Broken Bride- Kuroshitsuji FicTitle: Broken BrideMore Like This
Author: Naria Lacour de Fanel
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji VERY AU
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from Kuroshitsuji, they are the property of Toboso Yana and SquareEnix. I do not own Broken Bride or Morning in May, these are the property of Ludo!
A/N: VERY AU Undertaker and Grell. I was listening to my music and of course the deeply romantic Broken Bride came on and this is what happened. I ALWAYS think of UT when I hear deeply obsessive romantic songs...
//= Song Lyrics
Part I: Broken Bride
//Fifteen years I raged against the constant C, the
speed of light, the diagrams and haunted sleep
on frozen sheets, in bed, my dreams, your garden grave,
I'd climb inside, hold your bones and slowly die, the
cooling space inside your chest, my broken bride, you
never breathed again.//
Mad, they called me. Abandoning my hard-won career for a seemingly impossible pursuit. Letting obsession steal my so-called life for 15 ye
Roses are red... Grell x ReaderRoses are redMore Like This
't was the end of the season in London, most of the people were packing their bags to go back to their towns, including you. You sat in your hotel room looking out the window, but you weren't packing, infact, you decided to stay a little longer in London. "Hmm.. London is so beautiful" you smiled. You heard someone knocking on the door "Miss ____, there's a letter for you." "A letter?" you thought, you opened up the door and took the letter from the lady. "Thank you, here you go" you gave some money to the lady. "Oh thank you.. but this is too much!" "It's no problem." You smiled "You're a kind hearted woman.." the lady said "I see a beautiful man in the near future.." she smiled and walked away. You closed the door after her. "a beautiful man? Near future? Tss .yea right." You sat down on the bed and looked at the envelope.
To: ms. ____.
Hotel the Black Widow
2819 GS, London.
"Hm.. I wonder from who it is.." you thought and took out the letter. "An invitation?
Slip and FallThis is just a quick little drabble I wrote based on an idea that popped into my head last night. Nothing fancy or polished.More Like This
Summary: After an all-nighter at the office, Eric takes a spill on the floor just as Alan walks in.
Warnings: Fluffy cuteness.
It happened in an unexpected instant. Eric Slingby was walking down the hall of Dispatch, his arms overloaded with stacks of paperwork that he'd been ignoring for too long and had finally (with the help of Alan and William both nagging him about it), he pulled an all-nighter to finish it.
Now, it was early morning and he was finished. All he had left was to turn it in so that the secretaries could file it away in its proper place.
The floor was wet, recently mopped by the janitorial staff before dispatch agents and secretaries start to arrive. The sound of his black shoes squeaking as they slid out from under him was his first warning that he was going down, and automatically, he flailed his arms out to catch himse