#Lady Violetta Tatsuya

[rose-demica]

Happy (slightly late) Wednesday Ask-A-Thon from the @ask-a-thon team!

What is your OC's favorite food? Why is this food their favorite? Do they eat it often or mostly as a treat?"

Ooh, I don't actually know off the top of my head...

I think Violetta has a weakness for Savoury French pastries, she probably has a favourite boulangerie (bakery) she goes to every time she's in France.

Katherine and Daniel are both about to end up at a cafe, so it will be interesting to see what they order, and if they have any particular favourites to learn about.

[rose-demica]

Heya! So I stumbled across another A/B/O / Omegaverse story app and got hooked on one of the stories. Then the thought came to me, where would Kyoya Ootori fit if he were in that universe? The answer? I don't know... I would love to here other peoples opinion! Let's discuss where Kyoya would fit?

Here though, is the one shot that spawned from that thought and wouldn't leave me alone until it was written. Huge thanks to the amazing @mariekoukie6661 for checking over this and making sure I had my omegaverse facts right. (I did not, and now might need to do more research). Divider a gift from the lovely @buckys-zomdoll.

Fandom: Ouran High Host Club

Pairing: Kyoya Ootori x Violetta Tatsuya (OC, part of a larger fic that will appear one day).

Kyoya frowns, catching Violetta as she glances at him, before returning her gaze to her manilla folder and giggling. She’s been doing it for the past - 8 minutes and 43 seconds by his count, and he’s had quite enough. What could she possibly be doing that was causing this much amusement? She had barely said hello, and hadn’t gotten up to greet him when he arrived, instead folding her folder shut while he came to her. She’d given him the briefest kiss before apologising, saying she really needed to finish up with this case and then she’d be all his. Not abnormal, he often had to wait, and he didn’t mind, he had more than enough to do himself of course. But laughing!? At him? Is this really a case? Has his father done something embarrassing and he has yet to hear about it?

He looks up, locking on those violet eyes and holding them in place when she looks at him again. She meets his gaze, laughter making her eyes sparkle more than they normally did. He watches the micro-expressions on her face as she tries to repress her laughter, but soon enough her nose crinkles as pearls of laughter escape her lips, head thrown back. 

“THATS IT!” He stands, snapping his laptop shut. “What is so funny?” He expects her laughter to stop, but it doesn’t, she only laughs harder, doubling over before falling off her chair. He waits, clenching his jaw as his anger grows. 

“Wait-” Violetta gasps, holding up a hand, visable over her desk. “I need help.” Not one to deny his lady in need, Kyoya steps around the desk, offering Violetta a hand, She takes it, leaving the folder on the ground as he helps her to her feet, an arm wrapping around her waist and holding her to him. 

“Pray tell,” He speaks through gritted teeth, hooking a finger under her chin and lifting her gaze to his. “What could possibly be so amusing about me?” There are tear tracks through the makeup on her cheeks, liquid simmering in her eyes as she squeezes them shut, trying to muffle the giggle that rattles through both of them. 

“Alright, so-” She doesn’t open her eyes as she starts to speak. “I’m working on a copyright case involving stories-” 

“Wait, what branch of law do you work in?” He thought she did business law, but she’s been looking at all sorts of cases recently. 

“Business mostly.” She opens her eyes to look at him, smiling a little, but not breaking down into laughter this time. “But I check over lots of cases, from all branches. My firm offers everything after all.” He nods, and she waits a moment before continuing. “Have you heard of something called Omegaverse?” The blank look on his face is answer enough, and he watches the corners of her lips twitch. “Sylvia’s complained about it a few times. Essentially there are werewolves, and within those werewolves, they’re split into groups. The one I’m working in just have Alpha’s and Beta’s, but some have Omega’s. Alpha’s are big boss wolves, generally lead the pack, generally only one in a pack. Beta’s are their right hand, Omega’s are just normal wolves, although sometimes they are abused and treated as servants.” 

“I do know how the Greek alphabet goes, my love.” He replies, so far none of this explains why she is laughing so hysterically at him. 

“Don’t interrupt me.” Violetta raises an eyebrow, daring him to keep speaking, but he stays quiet, which only causes her to burst into laughter once more. 

“Violetta.” He growls warningly, “You’re testing my patience.” She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down once more. 

“Right. It’s ridiculously sexist by the way. Most of what I could find are on those reading apps you have to either pay for or wait a stupidly long time for. And of those, rarely ever is there a female alpha, they mainly serve as Luna, which is just basically the Alpha’s mate. But, why can’t a female be Alpha, or Beta in their own right, why do they need to rely on a man? I really need to find a bunch with a female Alpha just to see-

“Violetta.” He cuts her off before she can start rambling about it. This still hasn’t explained why she’s laughing at him. 

“And also this mate thing. I get the whole theory, you have a soul mate - or sometimes several, which just seems counterproductive. And if you did have a soul mate, someone who is perfect for you in every sense of the word why would you reject them? Not only that, but they frame your mate as being a gift from the moon goddess, so isn’t rejecting them therefore also rejecting and spitting in the face of your goddess like-” He presses his lips against hers, silencing her. Her body softens in his hold, leaning into him, a hand sliding into his hair as she kisses him back. 

“Why were you laughing at me?” He whispers, pulling away from her. 

“Not at you per say-” He cuts her off with another kiss. “I haven’t even mentioned the mate bonding thing yet-” 

“They bite each other on a special gland that cements their bond and makes it known to the whole world. Generally while having sex.” He interrupts, her eyes go wide as she looks up at him.

“You did know!” Violetta steps back out of his hold, stooping to pick up the folder from the floor. This time it’s him chuckling at her. “You would have your answer by now if you’d said so!” 

“This is more amusing.” There is no way he’s telling her exactly how or why he knows about this whole ordeal. ”So.” He takes a step towards her, ducking his head and staring intently. “Why?” She gulps, taking a step back. 

