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Fanfiction: "Yes, My Lady" ch3Chapter 3: Crème de la crème (The best of the best)
"Oh my! Is that the Earl Phantomhive?"
"Such disgrace! To involve himself in such an act."
"It would probably be better if I do not trade with his company any further."
"Who would have thought that the young earl was into those kinds of hobbies?"
Ciel looked around him in disbelief. He felt helpless as everyone shot him glares of utter disgust. The humiliation overwhelmed the child as he avoided their criticizing gazes and clasped his hands over his ears. Sebastian!
The young earl shut his eyes tight, blinding and deafening himself from the mockery that has befallen him.
"—aster…!" No more. Just get away from me!
"…Young Master!" He felt a hand grab his arm. Ciel, by reflex, immediately wrenched it away from the stranger's grasp. "Go away!" He cried out.
"Young Master! Please wake up!" Sebastian? The earl's eyes shot wide open as he came face to fac
Fanfiction: "Yes, My Lady" ch2Chapter 2: Bonbon (Candy)
"Un… Deux… Trois… Un… Deux… Trois— Young Master, I wish to inform you that that was my foot you've just stepped on. Un… Deux… Trois…" Sebastian counted— and kept reminding Ciel about his foot— while the two of them began the young earl's dancing lessons. Ciel would stumble down here and there from time to time and Sebastian would just shook his head and help the boy back up before they continue on with the routine.
As today's dance lesson almost reached the end, Ciel collapsed on the floor, exhausted. "No more!" He cried out, breathing out one big sigh. Sebastian slightly frowned at his master's lack of motivation. "Young Master, we have less than a week to prepare. It would be quite embarrassing for such a pretty young lady if she doesn't even know how to dance well." Ciel's cheeks turned a bright shade of pink as his butler mentioned the word pretty. Did S
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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