*this story was written by Gibslythe on ao3* "Two whole months of free laundry in exchange for two weeks of being my fake boyfriend. Deal?" Keith hesitated for a moment. Was this really worth it? Hardly. Lance was an asshole, and he wasn't sure what fake dating would entail. But, free laundry was free laundry, right? "Alright, it's a deal." Or: Lance makes the mistake of telling his Mom he has a boyfriend coming home with him for Christmas. Keith makes the mistake of agreeing to be Lance's 'fake boyfriend'. This is actually the best fic I've ever read. It emotionally destroyed me and then put me back together only to kill me again. Read on ao3 : http://archiveofourown.org/works/7454385

Come down to our teacup party. There's purple swirls on rocks and glazed moss covered trunks. The hanging arms of weeping willows drape themselves over our table. Where an aray of fine chipped pottery lies. Candy floss curtains are the grassy beds. And the throwns and armchairs are cover in shredded notes. Take a cup with your gloved hands and sip some of the dew drop remedies. More than enough persons are with us. Maybe not in single form. We invite you specially. For you are our guest. Now join us.

Set back in Ancient Egypt, Atem speaks to his son, Manu, about his Mother and tells him about her noble death to protect him. [WARNING: apparently sad...according to my friends, but still good nonetheless :)]

I'm a teenage girl, a lot of stuff happens to a girl like me. It just so happens that I like to write poems, I've written poems about the good and bad things in my life staring about 6 th or 7th grade. Hope you like them! :)

It's been 14 years since Ciel Phantomhive sold his soul to Sebastian so he could take revenge on those that killed his parents. Revenge has been exacted and Ciel is content with himself. However, he always ponders why Sebastian did not take his soul, as was agreed. Elizabeth, unable to bare the thought of losing Ciel, has, unknowingly to Ciel, made a second deal to Sebastian. What did she trade him for Ciel's soul? What will Ciel think when he finds out? Find out in Traded to the Archbishop of Hell! (I do not own Black Butler or any of the characters, only Maria and any others I create) (Also, in this story Ciel and Elizabeth are NOT cousins. Come on, thats, just wrong) (This story is officially dedicated to cookierock for inspiring me to write this book/fanfic. Thnkx cookie!)

You are still (Y/N) Dalles, Engaged to Sebastian Michealis- everything is going great, soon to be married, finally reunited, but with an old enemy surfacing, will Sebastian not leave- but be forcefully taken out of your life forever?

You are (Y/N) Dalles. A fashion designer for the royalty of all england. Including the queen. Your mother AND father were both brutally murdered. each at different times. But your mother, was a VERY important person...Angelina Dalles AKA- Madam Red. of course, you were adopted but kept in the dark your whole life, only your family and trusted friends knew you even existed- that is until your mother was killed in a dark. dirty allyway...they never found the killer, and once she died you were brought into the light as the heir to the estate you lived in, and your mothers company. and yes you were related to Ciel, Rachel. and Vincent Phantomhive...and sadly...Elisibeth Milford...sadly... you can't stand her!!! but she is still family. and younger than you. So you must be nice to her. At 20 years old and still not engaged, you have many suitors but theres just one man you could never get over... you met him when you were 16, and at 17 started a relationship...it was your butler...who in the end turned out to be not the man you thought. Not even a man. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~P.S~ I DID CHANGE STUFF ABOUT THE CHARACTERS IN BB. MADAM RED WAS A FASHION DESIGNER. AND HER HUSBAND WAS MURDERED. NOT IN AN ACCIDENT kthxbai