“I was hypothesising.” Violetta brings the folder between them, shielding herself. “You see, I’ve been trying to figure out where you would fit in the universe.” What? His feet stop moving, eyes going wide. “Theoretically you’d just say Alpha and be done right? But Kyo- you are just so amazing at being a Beta. I mean, if you look at the Host club, you’re absolutely the Beta. You defer to Tamaki, he has the ideas, you make them happen. Then in real life,.. Heck, you’d make a fantastic Luna.” He feels his jaw drop, but he can’t control it, can’t bring it back. She thinks he’d be a good Luna?! “I could be the alpha, I would have you as my Luna in a heartbeat.” He forces himself to close his jaw, back straightening. Violetta should take it as a warning, but she’s laughing at him, again! “But then you look at your Shadow empire, and Alpha doesn’t seem so far stretched.” She raises a hand to her eyes, dabbing at the tears that escape. 

“Stop it.” He takes a step closer, but she doesn’t notice, eyes closed as she tries to control her giggles.

“But like, I just can’t imagine you as an alpha, barking orders, refusing to take smack from anyone, being all growl-y and possessive and demanding. It just... it doesn’t fit.” He reaches out, snatching the folder from her hands. Her eyes fly open just in time to see him fling it over his shoulder, paper flittering everywhere. “Kyoya!” He grabs her as she goes to move past him to collect it all back up, lifting her off her feet and throwing her onto her bed. 

Her eyes are wide as she watches him stalk closer, mouth opening to say something before stopping. With one hand, Kyoya undoes his belt, pulling it through all the loops before throwing it aside. 

“Not alpha enough?” He growls, dropping down onto the bed and crawling over her. A squeal leaves her lips as he tucks his head into her neck, jokingly biting before sucking the skin into his mouth. “I’ll show you.”

[rose-demica]

Kyoya Admits it

Fandom: Ouran High Host Club

Series: Unnamed WIP

Pairing: Kyoya Ootori / Violetta Tatsuya

Tags: @evilskank-inthemegacoven​

Cute little future one shot, may or may not be in the WIP when it’s done. 

Violetta smiled when she walked into her lover's bedroom, he was splayed out in the center of his overly large bed. The blankets shoved halfway off his body, showing off the skin that wasn’t covered by his low riding pyjama bottoms.

"My Lady." Violetta turned at the quiet whisper of her title, regarding the butler who offered her a glass of cold drinking water. "Merci. Please, do not disturb us further. Young Master Ootori hasn't been getting enough rest recently. I fear for his well being." Violetta took the offered glass, making sure to keep her voice at a minimum so as to not wake her partner.

"Of course my lady, shall we prepare a room for you?" The butler offered as a courtesy, but they both knew Violetta would curl up with Kyoya for the night. Neither spoke another word as the butler left, closing the door softly behind him.

Violetta took a few sips of her water, before placing it down on Kyoya's desk. Her feet made no sound on the floor as she maneuvered her way around to his drawers and stole a shirt to sleep in. It didn't take her long to change and slip into Kyoya's bed. Laying in front of him, her hand reaching out so her fingertips gently stroked his jaw. "Come here then." He grumbled, turning and lifting an arm so she could cuddle into him. Never opening an eye, knowing instinctively that it was her. His arm fell across her waist as his chest pressed against her back. He nuzzled his head against her auburn curls, sighing happily. Violetta rested her arm over his, trying to pull him closer around her body as she struggled to keep her tears at bay. "Bad day at the office?" He asked softly, squeezing her waist once. Violetta tried to reply, but all that came out was a sob. Rolling over, she buried her face in his chest, unable to stop crying now the torrent had started. Kyoya didn't say anything, he only wrapped her up tighter in his arms. Kissing the top of her head and running his hand up and down her spine soothingly. "One of my lawyers is dealing with a case, it involves gross negligence and children. I had to look over it." Violetta started to explain through her sobs, taking deep breaths to try calm herself down. "One was only a wee baby, and none of them made it Kyoya. They all died, because this idiot couldn't be bothered-" Violetta cut herself off before she could say too much, careful not to break any laws that could make the guilty party walk free. Kyoya didn't know what to say, what he could say. Absolutely nothing he thought of would make her feel better. Nothing would take her mind of what she had read earlier. "Vi-" He stopped himself, kissing the top of her head again, nuzzling his nose into her hair and breathing in her scent deeply. He could feel her lips curl up in a smile at his actions. Kyoya smiled in return when she rolled over once more, snuggling back into him, entwining his fingers through hers as his arm laid over her waist. "Get some sleep beautiful, then you can get the bastard." Kyoya whispered, squeezing her closer to him as he slipped his leg between hers. "What would everyone say if I told them the great Shadow King is a snuggler?" Violetta murmured, laughing when his hands started to tickle her. Forced to prop his head up as she started trying to squirm away from him. He tightened his hold on her, keeping her pinned to his side while he showed no mercy. A smile tugging at his own lips as he opened his eyes and gazed down at her. "No one will ever believe you." He teased, moving his head to kiss her passionately, his hand stilling on her hip. Smiling when she relaxed and returned his kiss, a quiet complaint leaving her lips as he pulled away. "Get some sleep beautiful." He kissed her softly once more, before plopping back down and pulling back against his body, precisely where he wanted her. Listening as she started to relax, her breathing evening out. "I think I might just love you Ootori." Violetta whispered softly, falling asleep in his arms. Kyoya froze, looking at her, curled up asleep in his arms. "I don't think that's such a bad thing Lady Tatsuya, because I just might love you too." He replied softly, squeezing her closer to him, closing his eyes and waiting for sleep to claim him.

[rose-demica]

You sit at the side of the pool and soak your aching feet in the cool water.

Fandom: Ouran High Host Club

Series: Unnamed WIP

Pairing: Kyoya Ootori / Violetta Tatsuya (OFC)

Tags: @evilskank-inthemegacoven​

This one does fit in with the WIP, so slight spoilers maybe? I don’t know, this was one of the one shots that made me realize how much I like writing these two and their secret relationship.

