Cookie-Fairy-Narnia

Disclaimer: I don't own Black Butler or any of its characters (sadly). Of all the things I’ve seen, there are several things I do not understand. One of those things is humans. Another is ‘emotion’. But instead of delving into philosophical topics, I will instead ponder about another ‘event’: funerals. You see, I learned a while ago that funerals are merely for those who have not accepted the fact that someone is no longer living. Most do not get to see their funeral. And those who do have normally not died. They’ve ‘cheated’. Of course, I may just be rambling, but I do have a point. …

Disclaimer: We don’t own LoZ, or any of its characters. A/N: Hello! Sorry that this is so late! Uhh… well I’ve (Cookie-Fairy-Narnia) have been a hiatus and we both have had exams. Just a lil’ warning… There is some strong language and some minor gore content. Don’t forget to check out SilverAmarant, who wrote this with me and drew the cover art. ^_^ “We’re here!” Ghirahim exclaimed, gesturing towards his room. Cringing immensely, you couldn’t help but ask. “You’re… not going to do anything to me, right?” He flipped his hair melodramatically, looking toward

“Idiot.” You muttered to yourself, allowing the water run down your face. “Ahomine.” Despite spewing abuse at said ‘Ahomine’, you stood inside his lounge, wearing his clothes, drying your hair with one of his towels. Somehow, everything reminded you of him. Well, it was his house, after all. “You’re finished?” He said, standing up. At that point, you realized how he was only wearing a pair of shorts. “PUT SOME CLOTHES ON AHOMINE!” You threw a towel at him, though you knew that it wouldn’t solve the issue. “I’m going for a shower.” Was his excuse. He

“I’m going.” You said calmly. Ciel was still in bed, his eyes only barely open. “By the time I get there, it should be just after sunrise. I should be back by noon.” Without saying nothing else, you left. Of course, Sebastian had given you a map and also warned you of the stench of human blood that would be there. He also warned you that there was also the chance of death. But that was the way it always was for you. As a precaution, you went via forest, jumping from tree to tree with elegance. Every time you jumped, you felt a little lighter. Until you were practically soaring through the trees, feeling the w

In a desolate area of London stood a book shop. Whilst not large in size, it was well furnished, housing a variety of books. “Why don’t you get out more?” A girl asked. “You know me,” Your voice was calm. “I prefer books.” Sat at counter, you held a large book in your hands. “Books are basically portals, anyway.” The co-worker sighed. “There are so many different people you can meet through books. So many different places to see. Don’t you agree?” Another sigh filled the room and once again, you smiled, victoriously. “Are you going to another party, tonight?”

Disclaimer: We don’t own LoZ (duh…) or you as a reader (also duh…) We do however, own this story (which is written by both me and Silver Amarant). Enjoy! Did you know that there are such things as demons? These beings, whilst not commonly seen by the vast public, retain superhuman abilities, driven by their masters ‘orders’. Those ‘demons’ are  known to be evil and chaotic due to the gruesome deeds they must carry out for their masters and have been since feared for being ‘heartless’. But did you know, that sometimes, these ‘demons’ fall in love? Of course you do. After a

“You’re dead.” I said blankly. “You’re still dead. And yes, dead, dead. Not living dead.” You still say nothing, too engaged in gazing at the roaring sky. “Why am I here?” You look at me, wearily. “And what’s with the scythe?” “It’s a fashion statement. And you are here because there is the chance that you’ll be revived, if you will.” A moment passes to allow the words to sink in. “Technically it’s you being reborn, actually. But for some reason people prefer revival for some reason.” “Pardon?” Sitting down, I finally de

"Good morning, My Lady." Opening your sleep deprived eyes you saw a usual sight. Someone waiting. Looking around, you saw the same audacious furniture that seemed to match Alois’ lifestyle. A chandelier hung from the sealing, each of the crystals glimmering in the sunlight. To you left stood an unfamiliar man. Though he was well dressed, you knew that he really didn’t care all too much about you. "Who are you?" The same recurring question seemed to be your new catchphrase.  "Ah...  The butler from yesterday." An image of his piercing gaze locked in your memory.  However, the butler seemed disinterested with the wh

Sometimes in life, we get lost. Whether physically, or mentally. In those times, we need someone to rely on. A shoulder to cry on. Someone to guide us. After all, life doesn’t come with a map of where we need to go. Unfortunately, this story is filled with regret and loss. … “Where am I?” Opening your eyes slowly, you faced a harsh reality. “This isn’t…” A chandelier adorned the vast ceiling, audacious pieces of furniture throughout the room. Sat on one of the many chair was a boy with platinum hair, a grin plastered on his face. “Welcome to the Trancy Manor.” His voice echoed th

Within a grand hall stood several different members of the Survey Corps, each of them with a stern expression on their faces. “What’s going on?” You asked to yourself, a bad feeling settling in your stomach. From the far right side of the hall, a man wearing a mask strolled through the door. “Welcome, members of the Survey Corps!” He greeted you all, his voice fluent with fake enthusiasm. “Today we have you all to participate in a G-A-M-E!” No one said a word. All eyes fixated on that one person. “The Survey Corps are a source of hope for everyone within the walls. So, my dear murderers, I sh