ‘cheerful’ as ever.
“It is you!” Immediately, a smile appeared on your face. “What brings you back to school? Orders, I bet.” No response. “Stingy as ever I see…”
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
Darling, Don't You DareTo the girl who skips dinner,
Because her reflection hurts more than
To the boy who wears sweatshirts
On hot summer days,
Because he doesn’t want his mother to cry over his
To the boy who weeps uncontrollably
Until he falls asleep,
Because it’s the only way to escape into his
To the girl who spends her days in her bedroom,
Because the dark is more peaceful than her
To the child who gets angry,
Because no one understands.
To the teens who self-harm,
To the ones in recovery,
To the ones that just can’t do it anymore…
For the girl who skips meals
And the boy who wears sweatshirts,
For the boy who cries,
The girl who hides,
And the ones who just can’t do it anymore.
You’ve come this far.
Don’t you dare give up on it, now.
I am the daughter of a sailor.There is pure sea water
rushing through my veins
& my vocabulary can be
just as colorful.
how do I begin to tell you
we all have jungles growing
in our chests?-
by human hands?
I like to pretend
it’s Draco residing
in this chest of mine-
clogging my lungs,
I have forgotten
how to write
or anything with a shred
I have no space left within myself
for celestial, fire breathing dragons-
because I realize now
when I look in the mirror,
I do not see my father.
I screamMy scream is loud.
My scream is honest.
My scream is desperate.
My scream is filled with truth.
Why would nobody hear me?
You're Not DepressedDepression isn’t what you think it is.
You’re just sad.
If you and your boyfriend or girlfriend just broke up, you’re not depressed.
If you are longing to be with that one girl or boy, you’re not depressed.
If you really want to meet that one celebrity, you’re not depressed.
If you haven’t gotten a text from any of your friends all day and want to talk to someone, you’re not depressed.
If you cried in the shower last night because you want that guy to be your boyfriend,
Or sat on your bed last night with your face in your hands wanting to be with that one girl,
You’re not depressed.
Until you have hated yourself,
Felt no self-worth,
Felt like you’d never amount to anything
And are useless,
You want to lie in bed all day and do nothing but think,
Think you are never good enough for anyone,
Don’t deserve anyone,
Lost any interest in drawing, writing, reading, singing, etc…
You don’t want to be around anyone, just by
dearly belovedthese days
your name has been slipping
in and out of my rib cage
my heart forgets to beat.
how even after all these months i still
don't want to believe that
you're dead. how during the
first couple of weeks i prayed
to a god i didn't believe in and begged to know
if death tasted sweet to you. how once,
when the monsters in my head
didn't let me sleep, i
wrote you three poems and then
you were a supernova that
lit up my life for
a few radiant moments before,
like all good things in this
you came to an end.
the sinner in me hopes that you have wings now.
but i think that,
most of all,
i hope you no longer
remember what pain
Let me dieGo away
Leave me alone
And let me die
Of this world
I don't want to live
Because there's no light
At the end of this tunnel
So I'll just end my life
Don't try to stop me
And we'll meet again
On the other side
Outside this dark tunnel
I am afraid of monsters like you.Bones and sinew cling
to the part of me
that is not human,
the part of me that
Your lips are ready
to pounce mine when
you lace my neck with
the collar of hope.
It hangs too tightly.
Only GirlsOnly Girls can suffer from weight loss,
can cut and cut until their blood is all gone.
Only girls can cry out their angry emotions,
and watch them pool from their eyes like the raging oceans.
Emotions are qualities reserved for women women only,
without them, what men would bask in their glory.
Only women can abort an unwanted fetus,
when a man mourns his lost child, he's nothing but a bigoted sexist.
Only girls can wear their hair long,
put on cake loads of make up, and twirl their hips to a song.
Strip down in public to your bra and underwear,
only girls will get angry when their objectified by eyes everywhere.
Only girls can swallow the pills,
because boys are never depressed, they only grow ill.
Only a woman can claw at her defenseless husband,
and when he tries to defend himself, he's considered little to nothing.
Cry 'sexual-harassment' in the midst of your workplace,
only girls can get away with this, when nothing was done to them in the first place.
Abuse is impossible if it ha
words, wonderlight has faded and words are heavy,
but there is a delicate magic
twisting between your fingers.
it is all a-scribble
melisma without music;
syllables stitching terra firma
to firmament in intricate
stanzas that require
neither breath nor sound
to echo, infinite,
within the depths
of susurrous souls.
it is cold and it is dark,
but there is a fire in you
and you use it with a fierce grace
that illuminates the shadows,
and ignites the demons
until not even the grey spaces
that haunt and harry
can hold dominion.
they are exposed
they are broken
into shards of sunrise
and rays of a quiet
you scare away the night
with exhalations that blow
away the fogged emptiness
inside, over and over,
sparking fireworks from
what was thought
to be ash.
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?
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