Want to know what it might feel like to get into a bunch of random scenarios with the crew of Danganronpa? This might be the place but feel free to leave after the opening. --------------- Disclaimers: I do not own Danganronpa nor the fanart and the YouTube videos that I'll be using in this book! Date started: 16/10/2016 Date ended:

** NO GRAPHIC DETAILS** * WARNING: talk of sexual assault, only mentions* The undertaker finds you in an alley when you are 14 yrs old, starving, cold and thirsty. He takes you in and teaches you to be his assistant. Over the years you grow fond of his unusualness and unpredictable crazyness. One day a girl comes in and takes the undertaker to the side and declares her love for him. You feel this burning sensation that makes you hate this girl. What's wrong with you? Why do you feel this way? A/N: heeyy guys!!! decided to make a undertaker x reader story cuz I am in love with the undertaker so I thought 'why not! lets write a story about the weird wacky mortician we all know and love' BTW this is NOT part of the manga or anime this purely my own imagination...I know scary right? Also, I did not edit this so there are spelling and possibly confusion. This was my first book.┐(￣ヮ￣)┌

Imagine reuniting at the wrong place, at the wrong time, and with the wrong person. Embark on a long and tiring journey as you try to eliminate the very person you thought you loved, or you love.

Y/N had arrived to Phantomhive Manor to meet with none other Ciel himself. What happens when she catches the eyes of two demons, four reapers, and two nobles?

You are a mysterious woman, sleeping in a glass case like Sleeping Beauty. But what shall happen if Ciel and Sebastian themselves stumble upon you?

You've fallen asleep in a coffin and wounded up in undertaker's store but what happens when the undertaker has a little crush on you?

Her older brother dies right before her eyes. The flames are licking their bodies. She isn't bothered, but his body is quickly burnt to ashes. She screams in agony, tightly holding her burning brother in her arms, as the thick, black smoke is filling the mansion. The smoke fills her lungs and as she's feeling her consciousness slipping away she's saying a prayer. Not to God, not to Satan, nor to the angels or the demons, but to the Reapers. "Please spare my brother's soul."

Hello guys! this is my first oneshot book! This is Identity V! I don't even know what I'm doing ._. Requests are closed for now

❝𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓼❞☾ quick and cheesy , bitesized chapters about your favourite comfort characters. --make me not wanna die, love me rough and let me fly, don't be a waste of my time

A collection of identity v x reader oneshots. I take requests...and it'll mostly be a female reader.