"Hold me close, don't let go, watch me burn...In this Hospital for Souls." "...the one thing that is absolutely awful about being a reaper is the eyesight problems that come with it, he has decided. Even now, in the sunlight (the accursed sunlight, almost burning through his excuse for a skin), holding the stupid list two inches from his damn face, he is still having difficulty reading the names. "Jarrod Fineman," he murmurs aloud, still squinting at the paper. "Aged twenty five. Died on the 12th of March, 1894; cause of death... butter knife to the heart." His nose wrinkles as he connects the dots; the butter knife with the butler, the butler with the demon, the demon with the earl. It was evident - a business deal gone wrong, which had resulted in Jarrod's rather ignorant move to attempt to shoot Ciel Phantomive. The demon had moved without hesitation; the reaper had watched as he tore the man's throat open, while at the same time skewering him in the chest. Phantomhive looked on, completely unfazed, as the crimson blood pooled on the floor of the magnificent palace that he liked to call a mansion. Afterwards, he cleared his throat, and said to the butler: 'Clean it up. I have other business to attend to." Sebastian Michaelis had bowed dutifully at the waist, his demeanor totally serious. "Yes, my Lord." He had watched as Michaelis so very carefully mopped the floor, almost as if he were in cheerful ignorance about the corpse in front of him. He could not have known about the reaper in the room with him already, with his own strict expression, his wicked scythe in the form of a heavy axe. Watching him, ever moment that had unfolded, whilst judging the dead man secretly. He had already sent him to Hell..."

"And there's no room In This Hell, but there's no room in the next." ... Grace Harcourt is a bachelorette, and a very esteemed one at that; the only issue is, she seems to have trouble with doing what she is told, and also, holding her tongue. The black sheep of the family? Maybe. However, when she becomes acquainted with Gregory Violet, a bachelor in his own right and a master artist, she begins to entrust herself to him -- this man, so different, so cold, yet so capable of something else, something more. But is this the happy ending that Grace is looking for? Or is there something else lurking in the shadows that threatens to ruin everything? (cover by @violinfreakk) NOTE: This story was first published on the ninth of April 2015 -- meaning that any information that has been fabricated may conflict with subsequent chapters of the manga. Please remember this!

"I will wait, dear. A Patient of Eternity, my crush. A universal still, no rust." ... Charlotte has always had a rather morbid obsession with death. After losing her father at a tender age, and her mother some years later, Charlotte is left all alone in the world with no one to depend on. That is, until she meets the Undertaker, the man who deals with death as though it is the most beautiful part of life. Under his tuition, she begins to learn the secrets of his dark trade -- and in turn, also begins to question whether or not the man she is slowly falling in love with is entirely human... (cover by @violinfreakk ) NOTE: This story was first published on the sixth of August 2013 -- meaning that any information which has been fabricated may conflict with subsequent chapters of manga. Please remember this!

Sometimes, even the Wizarding World makes mistakes. Sometimes, even the greatest wizards and brightest witches can be wrong. Perhaps they knew they were wrong. Perhaps they didn't. Either way, the truth will out, in the end, just as it always does. Harry Potter believed himself to be incapable of love, as he had never remembered having anyone there who really cared for him, and who he could care for back. Until, that is, September 1st 1991. Hermione Granger didn't have any friends at her last school. She was picked on for being smart, and never had any idea what was wrong with her. An outcast, she hoped her next school would open up new opportunities for friendships like no other. She had no idea quite what her next school would be like, and didn't know who it was she would meet on September 1st 1991. True friendship is rare, but true love is rarer. Can this as of yet unfortunate pair find both of these things at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry? You hope so. I hope so. Let's just find out. (ABANDONED, WILL NOT BE FINISHED, SORRY <3) Disclaimer::: I own nothing except the plot changes. J.K. Rowling owns the rest

"I don't want to bang you up... too much." "Cause I'm a girl?" "Cause you're strong. We'll need people like you if we're going to fight back." Unfair doesn't mean anything to Hayden anymore. Wouldn't building a long, thick stone wall dividing the poor and the rich be considered as unfair? That didn't stop the government from doing so, and cutting off the low from any official support. It's not like Hayden had a choice. Street fighting is her life... until someone else enters the picture. Someone that may change the world as we know it... and Hayden. #4 in Adventure January 5, 2016 #5 in Adventure June 30, 2016 Finished June 29, 2016