Yandere Ciel A/u x reader [His princess] ONESHOTCiel A/U His princess.Yandere Ciel A/u x reader [His princess] ONESHOT by HorribleArtistGirl
"Prince Ciel has requested you're presence, lady ______..." ______ blinked she had no idea why the prince would want to see her. After all, she wasn't high class! Not that she was middle class either though...
She was somewhere in the middle. Living a comfortable life. She worked at a tailor shop and was very busy working on some requests...She looked at the butler standing in front of her, leaning against her door frame..."But uh, why, may I ask?" The butler simply gave her a small smile. "Prince Ciel has seen you're work, he wants to make you his personal tailor..."
_____ was startled. She had no idea her work had grown so big! How had he even heard-no, where had he seen her work? She wondered this, idly, smoothing out her slightly worn, navy blue dress.
"How has he seen my work?" The butler tilted his head. "Do you remember a miss Elizabeth?" _____ slowly nodded her head. "Yes, well, she is a dear friend of Prince Ciel...She showed him a dres
Nyo!BelarusxReader: My ObsessionNyo!BelarusxReader: My Obsession by Banshee-Scream
Your touch, your ways
Leave me dumb without reason
Your love, my cage
My prison so pleasing
I spend my days
Tangled in thoughts of you
Stuck in this place
Resigned to be your fool
I thirst no longer
Drenching my soul
Pour out like water
You're my only infatuation
Don't leave me stranded
In my obsession
-Skillet My Obsession
"Please Belarus go away!" you shouted hiding behind you locked front door.
You could hear his nails scraping away at the wood of the door. It was only a matter of time before your Belarusian stalker got through the barrier between the two of you, "Niama!" [No] he shouted, "Come out _________, let's become one!"
Letting out a slight whimper you unconsciously gripped the knife in your hand tighter as you tried to get further and further into the corner. "Please please make it stop."
"________, this nasty door that is separating us is almost gone," with a loud crack the door flew off its hinges and there he stood. Nikolai Arlofsky; personification of Belarus, he w
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