HentaiOnee-Sama

Special. Yes, that's what we were called, those who were lucky enough to be gifted with Geass. I suppose they're right in a way, only certain humans can wield Geass. I remember when I acquired mine, I was met by a strange boy, who looked somewhere in his teens, with jet black hair and vibrant green eyes and I was only six years old. He said I amused him with the strange way I went about life. He asked me if I desired to be different and important. And I told him at every child wants to be special, to be able to change the world. I never told his name, but he smirked at me and gave me Geass. Excitement rushed through my veins as he explained

Kyouya Ootori was a pervert. That was all you could say about that. After all, it was his fault that you tripped. It was his fault that you landed on a particularly expensive coffee table that had been brought to his home for a special occasion. And, of course, it was his fault for coming up with your punishment. You tugged uncomfortably at the bottom of the skimpy maids’ outfit you wore as you leaned up to dust a particularly large bookshelf in Kyouya’s private study. Kyouya had insisted that you owned him one months of maid service in exchange for the broken table. You, on the other hand, had insisted that you would pay for it.

Lost in thought, I walked the stairs to the second floor of the school where my biology class was being held. My steps were slow, my limbs weighed down by depressing thoughts. It was only second period and I didn’t know how I would get through the day. I wanted to lie down on the floor and forget the world. But I dragged myself along, only the rigmarole of school keeping me going. Unfortunately, my thoughts elsewhere, I wasn’t paying particular attention to my surroundings and didn’t realise I’d already reached the top of the staircase until I tried to mount another step and fell forward when my foot fell through air.

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RU5ilJwDOPs Please listen while you read!) Violet. A color of royalty.  A symbol of imagination. A representation of dreams. This was how you saw it. And that was why it remained in your heart as your cherished color. The golden light of the morning sun ran through your eyelids like a thread through a needle. As the sensitive nerves ached, you peeled them open only to turn away from the invasive light. It wasn’t that you particularly hated mornings. You just preferred not to acknowledge its presence, particularly on this morning. You wanted time to reverse, reverse to the night before. A sm

Lelouch x Reader: New Girl First day of school, first class done. Your name was (F/N) (L/N). You had just moved to Ashford Academy after your parents were assassinated and you were living in a hotel a few blocks away. Your good friend was council president, so you planned to visit her after your first break. You wandered around the halls, quite lost. After a few minutes, you came across an open door, and peeked in. You saw a boy, maybe a year older than you, with a cat in his lap, talking to a boy with blue hair. “You gotta pick someone, Lelouch. Can’t be single forever.” “No… I just don’t want to.&rd