Violetta sighed slipping her feet out of the stiletto heels she had worn, carelessly tossing them at the foot of a lounge chair. The fact they had cost her a few hundred dollars mattered little. The dress she wore hiked up to her knees with no difficulty, the long gown moved easily around her. She slipped her legs into the luke warm pool water, sighing with relief as the water not only soothed her aching feet, but came up to her calves as well. "That's Lady Hitachiins favourite design, should you be getting it wet?" A familiar smooth voice called out from behind her. Violetta sighed once more to herself, rolling her head back to look at the dark haired man who had followed her. "I'm not." She stated, gesturing towards the fabric folded across her lap. She could understand his concern, the sapphire gown was beautiful. A diamond studded sweetheart neckline refracted the light that touched it. The back was swept down as low as it could be modestly, the diamonds following the fabric around her chest and lower back. The fabric was sheer and silky down her body, a slit running from halfway down her thigh to the end of the dress. 

The dress showed off too much skin for Kyoya's liking, his girlfriend was modelling for the new Hitachiin line of American Prom dresses. A favour for her favourite twins. Not that the youngest Ootori didn't appreciate his girlfriend's amazing body, he was just unimpressed about the amount of other men that were admiring her, lusting after her as though she was an object simply there for their gratification, she was so much more than just that. "You could." He walked closer to her, taking off his jacket to drape it over her shoulders. "You look stunning." He kissed her head, before straightening up. "You don't look too bad yourself." She responded, tilting her head back to smirk up at him. Kyoya chuckled, bending down to kiss her sweetly. "Come on, we should get back to the party before those bothersome twins realise their favourite model is gone." He offered her his hand as a means to help her up. Violetta accepted his hand, smiling when he smoothly pulled her up towards him, the fabric fell back down her legs, his jacket falling from her shoulders as he spun her into his chest, twirling her around the pool side. He paused, long fingers tracing down the thin chain that sat nestled around her neck, the sapphire heart pendant he had gifted to her before they were together. Vi's hands rested softly on his chest, eyes locked on his face as he looked at her, his keen gaze seeming to soften slightly. "Violetta, I lo-" Violetta threw her weight behind her hands, shoving her lover into the pool behind him, he flailed before splashing into the water. Violetta shrieked, backing away to avoid the splash, but only breaking out in laughter when she received the Shadow King's menacing death glare. Slowly he made his way to the edge of the pool, pulling himself out of the water. Slowly he peeled off his once-white-now-see-through shirt top and tie, dropping them in a pile on the ground, with a flick his black dress shoes and socks joined the pile. Leather belt flinging water as he pulled it off. Left in only low slung pants as he growled and approached her. Violetta had just enough time to smother her laughter. Standing tall despite the anger her boyfriend openly directed towards her. The Youngest Ootori unable to scare her as easily as he could the others. "Can't get the dress wet remember?" She taunted, motioning to his dripping state. Her attention was drawn to the water droplets that rolled down his torso, finding the grooves between his abdominal muscles. The distraction was enough for Kyoya, reaching to her side and gathering a large amount of the fabric of her dress in one hand, with a sharp tug the fabric tore free of her body, pooling on the ground. An arm around her waist and another under her legs had her trapped firmly in his grasp. As he carried her towards the pool. "Kyo-" Violetta squirmed, trying to free herself, threat cut off by a scream when he jumped into the deep end of the pool, taking her with him. He released her then, and they both surfaced at the same time. Violetta splashing Kyoya with a soft smile. "You arse." "Didn't get the dress wet." He responded with a chuckle, swimming towards her. Vi immediately swam towards the shallow end, more than aware he was chasing after her. "Is my make up running?" Violetta stood turning to face him, hands swipping under her eyes. "You look beautiful." He whispered, catching her wrists and pulling her towards him as he stood just that fraction deeper than her. Violetta's legs wrapped around his hips, hands slung over his shoulders and resting in the water behind him. One of his hands cupped her face, the other rested on the small of her back to keep her held to him. "You always say that." She replied, resting her forehead on his. "It's always true." He kissed her before she could scoff and roll her eyes. Refusing to relinquish his hold on her, not that she fought to get away from him this time. "I need to get back." She eventually whispered, unwilling to do so, but more than aware of how much they both wanted to keep their relationship a secret. "Mmm." Kyoya hummed in agreement, on the same wavelength as her. Slowly he walked towards the pool edge getting shallower as he did so, lifting her to sit on the side rather than on him. Her legs remained wrapped around his waist. "That dress took ages to put on..." Violetta sighed, looking to the pile of fabric. "We could just leave?" Kyoya offered, resting his hands either side of her body and trailing kisses down her neck. "Hmm, tempting." Her hands tangled in his hair, tugging his head back to capture his lips with her own. "But suspicious." She added, pulling back. "So is the fact we're both soaked." Kyoya stated, motioning between them. "Well whose fault is that?" A raised eyebrow from her and a chuckle from him. "I do believe it's yours ma cherie." He made to kiss her again, but a throat clearing startled them both. Jumping away from each other and looking to the person who had caught them. "Violetta, darling, there you are. I wanted you to change gowns. Ootori-chan, I have a suit you can model. Come now." Lady Hitachiin smiled as she spoke, eyes focused on the young couple. Violetta refused to make eye contact, oddly fascinated by her fingernails. Kyoya was not so shy, watching as maids and butlers filed in with fluffy towels and clean dry clothes. "I heard the scream, got here in time to see you thrown in the pool. I had all the doors and windows overlooking here covered, organised new clothes and got back just now. I saw absolutely nothing." Violetta smiled mischievously at Kyoya, before turning to the older woman. "Sorry. We made sure not to get the dress wet." Yuzuha threw her head back openly laughing. "Come on." A well manicured hand was offered, helping Violetta up and leading her towards where the household servants had set up two impromptu changing rooms. Kyoya's eyes followed Vi as she walked away, her hips swaying as though to tease