Break despierta en un lugar completamente inesperado.

Nuestro subconsciente nos traiciona en ciertas ocasiones, nuestro corazón nos delate dejando a veces nuestros sentimientos más profundos al descubierto. Y hay personas como Elliot Nightray que son más susceptibles a caer en estas tretas que nos juega nuestra mente. [AU] [Elliot x Alice]

The black feathers my be Glen's crown, but they're Oswald's chain.

The color silver shows up a lot during Oswald's life, namely in the form of sharp things. Only at the end does he understand the color's true nature.

These nightmares won't leave Oswald alone...maybe that's because he knows they're real, or at least will be some day. (Written for the prompt "Oswald has a nightmare about executing Lacie and she comforts him? :D")

How did Reim get his glasses? Two of the Rainsworth boys are having trouble seeing properly. One needs a physical fix, and the other may need something a bit deeper.

It is in autumn that she lost him, but it is in autumn that she recalls...

A short poem for the Rainsworth Trio, written for Pandora Hearts Month 2021 on Tumblr.

Do demon's reside in the left hand after all? If so, Gilbert's in need of an exorcism. Exploring some of Gilbert's internal monologue in chapter 78, and how current events relate to Break's warning earlier in the series.

Jack, Glen, Vincent, and Gilbert thought they were going on a relaxing vacation in the mountains, but a creature from The Abyss has a bit of an adventure in store...or is it a warning?

To Claire there's no greater wish than to seek that which has been lost to her:her past.But as she ventures out into an unknown world,she will find just how cruel reality can be. Will she play by the hand fate has dealt her with? Or will she dare against the fates for control over her own life. Choices are what her life has always been about and she'll have to face the toughest yet

"Léo", c'est trois lettres. Un garçon perdu entre deux mondes qui l'effraient. Un orphelin difficile à gérer. Un valet fidèle et dévoué. "Léo", c'est toute une histoire qui début bien plus tôt que nous ne le pensons.

"When you get hit by Cupid's arrow—you're supposed to fall in love with the first person you see!"

Gil has grown in countless ways since he lost Oz for the second time, but the same question that has haunted him for fifty years still lingers in the smoke of his cigarette. What if they had been allowed to grow together? Half asleep and nicotine-buzzed, he wishes on a star for an impossible dream.

Jack, Lacie and Oswald spend the Christmas together in a cuddle pile while watching movies. Modern AU

Ariane ne se souvient plus. Les salles noires lui font peur. Les gens ont peur d'elle, de son œil rouge, de ses cheveux bizarres. Tout ce qu'elle voudrait, c'est de ne pas être née sous une mauvaise étoile.

Gilbert was used to plans going awry. That came with the territory with friends like Oz and Alice. What he wasn't ready for was them both transforming back into children, leaving him as a babysitter as they searched for a cure.

There was an old toy in the closet. It was an old stuffed toy rabbit, red coat dirty and tattered, big, once pure white ribbon yellow with age.

He remembers a tiny hand holding onto his larger one and blood-red eyes looking at him full of trust and love he never deserved.

And Oz can still hear the dull thud, the smell of iron and scissors that never leave his vision, and he hates it, he hates it, he hates it.

"To me, Alice's existence is like the Sun."

Oz looked exactly like how Oscar remembered him. Fifteen and bright-eyed, wide smile on his face from seeing the little lady's win.

The large hand was a familiar weight, gentle and oh, so warm. Uncle Oscar hasn't changed at all, hasn't changed the way he looked at him, no trace of hatred in his eyes. Standing in front of him, fingers playing with his tie, Oz felt just like a little child.

She didn't remember what. But every time she looked around, something was missing. Whumptober2020: Memory loss

No, stop it. Please, stop. I don't want to hurt him. Not again, never again. Whumptober 2020: Prompt 6 (Stop, please)