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The bell's ringing snapped you out of your day dreams. 'Yeah. Finally Lunch.' You hadn't eaten since morning so you went to the cafeteria quite hungry. Strolling through the halls, your thoughts strayed once more. You weren't really paying attention. And promptly you bumped into someone – fairly hard. While you were falling backwards the person you crashed into fell forward, right onto you. His face was placed on your neck and breathing became difficult. It took half an eternity for that someone to get up. "Watch where you're going!" a low and rough voice called out to you. Looking up, your eyes were confronted with bright red ones. You j

Pairing(s): Ciel Phantomhive & Reader Length: 1,753 Additional Info: Angel Reader, Female Reader Description: What if the Demon was late? * The first tug came at night, midnight to be precise, when you were watching over a child who'd lost her way. You had been so focused on this lost child, watching intently as her smile became less fake and more genuine, her once-dull eyes sparkling with sincere happiness, that you hadn't even realised there was a tug. When you finally did realise, it was so faint, almost hesitant, that you almost just passed it off as nothing. It couldn't be anything. After all, all those who call to an Angel are d

~Author's Note: I'm actually amazed I managed to keep this in two parts instead of the usual three haha. How awesome would it be to have a genderbent "I See the Light?" Random thoughts. Enjoy!!~ ~Rapunzel=Raiponce (French version, ha!)~ A week passes before you can return to the tower in the meadow due to your job at the bakery, but when the day arrives, you sprint through the forest as if you actually are being chased by a thief again. It really does seem like a miracle that you came across the drapery of vines that day, for it was tucked away so deeply within the forest and because it brought you to him, that beautiful, blonde boy who ful

~Author's Note: Aloha, amigos! Consider this another test preview, I suppose, cause I know how much ya'll love my villains. Now let's test my heroes.~ Birds scatter in an array of cries as you come barreling through the forest, your rapid breathing layered with whimpers and words of desperation for safety, for someone to rescue you, for this to stop. Behind you, a man’s grating voice bellows amidst his heavy footsteps. He’d just wanted your money being a common thief, but you have nothing to offer and so you ran in fear of being killed in exchange. And now that he’s chasing you—has been for the past fifteen minutes

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ttEJeP-SBmQ Please listen while you read!) “Ah, that’s the last of it,” you murmured to yourself, placing the last of the pristine dishes into the glass cabinet. You dried the excess water off your hands, chapped and red. Every light in the house had been switched off, save for the main lamp within the living room, its cool light keeping you company. As clean cut and expensive as this loft was, it often felt cold compared to the little houses and apartments you had grown accustomed to. But, being married to Levi Ackerman, CEO to the biggest cleaning company known in the nation, it was a min

“And cut!” You watched with a scowl as your lover rolled off the glossy, perfect body of his costar. Sweat glistened his brow, and his chocolate brown hair was muddled and messy. You had seen him in this condition plenty of times, on and offset. You watched his movies plenty of times. You knew of the numerous actresses he touched and fondled for each movie he was contracted into doing. But, it was something you could not desensitize yourself into seeing. It was not that you didn’t understand. It was his job, long before he met you. He shared the beds of many women he acted with purely on a professional level. You knew tha

Sebastian crossed the ballroom swiftly, lacquered black shoes clicking on the marble floors. His head turned left, then right, scanning the expanse of the room. To say he was harried would be an understatement.    He looked over his shoulder, spotting Master Ciel talking business with a fabric merchant. He was safe, for now.  That was what mattered. It was his job as butler to keep his young Lord safe and his reputation spotless. So God damn it, where was she? He knew she was here. He could smell her.    The scent was sickeningly sweet, and if he were to take a moment to dissect it, the demon would find the exact name to be Belladonna, the