him, as if her near naked state wasn't enough. It was entirely his fault of course, he had removed her dress, leaving her in only her black lingerie. A towel was wrapped tightly around her as she was led out of sight. Instantly Yuzuha Hitachiins bright eyes were on him, a spark of fury entwined with protectiveness. "Violetta is like a daughter to me, you dare hurt her, and I promise you, Ootori or not, you will suffer." She hissed at the young man who still stood in the pool. "Not that it is any of your concern, but I have no intention of ever doing anything that could hurt her." Kyoya replied, pulling himself upwards and out of the water. A butler raced forward to sling a towel over his shoulders. "Intent and actions are not the same Ootori, you know this." Yuzuha walked away from him before he could come up with a reply, leaving him to the mercy of the butlers that were to help him dry, change and redress. A gasp drew his attention to his girl, he could hear her chattering away in French somewhere behind him, marveling over the beauty of her next gown. "You nearly ready?" A soft voice directed at him. Kyoya quickly finished changing, tugging on the deep violet shirt he had been given to wear. "Ready." A butler answered on his behalf, quick hands tying up his shirt, helping him into the jacket and shoving him out of the changing room. Violetta was waiting for him, her back turned to him as she spoke with Yuzuha. Kyoya froze, what he could see of the dress was amazing. It was the same deep purple as not only his shirt, but also Violetta's eyes. Silver vine like designs seemed to originate from the top of the halter, winding down around the corset outlining her hourglass shape before flaring out down down the left hand side of the gown. Unlike the sapphire gown, this one seemed to poof out more, giving an illusion of a princess. "Took you long enough." She teased, turning to face him once she felt his gaze on her back. His breath caught in his throat as he saw the full impact of Yuzuha's handiwork. The top was tight around her torso, the silver designs winding along the hemming of the top, diving down between her breasts to head around the back, the silver flare made half the dress seem to change colour as her weight shifted. "They won't let me wear my necklace." Violetta's hand rested on her bare neck, silver bracelet on her wrist sparkling in the light as she did so. A butler nudged Kyoya, passing him a box, he snapped it open, taking the offered necklace, motioning for Violetta to turn so he could fasten it around her neck. Her hands pulled her hair out of his way, the now dry curls resting over her left hand shoulder instead. His fingertips danced over her skin, ignoring their audience to press a kiss over the delicate silver chain and onto her skin. "Better?" He whispered, wrapping an arm around her waist. Vi's hand rested over his, slipping her fingers through his. Other hand lifting up the necklace to see it better. It was a thin and seemingly delicate silver heart made out of the same silver that composed the chain. Amethysts were encased along one side of the silver, sparkling in the little light there was. "Much, thank you." She replied, turning her head to kiss him on the cheek. It wasn't until they heard a click that they remembered their company, looking up to see Yuzuha with a camera in hand. "Beautiful, these pictures are... I have no words..." She sighed, flicking through the camera roll, ignoring the furious couple. "We had a deal Madam Hitachiin." Violetta spoke, sounding a lot calmer than Kyoya knew she was, her hand gripping tightly onto his own. "You agreed that photos could be taken and used for publication." Yuzuha agreed with a nod, "I agreed to pose for photos with the intention of being published. This violates those terms, also Master Ootori has not agreed to any photos being taken." "Actually..." Kyoya whispered, "I did. When I agreed to wear this suit and join you when you wore that dress." He corrected, her grip tightened further, but he was careful to show no pain or fear. "Am I not your lawyer?" She hissed, anger redirected him at the implication he'd signed paperwork she hadn't first approved of. "It was a surprise my love." He defended himself, resting his other hand on her hip. Violetta sighed, leaning back against him, the fight leaving her. "Kyo, this could-" She started to complain, "A modelling gig or two will not harm our professional lives, you have an amazing Body Vi, there is nothing wrong with showing it off a little, and it'll be easy enough to convince the public the photos were staged." He knew her arguments before she could even make them. "Fine." Vi relented with a sigh, turning beneath his hands to wrap her own arms around his neck. "But only because you brought me more shiny things." She whispered in his ear, "Darling, I'd buy you all the shiny things in the world if it would make you happy." He responded with his best 'host club voice'. Cradling her body closer to his own. "I know you would, but we both know it wouldn't." Came her soft response, before she stepped back, breaking out of his grasp. "But look at these shoes!" She exclaimed excitedly, lifting up the hem of her dress to reveal silver shaded stiletto heels. Thin straps held them around her ankles, dangling little bits of silver string on them, fake amethyst like gems at the end of each strand. Another studded band held the base onto the base of her feet just above the toes. "I love this whole outfit." Violetta sighed, dropping the fabric and running her hands down it. "You look breathtaking Vi." Kyoya complemented, knowing she was feeling slightly insecure without even needing to look at her. "Allow me to show you off." He offered her his arm with a playful bow, Violetta curtsied before accepting the offer, breezing past Yuzuha, too wrapped in each other to notice the camera flashes. All eyes were on them as the walked down the staircase into the main ballroom. Woman envious of both the gown, and the fact Kyoya was escorting her. Men murmured amongst themselves about how the youngest Ootori had snapped up one of Japan's most eligible bachelorettes, how her father was refusing all marriage proposals. Boys stared in disbelief, lusting after the woman encased in violet and silver. "That turned out spectacular!" Kaoru announced meeting them at the base of the stairs. "Still think gold would have suited better." Hikaru sulked, sliding up to his brother. Both twins wrapped an arm around Violetta, Kyoya taking a step back to allow her the limelight. She was laughing as they pulled her onto the dance floor, spinning them between her. "May I cut in?" Kyoya caught Violetta around her waist mid spin, holding her close. Vi laughed, tucking herself in under his arm and resting her head on his shoulder. "Course." Kaoru smiled, hooking his arm through Hikaru's and dragging him off the dance floor. Kyoya ran his hand up her arm, before folding his hand around hers, his hand resting on her hip. Violetta's hand replaced her head on his shoulder, allowing him the lead.

