Final part-a collection of AU/AU-based drabbles. I hope you've all enjoyed this story~

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AU: (Author's Choice - High School)

"Look who's here," A smooth, familiar voice purred from Ciel's side.

"She's taking her clothes off," the blue-eyed teen said, not even looking at Sebastian.

The tiny crescent of tree-ringed beach was packed with teenagers drinking beer, playing music too loud, and chicken-fighting in the water, but Ciel couldn't take his eyes off of the auburn-haired girl undressing at the water's edge. Lightly freckled hands tugged down the zipper on a bulky army jacket with ripped off sleeves to reveal a faded plaid bikini pulled taut around supple curves.

I'll be damned. There's a real girl underneath all those two-size-too-big men's clothes.

Apparently unaware of Ciel's scrutiny, Doll waded calf-deep into the lake, a small grin on her lips. Then, she looked over her shoulder—dead at Ciel. The girl flashed a huge grin and winked at the blue-eyed boy watching her from shore before executing a perfect swan dive into the murky-turquoise water.

Like a mirage, she was gone, and all Ciel could think was, She fucking winked.

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AU 2: (Author's Choice - Bonnie & Clyde)

The engine of their lovely stolen car purrs as they ready themselves. It's incredibly peaceful, this moment, even as it thrums with excitement, impending adrenaline, and possiblity. Doll is in the fuckin' zone, and she reckons Smile is too. He swigs whiskey while she drags on the cig. They trade. No rush. Loading and locking their guns as they wait for the bank to open. It does.

Doll weighs the twin pistols in her hands. Comforting, even to a novice. (She remembers Smile teaching her how to shoot properly, back pressed tight against hers—the same way she'd taught him to throw knives. Fast learners, both of them.)

"Now's the part," she flicks the ruined cigarette after one last drag, "where you tell me to wait in the car."

"Maybe," Smile downs the last of the whiskey like it's the last precious thing his lips will ever touch, "if I was a fucking moron."

But he's not a fucking moron, and Doll is determined to replace the sweet burn of liquor on his lips with her own special brand.

She smiles, barbarously. "Show time."

Their mouths crush together, broken bits fitting so goddamn well. She minds the sawed-off on his lap, and his hand avoids the knife in her garter as it grips her thigh. Something searing and wild brews between them, but they have to tear apart before their window of opportunity closes.

"Let the game begin," He agrees, countering with an unholy smirk. Their un-damaged, un-patched eyes glitter at each other like those of feral things.

With one final clash of lips, they heft their weapons, leap from the car, and surge toward the bank with all the ferocity a coming storm.

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Wine: Drunk Texts Between the Characters

Dolll...ok im werring ur prformce dress...wat do I do now?/...Doll?! [12:44 am]

Screw it, it''ss my trn to Ddare [12:45 am]

U there? [12:46 am]

Wtevr [12:47 am]

I darr you to...RUN TOPLESS THRU MAIN STRT! [12:48 am]

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Lollll, Challlllenge Accpted! (1:01 am)

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Night: 2am Text/Call Between the Characters

"Hey, Doll."

"Ciel—is everything okay?"

"Of course. Did I wake you?"

"Doesn't matter. How's the business trip?"

"Fine."

"I miss you."

"Me too."

"..."

"..."

"Did you have one of your nightmares?"

"...Could you...sing me a song?"

"Anything?"

"Anything."

"This is what I brought you, this you can keep / this is what I brought, you may forget me / I promise you my heart, just promise to sing / kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep."

"Mm..."

"This what I thought, I thought you'd need me / this is what I thought so think me naïve / I'd promise you a heart, you'd promise to keep / kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep..."

"..."

"Ciel?"

"..."

"Sweet dreams, Smile."