They couldn't be more different. Ridley is a knight in shining white armor, so perfect in every way that it makes people hardly able to stand him. Prince Vandel on the other hand (aka the evil demon prince of darkness) is the sworn enemy of the kingdom, obsessed with gaining power and wearing beautiful clothes. The two young men are right out of a fairytale, practically made to be archenemies...but what if they ended up falling in love instead?

ℙ𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕, 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕟, 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝, 𝕘𝕠 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕗. 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕛𝕦𝕞𝕡 𝕚𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞. ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖? 𝕐/𝕟 𝕃/𝕟. 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕕𝕠𝕟𝕥 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥. 𝕊𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕚𝕞, 𝕄𝕣. ℝ𝕠𝕠𝕗𝕞𝕒𝕟. ℍ𝕦𝕙.... 𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕒𝕟 𝕠𝕕𝕕 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖... 【︎Completed】︎ 【︎Angst】︎ 【︎Short Story】

(𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐎𝐂𝐱𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐭) ≫ ──── ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ ──── ≪ "Marry me!" That's the first thing Rei Junichiro said when he met Kyoya Ootori when they were children. The Junichiro and Ootori Group have always been in bad terms. They decided to hold a peace meeting to strengthen the bond between the two companies. When Rei was introduced to Kyoya, he was immediately struck by Kyoya's beauty, thus he fell in love with him at first sight. The fathers of the two children agreed that they should marry since it will be a great way to strengthen the bond between the two groups. Kyoya had no choice but to accept the marriage proposal for his family's company. He expected that their marriage will not involve any romantic feelings, but he was taken aback with Rei's affection. ≫ ──── ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ ──── ≪ (Note: I do not own OHSHC. I only own my OCs.)

(MaleOCxHost) Nanashima Akira is a member of the host club. Their financial adviser. An accountant. He works closely with the host club regarding all their finance's as well is in charge of planning parties and any social events they have. Akira is quite poised and well-mannered. He works closely with Kyoya and finds himself in a rather awkward situation when a young boyish-girl slips her way into the club and breaks a vase that cost 8 million yen. Follow Akira in his adventures with the host club and adventures in love as well. Disclaimer: Contains Yaoi, None of the photos are mine and none of the characters belong to me besides my own original characters.

Shota Aizawa is in love, and he has been for the past fifteen years. Being in love with your highschool teacher isn't ideal. Remaining in love with said teacher after they're killed? Even worse. Still, Shota can't seem to escape his feelings. It's not like anything is spurring them on. Mr. Hiroki Akisuka had been dead for a decade now, and still Aizawa's affections remained. His heart still fluttered at the mere memory of the dead man, and his cheeks would still flush. He thought he'd die alone with his irrational feelings. In fact, he'd actually been planning on it. He had no qualms with going down alone. At least, that's how he felt before his teacher rose from the dead, cheerful as ever, and just as attractive as Aizawa remembered him to be.

/HIATUS/ ((Boy X OC Boy)) ((OHSHC Fanfiction)) "I thought this was one sided. . ." "Does that mean. . .?" "It means I feel the same." 《♡》 Tadase Yatamori, son of the richest man in China who also happens to own the largest medical chain of businesses in the world. He is also the youngest out of the two Yatamori sons. He is a pawn, a pawn of no true power to his father. Tadase's older brother had claimed that spot of fame. Tadase was forced into a marriage to expand his father's wealth. Will this turn out for the best? Or will it be a nightmare? I don't own OHSHC all rights go to the owners. Except my oc of course.

It feels like I'm under water. I can hear you speaking but I can't find it within myself to care. I know I'm talking, but I can barely hear what I'm saying. I know I'm bleeding but for some reason, I can't feel the pain. I'm just numb. I'm supposed to be saved by a knight is shining armor. A carefree prince that can break me out of my stone cold faze, with an exuberant smile and heartfelt laugh. But for some reason, it wasn't him. It was you.