[rose-demica]

A guest shows up at your house drunk. (Prompt)

Fandom: Ouran High Host Club

Series: Unnamed WIP,

Pairings: Kyoya Ootori / Violetta Tatsuya (OFC)

Warnings: Underage Drinking

Tags: @evilskank-inthemegacoven

This is a little old, and doesn’t fit in with the current direction the story is heading, but it was fun to write. 

Violetta Tatsuya didn't know what she was expecting from a lazy night in, she had completed all the paperwork the White Lily League had pressed upon her earlier. She had just settled down in front of the huge flat screen television in her private drawing room when a butler barged in. Her requested glass of Red wine sloshed over the sides of the silver tray it had been delicately placed atop a few moments earlier. "A guest, my lady, for you." He announced, Violetta reached for the nearest item of clothing, shrugging it around her shoulders, covering up the low cut tank top she would wear to sleep in later that night. She nodded at the butler as her arms slipped through the sleeves, wrapping around her waist to hold the shirt closed until she found the time to make herself more presentable. "Lady Tatsuya." A man called, stumbling through the door, it took a moment for Violetta to recognize the normally perfectly composed male. "Kyoya?" The light reflected off of his glasses as bloodshot and glazed over eyes attempted to focus on her.

"Is that my shirt?" He blurted out, hand covering his mouth as he realised he had spoken his thoughts. "Leave us." Violetta ordered the butler, who fled from the room, eager to tell the others of whom had drunkenly showed up at her door. "Kyoya." She moved with years of trained grace to his side, wrapping one arm around his waist, the other tugged his arm over her shoulders, holding it there as she navigated him towards the couch. "Excuse me, my lady, shall I send for a car to take Master Ootori home?" A much more competent butler knocked on the door, calling out softly. Violetta glanced at the man she was supporting, before making up her mind. "No, Master Ootori can remain here. Have a guest room prepared, make sure painkillers and water are readily available, and be sure that competent staff are on hand when he awakes." "Of course my lady, can I get you anything now?" Violetta forced Kyoya down onto the couch, using one hand on his chest to hold him still when he tried to get up once more. "Just water." She replied, eyes flicking back down to the man when she felt a gentle tug on her hair. "Such a beautiful colour." He murmured to himself, letting the strands of dark red weave through his fingers playfully. "Kyoya." Violetta whispered, his eyes flicked to her, then to the hand holding him down. "My shirt." A smile tugged at his lips, his fingers tracing the skin just below the folds of the sleeves. Violetta rolled her eyes, of course it was his shirt, only he was so pedantic about the sleeves being folded, folded not rolled, a certain way. "How do you have my shirt?" Kyoya voiced her thoughts, she definitely hadn't taken it from his room, nor the Ouran host halls. "I am unsure." She responded, realising he was waiting for her to answer his musing. "Perhaps it was Sylvia and Haruhi, they did take the club's cosplay clothes to that commoner's washing house." Kyoya sighed, letting his hand fall to rest on top of hers. "You're beautiful." The sincerity in his voice astounded her, it could not have been true, she was in her worst night time wear, makeup removed and hair no doubt a mess from all the times she ran her fingers through it while calculating budgets. A nervous habit her father had not managed to break. Heavy breathing cut off Violetta's chance to reply, Kyoya falling asleep. Slowly she retracted her hand from under his, removing his glasses and placing them on the nearest solid surface. A hand ran through his raven locks, easily tussling out the knots. "Sweet dreams Master Ootori." she whispered, kissing his forehead before breezing from the room. ~~~ Kyoya awoke with a groan, limbs strangled by sheets and blankets too silky and far too soft to be his own. His back sunk into the mattress, lacking the firmness he was so used to. Slowly he opened his eyes, blurry images only half coming into view, there was a distinct lack of quality lighting in the room. Only a small lamp seemed to illuminate a small corner of the huge room; more specifically it lit up a table that held two small pills, a large jug of water, and his glasses. Pushing aside the sweltering blankets, Kyoya forced himself into an upright position, hand holding his head as it decided to make its presence known. An army of drum playing monkeys, hurling and screeching while being horribly off key assaulted his senses. "Master Ootori? We had not expected you awake so soon. I apologise for our mistake. Here." A silver tray made its way into his watery view, he took his glasses first, putting them on so he could make out the two small white capsules before him. "For your hangover sir. I shall have a meal brought up immediately. Is there anything in particular you wish for?" Kyoya shook his head slightly, taking the full glass, and downing the pills with ease. The soft shutting of the door sounded like a clap of thunder in his head. With a groan he covered his ears, laying back down. Kyoya could remember very little of the night before. He remembered suits, ball gowns, and a large hall filled to the brim with people, dancing and mingling. He remembered being proud, watching it all go off without a hitch. So it must have been a host party. The twins? They were always up to no good, they must have spiked his drink, Had they gotten to anyone else? What was supposed to be a soft knock startled him out of his thoughts. Light flooding into the room as the door opened, hitting his eyes as though someone was shining a spotlight directly into them. He squeezed them tightly shut, listening for the sound of the door shutting before he would dare attempt to open them once more. "His father searches for him, my lady, what shall I say?" A soft spoken female questioned, "Call Tamaki Suoh, he will cover for his friend. No one is to know of Ootori's whereabouts nor the state in which he arrived at my door, understood?" He recognized the female voice that spoke the second time. Lady Violetta of the Tatsuya family? How had he ended up at her place? This had to be her family's estate, right? "Help! Kyoya." Tamaki raced towards him, Sylvia hot on his heels, the younger woman clearly furious with the club president. Kyoya remembered the sight, and accepting a drink from Hikaru. Easily smoothing out whatever it was his best friend had managed to do to anger the newest transfer. He had been busy overseeing the proceeding ball and ensuring all the hosts - and hostess played their respective parts, keeping the guests happy and coming back. Never realising the drink he had never emptied, no matter how much he drank from it. Kaoru and Hikaru were especially nice, odd, how did he not notice this sooner? The twins were really that nice unless they had something planned. How many others had they tricked into consuming alcohol? It could ruin the club's pristine image. The bed shifted, dipping as a weight settled itself on his left hand side. A gentle hand rested on the side of his face, sweeping a few strands of hair back into place. Lips as soft and smooth as silk lingered on his forehead, long hair brushed over his neck and chest, tickling him ever so slightly as Lady Violetta pulled away. What had he said to her in his drunken state? What words of truth had she pulled from his unwitting lips. "Relax Kyoya, I did nothing to take advantage of you. You were asleep before I got the chance. Try to get some more rest, you can hide out here until you feel better, or ready to face the world again." The hand pulled away from the side of his face, his skin tingling where it had been resting. "Excuse me, my lady. Breakfast is ready, where would you like it served?" A male voice whispered, clearly cautious around Kyoya's half drunk, half hungover state. "I shall have mine in my study, Master Ootori can have his here if he so chooses. Please have the staff obey him as they would me." Kyoya was startled as the weight on his bed shifted, sinking even further down, something pressing against his left hand side. "Etoile, behave, get off the bed." Violetta scolded, trying to contain her laughter. Kyoya's eyes flew open as something licked his face, a long pink tongue startled him into squeezing his eyes shut again, hands coming up to try stop the onslaught. "Etoile!" Violetta shrieked with laughter as the dog turned its affections to her. Kyoya opened his eyes to see Violetta half heartedly fight the husky off. A smile crept over his face as he saw the younger woman with her guard down. "Settle down girl." Violetta rested a hand on the pup's nape, instantly the dog was settled, laying down against Kyoya's side. Nudging him with her head until he relented and petted her. His long fingers smoothing out the huskies grey and black fur. "I prefer cats." He grumbled, as his arm was made subject to a huge lick. Etoile didn't seem to care for his insult, her tail whacking him repeatedly in the leg. "My Lady, Master Ootori, I apologise for the interruption, but Master's Hitachiin are demanding to see you. Apparently they're certain he is here." A elderly man half knocked on the door as he spoke. "Kyoya-sempai!!" Kyoya whimpered slightly at the exceedingly loud yells of the two young men. Violetta smiled, before motioning for the twins to keep quiet. They ignored her, barrelling onto the bed to wrap themselves around a furious Kyoya. "I believe you owe Master Ootori an apology. I shall have breakfast sent up for you. Etoile, come." Both woman and dog gracefully got up and left the three men alone in the large guest room. "What-" Kyoya growled, eyes flickering between the two boys as they stumbled over one another in an attempt to explain. "We only meant for you to have one or two Kyoya-Senpai." "We just wanted you to have a little fun." "We didn't realise how much you had until-" "We're sorry Kyoya-senpai!" Kaoru cut his elder brother off, nudging him to stay silent. "Until what?" Both twins refused to meet his gaze, suddenly finding various other things around the room interesting. Kyoya knew he had no need to speak, glaring at both of them until one finally caved. "Well Kyoya-" Hikaru started to speak, Kaoru sighed, laying back on the bed and staring at the ceiling. "You see-" He spoke softly, "It's my fault really." Both boys spoke in unison, looking guiltily at one another as they began to recall the night before. "I don't know guys, this can't be smart." Haruhi cautioned the twins, watching as they tried to pick a bottle of alcohol they hoped Kyoya wouldn't be able to taste. Haruhi was supposed to be helping the torn twins to decide. "It'll be good for him Haruhi, he needs to loosen up and have fun." The boys chorused, reiterating the exact reason behind their evil-genius plan.

