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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.
Unable to loveMy love was pure
I only wanted
But my heart
Because my love
Like a piece of garbage
And now I'm unable
Because the shreds
Of my shattered soul
MathematicsI am but the sum of my
F L A W S;
a network of
S C A R S
a disaster of
D R E A M S
a shield of
B O N E S
C A L C U L A T I O N
a void of
to the girl i lose my words aroundi have been meaning to tell you for years:
i think you’re beautiful. i have
seen nothing on earth that holds a candle
to the ocean you carry inside your body.
it spills over your edges sometimes, like
a rain shower around you, blurring your penciled-in
lines until there is nothing left of you but your natural
cliffs, valleys, and deserts.
i like that.
i have never met someone who is, somehow,
a sea and a storm at the same time.
maybe i never will again.
maybe you are the only one
who gathers clouds on her forehead
like a promise, or feels the push and pull of the tide
with her every step.
you are beautiful, honestly.
you are honest, beautifully.
it is in the way you talk, the way you hold ice
on your tongue but forget to use it—
you always forget to use it, i don’t think
you know how.
to be truthful, i’m afraid of your smile
and how it breaks over me, how it pulls
me like a whirlpool down, how it pushes me
like a current back to the surface. i’m afraid of
now i see the stars.there was a time when i
couldn't catch my breath whenever i
thought about you , (crippled lungs and-
boy, you hit me like an asteroid,
there's a crater on my chest now that I can't ever seem to fill,
oceans of my tears cried on
nights when you couldn't be there to sing me to sleep.
thirty two poemless days after you joined the constellations,
i walked out into the yard and howled to the empty sky,
for a moment i was Gaea, rivers running down my cheeks,
weighted to the ground and
buried in myself, but
where there is no light there are no shadows, and
sometimes, i wonder if i miss me.
yes, i do.
i may not see the moon, but
Abuse Is Sometimes NecessaryPush and pull at her long hair, topple her to the solid ground,
elbow her sharply in the raw gut, shove her harshly around.
Scratch him in the pale face, punch him in the broken jaw,
do anything necessary to him that's considered breaking the law.
And when she cries because you've punched her, let her be,
and observe her when she returns to her habitual smoking.
When she passes out next day, because she's drunken too much booze,
slap her in the face once more, though many would consider it abuse.
When he can hardly walk because he thinks he's high in the clouds,
rip the needle out of his arm, and with your nails, slash him across the sweaty brow.
Grab them and shake them till their battered and bruised,
tear at their heart, scream in their ears until you've reached the point of verbal abuse.
And when she falls into your chest, and he collapses to the ground,
pull them closely, and whisper, “We can turn this all around.”
And rehab is a necessity for all of you, because you'v
i am made of nights like theseativan boy, you cannot empty out this skull -
not with a pen nor with a bullet. you can
be my hallowed head(case) for spitting out
words like teeth; oh, but i will only love you
when you're weary. i will keep crows caged
between your lungs like veins, like palpitations.
i will rot you through bones & car radios,
but i will never get (you) out of your skin.
ScienceI am more than my
F L A W S;
a masterpiece of
S C A R S
a delicacy of
D R E A M S
a sculpture of
B O N E S
R E A C T I O N
a well of
Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)
I hope the title caught your eye,
because this is about you.
Many of us speak in superlatives
and ambiguous language.
In imagery-laden text masquerading
underneath double entendres
keeping us from a part of the truth.
But purple streaks and red bands,
harp strings and soft hands
don't begin to explain
the love I have for you.
So I lay these words down
simple in its vulnerability,
blemished and raw in its purity.
The term lissome fits you in many ways,
but not necessarily it its textbook form.
I speak on the part that is not readily seen
but what is easily most cogent.
Your consciousness' cognizance
is graceful in the way
you fold one syllable over
another, supple in its meaning
that can take many forms
going from idle lies
to how we idolize hollow eyes
and uncovered hip bones.
Elegance is an understatement,
but I refuse to speak in cliche superlatives.
I speak honestly
but not with exaggerated grandeur.
Because your immediate app
A broken heartI promised myself I'll never fall in love
Whenever I fall in love I feel renewed and happy
But like a drug
Once everything finishes
I'm crying, depressed and the wreckage of my heart
I always end up feeling worse
I want to find someone that is special
But I'm afraid to suffer again
I'm afraid of losing another person
Do not want to suffer
Do not make me suffer, do not lie to me
Do not hurt me, no more
I will not hold on to people who only sink me
I'll be free and live with have left
A cold and lonely spirit.
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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