you must wake up now drabble
Title: You Must Wake up Now
Length: drabble
Author: tftcproductions
Pairing: Sebastian and Ciel (Kuroshitsuji)
Rating: PG
Genre: fluff, horror (just a tad), angst
Summary: Sebastian wakes Ciel up from a nightmare
Ciel curled deeper into the starched white shirt of his father. His small chubby fingers pulling the fabric up to his red cheeks and toes reaching out to tickle the pants covering his father’s knees. Sunlight streamed into the room in white ribbons falling across his face and turning the darkness behind his eyelids a golden shade of yellow. Ciel had never felt this comfort, this peace, for a long time. He longed for this single simple moment to drag for forever but almost as soon as he welcomed it he was torn from it.
“Young master,” a voice almost as a whisper called to him. His eyes twitched from the sound and they cracked open only a sliver, letting the blinding whiteness of the sun and his father’s shirt hit him.
“Young master, it is time to wake up,” the voice called again, louder and deeper this time than before. Ciel opened his eyes further. He could see his father but only as a half silhouette because of the window behind him, the brim of darkness surrounding his hair and edges of his face.
Ciel shook his head. “Not now Tanaka,” he called back, the name of his butler coming to his child’s mind almost without thought. He tried to pull the fabric of his father’s shirt closer but it seemed lighter than before, and harsher feeling, like he was pulling against a gossamer spider web that would soon break under the weight of his small fingers.
“You must wake up now,” the voice was loud, angry, demanding, hitting the back of Ciel’s head like a strike of a hand. His eyes opened wider, trying to see his father’s face, but the white light was turning harsher, escalating in lightness like the strength in the man’s voice. The white tone became hotter and the darkness shrouded his father as it cast him in an orange cocoon.
“No,” Ciel pleaded but as he reached out his father’s shirt stretched and tore and the skin on his chest was replaced by a void of blackness.
“Young master,” the voice was right behind him, leaning over the bed, his ice cold breath brushing the strands of his hair. Ciel made a mad leap for his father, wanting only to be wrapped in his safe embrace, but his blackened form broke in to chunks of burnt hide and ash that was once flesh swarmed around the boy like bees. The window behind him blew out in a rage of burnt oranges and bloody reds and showered him with soot stained glass. Ciel looked down in to the darkness that seemed like a cliff when a forced stronger than his own yanked his arm almost completely out of it’s socket.
Ciel blinked once and the dark cliff turned into light brown wood. His end table that was beside his bed was centimeters from his wide opened eye, the well polished sharp corner blurring in his fear. Another tug on his arm pulled him back so that he was sitting on the bed, not wildly hanging off of it. He turned around and looked up to see it wasn’t his father or Tanaka, but his butler Sebastian. He had one knee on the bed and his left hand held a fistful of the blanket roughly. His right hand was around Ciel’s arm, locked in a almost inhuman like strength grip as he pulled his master back into the bed. When he did his grip loosed slightly, but he didn’t let go.
“What on earth were you thinking?” he scolded. His eyebrows were knotted together and his lips were pressed together in a thin line.
Ciel watched him with wide surprise before he shivered lightly an managed to look away. He pressed the palm of his hand to his face to try and press down the hysterical and embarrassed blush growing on his face. “It was a dream,” he muttered softly.
“Pardon?” Sebastian asked.
With a shake of his head, Ciel looked back at his butler. “It was merely a dream, nothing more.” He looked for a moment at the hand still tightly clutching his arm before shrugging it off harshly. “I am awake now, you can prepare my tea.”
Sebastian watched with hesitant eyes before backing off the bed and bowing in a small apology. “Yes, my lord."
A/N: Yo something that isn't yunjae. Check it. I have more fandoms than just TVXQ, though it might not seem like it.
Length: drabble
Author: tftcproductions
Pairing: Sebastian and Ciel (Kuroshitsuji)
Rating: PG
Genre: fluff, horror (just a tad), angst
Summary: Sebastian wakes Ciel up from a nightmare
Ciel curled deeper into the starched white shirt of his father. His small chubby fingers pulling the fabric up to his red cheeks and toes reaching out to tickle the pants covering his father’s knees. Sunlight streamed into the room in white ribbons falling across his face and turning the darkness behind his eyelids a golden shade of yellow. Ciel had never felt this comfort, this peace, for a long time. He longed for this single simple moment to drag for forever but almost as soon as he welcomed it he was torn from it.
“Young master,” a voice almost as a whisper called to him. His eyes twitched from the sound and they cracked open only a sliver, letting the blinding whiteness of the sun and his father’s shirt hit him.
“Young master, it is time to wake up,” the voice called again, louder and deeper this time than before. Ciel opened his eyes further. He could see his father but only as a half silhouette because of the window behind him, the brim of darkness surrounding his hair and edges of his face.
Ciel shook his head. “Not now Tanaka,” he called back, the name of his butler coming to his child’s mind almost without thought. He tried to pull the fabric of his father’s shirt closer but it seemed lighter than before, and harsher feeling, like he was pulling against a gossamer spider web that would soon break under the weight of his small fingers.
“You must wake up now,” the voice was loud, angry, demanding, hitting the back of Ciel’s head like a strike of a hand. His eyes opened wider, trying to see his father’s face, but the white light was turning harsher, escalating in lightness like the strength in the man’s voice. The white tone became hotter and the darkness shrouded his father as it cast him in an orange cocoon.
“No,” Ciel pleaded but as he reached out his father’s shirt stretched and tore and the skin on his chest was replaced by a void of blackness.
“Young master,” the voice was right behind him, leaning over the bed, his ice cold breath brushing the strands of his hair. Ciel made a mad leap for his father, wanting only to be wrapped in his safe embrace, but his blackened form broke in to chunks of burnt hide and ash that was once flesh swarmed around the boy like bees. The window behind him blew out in a rage of burnt oranges and bloody reds and showered him with soot stained glass. Ciel looked down in to the darkness that seemed like a cliff when a forced stronger than his own yanked his arm almost completely out of it’s socket.
Ciel blinked once and the dark cliff turned into light brown wood. His end table that was beside his bed was centimeters from his wide opened eye, the well polished sharp corner blurring in his fear. Another tug on his arm pulled him back so that he was sitting on the bed, not wildly hanging off of it. He turned around and looked up to see it wasn’t his father or Tanaka, but his butler Sebastian. He had one knee on the bed and his left hand held a fistful of the blanket roughly. His right hand was around Ciel’s arm, locked in a almost inhuman like strength grip as he pulled his master back into the bed. When he did his grip loosed slightly, but he didn’t let go.
“What on earth were you thinking?” he scolded. His eyebrows were knotted together and his lips were pressed together in a thin line.
Ciel watched him with wide surprise before he shivered lightly an managed to look away. He pressed the palm of his hand to his face to try and press down the hysterical and embarrassed blush growing on his face. “It was a dream,” he muttered softly.
“Pardon?” Sebastian asked.
With a shake of his head, Ciel looked back at his butler. “It was merely a dream, nothing more.” He looked for a moment at the hand still tightly clutching his arm before shrugging it off harshly. “I am awake now, you can prepare my tea.”
Sebastian watched with hesitant eyes before backing off the bed and bowing in a small apology. “Yes, my lord."
A/N: Yo something that isn't yunjae. Check it. I have more fandoms than just TVXQ, though it might not seem like it.