"If you say so." Haruhi reluctantly pointed at Kaoru, who held his bottle of vodka up victoriously. Hikaru scowled as he placed the gin back on the shelf. "Do I want to know how you were able to purchase alcohol? You aren't yet 20."  Kyoya interrupted the twins flashback with a sigh. "The butler is." Hikaru announced with a smirk, "We told him it was a present for a older friend." Kaoru added, "Technically not a lie, he just failed to ask how old you were." "Anyway-" Hikaru and Kaoru both smiled at each other, a perfect opportunity to finally spike the uptight shadow King's drink. They slipped a glass into his hand as he dealt with Tamaki and Sylvia. Sharing yet another sly smirk as Kyoya drank deeply, not noticing the vodka that accompanied the punch. After that, the twins found it easier and easier to top up his glass, the alcohol getting stronger and stronger each time, the twins trying to one up each other with each refill. They didn't realise how much the older man had drunk until it was too late. Kyoya was stumbling slightly, taking advantage of the well placed tables and support pillars around the room to remain standing, His hair was dishevelled for what may have been the first time in his life. Top few dress shirt buttons undone, much to the female population's amusement, his tie was loosened around his neck, flirting with a young red haired woman. 

Sylvia and Haruhi seemed to notice the impending disaster, Sylvia sweeping the Shadow King out onto the dancefloor as he made as though to kiss the student. The guests thoroughly enjoyed what they assumed was a performance. Tamaki expertly distracted the females so Haruhi and Sylvia could sneak Kyoya out and into a nearby limo.

"No one realised. We're sorry Kyoya-Senpai." Both twins chorused, ending their tale of the night before.

"Breakfast." A butler announced, three trays laden with food handed to each young boy. Kyoya smiled to himself, eyes on the young woman in the doorway. It seemed not everything had gone entirely awful after all. 

[rose-demica]

Henna Tattoo.

Fandom: Ouran High Host Club,

Series: Unnamed WIP

Pairing: Kyoya Ootori / Violetta Tatsuya

Warnings: Implied Adult Activities (they may technically both be minors? I’m not too sure)

The host club, and their mandatory adult supervision (At least ONE sane person capable of somewhat controlling the madness), go to a farmers market/fair. Violetta returns with a surprise for her hard working boyfriend.

