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Eying him from behind the counter, he was frighteningly stunning. Although you were busy helping his mink friend around freshly baked honey buns, you couldn’t keep your eyes off from him. Through the glass, you continued to give sly peeks towards his way.   “C-Can I get you anything?” Mustering up the courage to approach him, you sheepishly asked.   He paused for a second, taken aback from the innocent question. As his eyebrows dropped into a disgusted slouch, his words fell out without thinking, “No, I hate bread.”   You held back for a moment unsure of how to respond. The words initially not making any sense b

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8RjWHyUMi1c Please listen while you read!) “Vlad, look! Do you see them?” “Hm? What is it? What do you see?” He watches you. Your eyes become dark pools of translucence, reflecting the light of the glittering stars. The delicate sickles beneath them transform them into vast oceans that extend beyond the heaven’s realms. The small opening in the ceiling of your prison cell provides only a preview of what you longed to see most: The outside world, a place you could run free and wild with no chains to break and rub raw your porcelain skin. He sees that desire glinting even as yo

In My Haunted Eyes Disclaimer:  I do not own the characters of Inuyasha. -oOo- My name is Kagewaki – Lord Hitomi Kagewaki.  And once, it was also Naraku. In a way. Oh, I was not truly that evil half-youkai, rather, that being made me a part of him.  I had no choice in the matter, and all I could do was watch in horror the things that hanyou did to others while wearing my likeness. I had never been one for cruelty – blame that on my mother.  My father certainly had.  He didn't care for my soft heart, as he called it, insisting that as his heir, I had to be harsh to be able to rule well. I didn't agree then, and I agree even le

"Oh come on dear, let me give you a make-over please!!!!" Your flamboyant friend Grell Sutcliff whines at you, pouting his adorable little pout that you just can't say no to. "YEEEEE thank youuuuuu!!!!!" Grell bounces around your living room looking all excited. You had never let him do this before because,well, you just really didn't like make-up in the first place. You thought that a little, natural make-up was fine, but when a girl's make-up made Barbie jealous, it's time to stop. Grell lays out all the make-up you own onto your bed, and he looked disappointed. All you had was a few powders, a bottle of liquid foundation, orange blush,

The Queen’s Gambit It was a quiet day in music room #3. The Host Club didn’t have any planned activities or cosplays for the remainder of the week and, while that might affect the rest of their customer base, it was something that you personally enjoyed. Fewer customers meant fewer responsibilities for the club’s shadow king, and in turn, meant that you were able to spend more time with him. These quiet afternoon meetings had started earlier in the year when you had mistakenly stumbled into the (apparently not) abandoned music room whilst looking for a quiet place to sit. You were greeted as any other first time guest and

The orange ticket means Portgas D. Ace. Vivi waves at him, as Carina grimaces in annoyance. It’s highly probable she wanted to be the one picking the orange ticket. You shrug at him, who’s one of your best friends, getting in the closet with a resigned smile. The dim light spreads inside when Nami closes the door. He crosses his arms on his muscular chest, left uncovered by his unbuttoned cowboy shirt, standing proudly. «I bet half of the girls hate you now!» You lift an eyebrow. «Is that so, Mr. Prince?» «Hey, mind the hat!» he utters, pointing at his cowboy hat «I’m from the Far We

In this life I am not Cosette. I will never have radiantly beautiful hair, Nor the finest clothes. Instead I can only make due with knots, My hair matted and my clothes torn. Wondering what it must be like To not worry about him disappearing, Or to let him go knowing he'll be back. In this life I am not Cosette. I will never see adoration in his gaze, Nor the warmth in his smile. Instead I can only advert my eyes, Pining for what if's and what could be's. Wondering what it must be like To feel his touch upon her skin, Or to hear him whisper her name at night. In this life I am not Cosette. I will never again walk alongside him, Nor listen t