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Ball Room Dancing- Ciel
You turned around to see Ciel standing before you, and he looked pretty annoyed. "O-oh Master Ciel! Is there something I can do for you?" You suddenly felt nervous and started shaking slightly. "You can just call me Ciel (name)." A slight blush creeped over your face. For some reason his comment made you feel embarrassed. "O-okay, Ciel. Did you need something?" His frown turned into the slightest smirk as he replied, "Yes, I was wondering if you would accompany me for the next dance?" You smiled. "Wait, what about your fiancé Lizzie?" Ciel flinched as you spoke her name. "That's why I'm asking you for a dance. Elizabeth has been driving me nuts all evening, dragging me around the mansion, spinning me around in all directions rather than actually dancing, I can barely see straight!" A giggle escaped your lips as you took his hand. "Well, I would love to dance with you Ciel." He gave a nod and led you through the large crowd of people.
Gently placing his hand on your waist, you pl
Len x Reader. Everything is just a coincidenceEverything is just a coincidence
“Wow! It’s been three months already!?”
I say to myself. Three months since I started my official singing career. I wasn’t famous though. But I had the best time life when I was recording. I lived in an apartment alone with my dog. My parents are constantly working to afford the apartment in which I live in. The reason I’m not living with them is because I need to go to a special school, but my dad couldn’t transfer to a different location. So he and my mom work and pay my apartment. I lived in a huge city while my father and mother lived in a small town.
“BIG NEWS, (name)!” I hear my agent coming in yelling good news.
“(Name)! I just got you gig with the famous group…wait for it…Vocaloid!”
“Vocaloid!! Really?! I… never heard of them…” I say with sarcasm.
“Don’t worry, their just famous singer” He says
“If their famous how come I n
Alois X Reader ~ Snarky Remark
Alois X Reader ~ Snarky Remarks
You were in a small group of girls your age at the ball. Out of everyone in the room, you were the only one who didn’t quite enjoy parties. If you could chose do to anything, it would be dance at your old villages local bar, which you only got into because you were friends with the owner. Only a couple years before the dreadful party, you were just a normal villager. Your mother had fallen dreadfully ill, so your astringed grandfather put the family fortune in your name. And though the fortune wasn’t too much, you still appreciated every last bit of it.
Back in the village, you used to be known as the best singer in town under 18 years old. But now, inside the Phantomhive mansion “enjoying” a party, you were known as the fool with no service. Which was nowhere near true at all. In your manor was a maid, a butler, and your mothers personal doctor. And… that was it.
LenXReader! My Friend! Part Three!
I saw the boy smile, yes this was definitely him, and he was Len. I smiled along with him hoping our happiness were on the same level.
There was a short silence as we stared at each other. "Your letter flew in my room, I felt like it was written just for me" I said and handed him his plane that was now flattened out.
"Ah I see, well if you were the one who found it and was brave enough to find the writer then yes, it was written for you" he said with a smile and gently took it from my hands.
This boy was so good with his words, I'm sure if he wasn't in prison right now then he would be making a girl very happy in this moment in time, actually even though he is in prison he is making me happy right now.
I then wondered why he was here in the first place. Most prisoners were older and were very mean, that's what father said, but this boy looked so young and didn't look like the type of people my father described. He looked kind and a person who couldn't hurt a fly.
I wanted t
LenXReader! My Friend! Part Four!
When I was younger I believed in God, whoever he was. My parents taught me his teachings and even though I said I believed I didn’t really understand or appreciate him as a whole. Religion was a thing that one picked up from their parents without question. I was told who God was but I didn’t unconditionally love him like they did or hated him like some did.
When he sent me to this hell I understood why some people hated him. In the church they always said God did things for a reason. I didn’t understand his reason for sending me here. I thought he was punishing me for a crime I didn’t commit. They preached that god loved all of his children no matter what they did. If he really loved me like they said that he did he would have proved me innocent, instead of ruining my reputation and leaving me to rot in this suffocating prison where no one listened, no one ever listened. He would have saved me from the demon who framed me and the devil that tortured me every day
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
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