Kyoya hung his head in his hands, hiding his yawn before he looked back up to his laptop screen. He heard the door open and shut with a soft 'click', but he paid it no mind, leaning back into the arms that wrapped around his shoulders and rested leisurely over his chest. "The kids are asleep." The soft female voice assured him, kissing the top of his head. Knowing he would understand her obscure reference to their friends. "You didn't have to do this Kyo." She muttered into his skin, bringing her hands back to gently massage his shoulders. His head fell back, eyes closing as he got lost in her touch, allowing himself to relax. One of her hands trailed down his arm, and he heard her shut the top of his laptop, his files being folded away and to the side.

"How was the commoners market?" Kyoya forced himself to ask, the host club, with the exception of himself, and with Violetta instead, had gone to a local farmer's market, before retreating to one of his holiday cabins for the night, the trip deemed 'too far' for just a simple day trip. "Exhausting." Violetta frowned, her hand stilling on his neck. Kyoya opened his eyes, turning and tugging his girlfriend around to stand in between his legs. "How was work?" Kyoya sighed in answer, knowing she would understand what he lacked the words to say. He was physically and mentally tired, but sleep did not come easily to him. "That bad?" Violetta hummed softly, cradling the side of his face. Kyoya turned his head slightly, kissing her inner wrist softly. His eyes widened in shock when he noticed the ink that was there, a beautiful black outline of a rose was in bloom on her wrist. He grabbed her hand, shocked at what he saw. "Henna Kyo, it'll be gone in about a month." Violetta was quick to reassure him, as his fingers started to trace the vine that wrapped loosely around her arm towards her shoulder. Thorns and leaves off the main vine each held the name of a club member, people the heiress deemed to be family. Kyoya looked up at Violetta, slowly standing, he was unnaturally gentle as he unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it away from her, continuing to trace the vine that wrapped around her bicep before curling under her arm and onto her shoulders. He pressed his lips to her collarbone, before nudging her to turn and face him. The vine rested over her shoulder, and he pushed her bra strap aside to trace it properly. It ran down further, parallel to her collarbone, but more discreet, easier to hide. What the shadow King saw rendered him speechless. The vine's origin was the 'a' of his own name, in cursive across the top of her chest. "Kyoya?" She whispered softly, resting both her hands on his chest in an attempt to get his attention. He had no words for her, his fingers tracing his name, feeling her shiver at his touch. He wrapped one arm around her waist, hand resting on the small of her back. "I'm yours, for as long as you'll have me." Violetta whispered, slightly worried that the man before her would react poorly. It had been a spur of the moment decision, taking advantage of one of the near empty booths while the host club repeatedly took the same two rides over and over again. "Vi-" Kyoya stopped his own words, unsure of what he could say, nothing could describe the way she made him feel. His lips found hers, hands slipping down to her waist to lift her onto his desk. If he couldn't tell her, he would have to show her instead.

[rose-demica]

Nerves,

Fandom: Ouran High Host Club

Series: Unnamed WIP

Pairing: Kyoya Ootori / Violetta Tatsuya 

Tags: @evilskank-inthemegacoven​

This is probably not cannon with the future fic, but I love it. 

A magazine article reveals Kyoya and Violetta’s best kept secret, as the world comes to terms with it, our couple fight over who leaked the news, how it became public knowledge. This is set a week after that fight. 

Lady Violetta Tatsuya wasn’t normally one to feel nervous, the only times she normally did was when she had to deal with her father. Everything else had been so easy compared to what she faced every time she walked down those overly white corridors towards the room her addled father permanently occupied.

Yet today her nerves fluttered in her stomach like thousands of butterflies seeking nectar. A smile tugging on her lips as her hands tugged her hair from its tight ponytail, barely noticing her nervous reaction as she poured over paperwork.

This was the first formal occasion that they were going to together. As an actual couple rather than business partners. Where they didn’t have to hide the adoration and love they felt for each other or had held. She couldn’t quite be sure anymore.

They’d practically been avoiding each other since the news of their relationship had broken, press releasing their best-kept secret out into the big wide world. The outrage that accompanied was insane, their relationship had always been the subject of gossip, but once it had been confirmed...

It didn’t help that neither of them had each others back, Violetta had blamed him for the leak in the same breath he’d blamed her. The fight that they’d both put up to defend themselves had her household staff shrinking away in fear, priceless trinkets shattered as she’d thrown them at him, kicking him out of her house as she felt her relationship crumble. Forced to deal with the ramifications of such a big secret alone and without her partner at her side. Neither willing to back down and apologise to each other, even as the truth about where the gossip magazines had got their information from came to light. It was how they were, neither of them could swallow their pride and admit they were wrong.

Therefore it was a massive surprise when a bunch of lilac roses were delivered to her office in the early hours of the morning, a handwritten note within asking her to accompany her to the party that she had to attend that night regardless. A text message following within the hour; ‘I mean it Vi, I’ll pick you up at six.’

The nerves hadn’t stopped since. Violetta knew that this was as close to an apology as she was going to get from her other half. They’d never been very good at apologising if it was something they had done. Comfort and support they both could do, but when it came to actually apologising for a mistake, that was something they hadn’t yet encountered in their relationship... but now?

Violetta had never felt so scared before.

The nerves stuck with her, growing stronger with each passing tick of the old clock that sat in her office, reminding her once again she’d always meant to get rid of the grandfather clock, still standing in the same corner it had when her father had inhabited this office. Her attention continually flicking up to it, before dropping back down to the cases she was meant to be dedicating her attention to.

She waved off the offer of lunch, she was too nervous to eat. She hadn’t seen her lover since the fight, hadn’t spoken a word to the man she usually couldn’t go a day without seeing and while getting a bunch of flowers out of the blue wasn’t a surprise, the terror that came at the thought of seeing him again was.

They’d never fought before, not truly, and never for more than a day. Yet it had been a week, a week where she was too scared to contact him, despite the multiple attempts at typing an email or sending a text. Fingers shaking as she attempted to dial his number, only to hang up before it could ring properly. She had had no idea what to say to him then, how to fix everything, and she had even less now.

