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The days that had come and gone within the passing week had been worth everything to the Prince of Bengal. The Phantomhive boy had given him decent enough hospitality, but Prince Soma Asman Kadar had found himself less in the Phantomhive Estate Manor and more in amongst the common rabble. London had always peaked the young prince's interest, as he loved witnessing the custom of foreigners and sampling their very way of life. Each and every aspect of London was a million times different from his home country, and he had to admit, he simply loved it. London was the home to many strange things, but the most important to Soma were the street per

i. You aren't the ruins of Greece. You don't combust into fascination when the black rose you planted years ago finally bloom and poison your veins and stop your heart beat in  black splotches and dirty grenade. The Earth won't mould trees or ocean or clouds into your image when rust seeps into your wrist, turning you into a sculpture of grey hands and silver blood. You won't smile knowing a spider is creeping up your throat, spider webbing your tongue and robbing your voice away. ii. You can't tame a wild boar with tombstone nails. You don't have to get why your wounds rot like the speed of a full-on hail storm and why others

Summary: Anime/Fandom: Pokemon Title: [UNDECIDED] Steven Stone x Male!Reader Oneshot Warnings: None. A soft wisp of air passed by [Male Name], as he yawned and tugged at his dirtied grey shirt for a little bit of warmth. He leaned back into the Pokemon that was lying behind him, gently pressing his back into Arcanine's side with a quiet little 'hmph'. The large beast blew a smoky little sigh on the top of it's owners head as if to say, 'don't worry. We're almost done'. [Eye Colour] eyes boredly glanced to a torch that was resting upon the wall. It wasn't a very modern torch; a simple block of wood with the end on fire. "Steven," [Male Name]

Summary: Anime/Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club Title: Selfish Kyoya Ootori x Male!Reader Oneshot Warnings: None. An alarm was not a welcoming sound, as Kyoya had mentally noted down as he was forcefully dragged from a dimension of sweet dreams. He heard shuffling beside him, and a pressure was removed from his chest as that infernal beeping continued its dreadful tune. Cracking open his eyes with a somewhat pained expression, he glared at the man whom was sat on the edge of the bed, tiredly reaching for his phone so that he could turn off that alarm. "You get back in this bed, right this instant." Kyoya was not a morning person. Everyb