Publishedunpublished Stories

"It's not just you, monsieur . . . It's all of us. Myself, my family, my people-the people of Paris! It's all of us . . . We are all just phantoms in the night."

This is the story of how I came to love a man and his son.

Everyone knows about the big shots in Enies Lobby University, but what about the not so noticeable crowd?

An apocalyptic one piece au

{A continuation of "The Shogun And The Samurai" series.} A princess, destined for tragedy, attacked on the road to a southern shogun's banquet. Kidnapped and taken hostage, she is soon considered worthless as news of her kingdom's demise reaches the ears of the bandits that have her. To avoid execution, the princess must find a way to prove her worth to this so-called "Bandit King", and try not to fall for his charms along the way. A bandit, making his way across the country, his gang feared by many. But it wasn't always that way. When a face from his past comes back to haunt him, he does everything in his power to make sure she remains unharmed, all the while defending her from even his own men. When things finally fall to ruin, who will stand by him? Who will save him from himself?

"There is a beauty in anonymity, monsieur. Just as you, I am infamous, yet entirely unknown. Take away my masks and who am I? I could be the wealthy eccentric person society believes me to be. I could be ugly. I could be beautiful. I could be old or young. I could be the average woman that you walk by on the street every day, or I could be the poor girl luring lecherous men into dark alleyways simply to earn a meal. With the masks I am someone-a set figure in everyone's minds. Take away my masks and I am no one, yet I am everyone. Take away your mask and who are you?" "I . . . I am a monster." "No, monsieur. You are whomever you wish to be."

A Trafalgar Law doppelgänger fic

A Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji Bardroy fanfic

That Sebastian guy... There's just something about him...

When you walk your hips have to sway just enough to catch attention but not enough to make you stumble over your high heels. Gorgeous long hair is a must but you can't have any hair anywhere else on your body. Your back must always be kept straight and your chin held high to show off a long and slender neck. Never ever slouch. Your makeup must match your designer outfit and visa versa. And most importantly you must be kind and well mannered like a proper young heiress should. In this sense I am a perfect young lady. Exept for one teeny tiny, itsy bitsy little thing. Really, it's just a minor detail. I'm a guy. A STRAIGHT guy.

Phantom of the opera fanfic

"The mind is a terrible thing to lose, wouldn't you agree Eustass-ya?"

"What's your name, little girl?" The large man sneered. Sweat dripped down the side of my forehead as I looked around the bar at all the bulky guys behind him. "Uh..." I muttered, my eyes darting to a waiter's name tag. "Arnold..." A beer barrel caught my eye and I read the label. "Schwarz...en...egger. Uhhh, yeah...! That's me! Arnold Schwarzenegger!" An elbow shoved into my side, followed by a man's voice. "Saskia, there already is an Arnold Schwarzenegger." He hissed into my ear. My jaw dropped. "There is? Shit!" And that's when the fight started.

Do you know how a grim reaper is born? Humans who commit suicide become reapers as punishment. Until the day they are forgiven, they have to work hard and have to watch people's regrets, their attachment to their everyday lives, and death... So much death. That is how a grim reaper is born. The gods of death. [MADE BEFORE ALL RECENT INFO IN THE SERIES HAD COME TO LIGHT]

This was going to be the third book in the PMBALMA series that I never fucking finished, but whatever. Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler fanfic.