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The interior of the gift shop is full of things Allen would love to buy… if only he knows which one [Name] likes the most. Nonetheless, he starts poking around, followed by a confused Miranda, and an irritated-looking Kanda. Having just concluded their mission in Paris, Allen decides to make a stop at this one shop which he knows sells nice gifts for anyone who’s visiting the country. [Name] has had a knack for gifting people whenever they are not expecting it, and to Allen, this will be the perfect chance to repay her. Kanda, however, simply watches from the sidelines, eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Remind me again why

The Fox and the Hound Chapter 16: The Fox, Festive The Christmas party was everything I expected it to be. Boring and time consuming. There were just filthy rich nobles attired in red, green and gold suits in dresses, getting drunk off their lazy arses and consuming impressive amounts of sweets. The only thing comforting me were the familiar walls of the Phantomhive Manor, assuring me that I'll be able to see their host soon enough. It's been about two months since I last saw him, and I can't wait to see him again, especially since he's thirteen now. I had sent a letter to him on his birthday, but I was too busy to actually visit him, w

Just Asleep Ciel x Reader There was no pain to be felt. Every piece of their being was numb, except in their hearts, which paced in perfect, calm sync. The young, (h/c) haired girl looked down and reached a hand to her wound. On the left side of her torso, the bullet hole spilled thick, sticky liquid from where she was shot. The wet crimson stained her hand and dress. Ciel, on the other hand, still on the ground, stared at her with his blue cerulean orb and his purple contract seal glowing slightly. (F/N), a girl he had known for only three years, just took a bullet for him. Time stood still as the real pain started to set in. Once it did

Soft, delicate fingers circled to the tops of your thighs. Steady breathing warmed the shell of your ear as her chest cushioned against your back. A chuckle rumbled within the deepness of her breast as silkened lips trailed along the frigid line of your neck. Eyes heavy with fatigue, you examined the scene before you, the corpses shred over the floor of the alleyway, the blood painting and filling the brick walls, the stench of death dominating your every sense, the pristine snow gathering at your ankles violated with scarlet hues. But, you were alive, rescued from these damn beings, threatening to ravage you and tear you to shreds. And th

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8RjWHyUMi1c Please listen while you read!) “Vlad, look! Do you see them?” “Hm? What is it? What do you see?” He watches you. Your eyes become dark pools of translucence, reflecting the light of the glittering stars. The delicate sickles beneath them transform them into vast oceans that extend beyond the heaven’s realms. The small opening in the ceiling of your prison cell provides only a preview of what you longed to see most: The outside world, a place you could run free and wild with no chains to break and rub raw your porcelain skin. He sees that desire glinting even as yo

          The sun was long gone and the moon had taken its place. Everyone else was tucked in their bunks, fast asleep. Or, so you thought. Unable to sleep due to the unbearable heat, you had crawled from your bed and headed outside in hopes of catching a cool breeze. Though it was late, the moon was incredibly bright. Because of this, you were easily able to see the silhouette of someone standing at the edge of camp. Walking as quietly as you could, you did your best to go unnoticed until only inches away from the figure. “Hello there Armin, what are you doing out so late? I thought we were all supposed to be inside hours ago.”

You rubbed the sore and tight muscle in your neck, staring blankly into thick storm just outside the window. Just a few moments before, you had twisted it in the middle of an exasperating, yet satisfying, work out. Normally, you managed to avoid such clumsy mistakes, but, ever since you volunteered to assist with this case, you focussed less and less on such petty activities. Your mind was tangled with thoughts of the murders taking place, possibilities of the criminal's identity. Often times, you frequently thought about L, the greatest detective in the world, now in charge of the Kira case. You found herself at his side most of the time, w