Her hands were still shaking when people arrived at her door, makeup artists and hairstylists that were escorted to one of the guest rooms. Butlers hesitating at her door with orders to force her from her work and to get ready, but no one knew how to deal with their Lady in tears. Water droplets rolling from her eyes as her hands shook, rereading the same message from him over and over again. ‘I should have known better.’

Three years, three years together and all she got was a text message to end it. She thought he was better than that. That they had meant more to him than that. Her phone buzzed once more in her hand, a picture of him lighting up the screen as a call came through. She’d taken the photo on one of their ‘business’ trips away, he was curled in the centre of the large bed, arm stretched out to one side almost invitingly, his black hair a mess, only slightly smooth at the front where her fingers had combed through it. One eye cracked open slightly to reveal the dark brown iris beneath. It was her favourite photo because it showed a side of him only she got to see. When his guard was truly down.

Her finger hovered over the answer button, wondering if she could really handle talking to him right now. It had been a week without hearing his voice, Her hesitation took too long, the call ending before she could decide whether or not to answer.  

Almost immediately after a text popped up from him. ‘Answer your phone.’ A call barely seconds behind it, the message replaced with the exact same photo of her lover. Her hands shook, but she answered the phone lifting it to her ear.

“What?” She snapped, masking her tears with anger, she wouldn’t let him see her cry, not anymore.

“I wanted to explain myself.” His voice, velvety smooth as always, held notes of distress, and Violetta could hear yelling in the background.

“You made yourself perfectly clear. I just never imagined you would-” Violetta’s voice broke as she tried to say the next words.

“I’m not breaking up with you Vi, not now, not ever.” He knew what she was going to say, cutting her off before she could force the words to leave her throat. Still, her breath caught, he’d said the words to her before, but never with such force and determination. “The message sent before I could finish typing it, and I knew after this week that you would think the worst. I wanted to say that I should have known better than to think you’d let our secret slip. I should never have blamed you, and I definitely shouldn’t have ignored you for this long. God, I thought about you every moment of every day, but I just - I couldn’t-”

“Me neither.” Violetta sat back in her chair, releasing her hair from its ponytail so she could run her fingers through it, smoothing out the knots she herself had caused. Nothing but breathing on the other end of the line, neither could quite bring themselves to say the words that they both knew needed to be said.

“I’ll see you tonight?” He asked softly, and she could almost hear the weight slide off his shoulders as it lifted from hers. No matter what happened, they would get through it, even if they never apologised to each other with words.

“Yeah, yeah you will.” Violetta hung up the phone, putting it down and lifting her hands to wipe the tears from her eyes.

“My Lady, the help Sir hired is here to help you if you are ready.” The butler spoke softly, at ease with the title they’d all given to her partner with each passing moment he spent at her side.

“Very well.” Violetta tucked her phone into her pocket, a light smile on her lips as she headed down to the spare room.

Her smile didn’t falter as she got ready, light chattering around her. The nerves finally settling when she realised he wasn’t mad at her. That despite everything, they were going to be okay.

Her smile grew as a custom made ball gown from her favourite designer was delivered, the woman herself on hand to oversee how the gown fitted. A smile of delight as she saw how her halter neck dark violet gown hugged the woman’s curves, before flaring out slightly at her waist, red and gold beading around the bust and up the collar seeming to highlight Violetta’s auburn hair, matching golden heels winding their way around her legs, visible through the slit along her right leg.

Her smile faltered when the clock chimed six and her date wasn’t at her door, he’d always been punctual, always, if anything he prefered to be early. Her hands drifted to her phone, pressing a button to check and see if she’d missed any messages or calls.

At five minutes past, she was pacing, heels clicking loudly on the marble floor of her foyer. Fingers typing messages on her phone before deleting all of them. A butler took the phone from her fingertips as she walked past him again, taking away her distraction.

At ten minutes past she was sitting on the stairs, legs crossed and purse abandoned at her side. Every bone in her alight with the same nerves and fear that had overtaken her that morning. He must have changed his mind, decided she wasn’t worth it unless the whole thing had just been some sort of prank-

She felt as though she’d been stood up, the flicker of hope she’d fed throughout the afternoon dying out as the minutes ticked on, sitting on the stairs inside her mansion, she’d never truly felt more alone. Her driver stepped forward, keys in hand, but the gentle shake of her head stopped him. She knew how important this engagement was, and she would be the first to accept it if she had to go alone, but right now, she just wanted to give him a few more minutes to appear.

A car door slamming pulled her from her thoughts, footsteps quick up the stairs and her front door thrown open. A sigh of relief falling from her lips when she saw him standing in the doorway. His normally impeccable black hair was slightly mussed, dark brown eyes sweeping over the foyer from beneath his glasses, a rare smile pulling at his lips and flooding into his eyes when he noticed her position on the stairs.

“You’re late.” She stated simply, standing and picking up the golden clutch bag that accompanied her dress.

“I am so sorry. I got forced to change at the last minute and-” He cut his excuse off, pushing his glasses up his nose. “You look beautiful Vi.” She smiled, walking down the stairs and reaching up to straighten his tie. He smiled, leaning down slightly to steal a gentle kiss from her lips.

“I have something for you.” His hands rested on her waist, spinning her slightly so her back faced him, she lifted her hair automatically as he let a chain fall over her neck, doing it up with the same ease he always had. A tender kiss pressed to her neck as she lifted the small necklace. It was simplistic, the infinity sign tangled in amongst the chain, and as her fingers ran over it, she could feel an engraving on the back.

“Our names, Vi I am so sorry. I should never have-” She cut him off with a kiss.

“I’m sorry too.” She whispered, fixing his hair before slipping her arm through his, “and we can make it up to each other later, but we are going to be late.” He smirked at her, kissing her temple before leading her down towards the waiting limo.

The nerves in her stomach settling for good now that his arm wrapped around her.

[rose-demica]

Various Other Fandoms Masterlist:

The Vampire Diaries:

The Original Sister (Series):

The Prolouge: Chapter One (Coming Soon)

Glimpse into the past: Damon/Eriana Mikaelson (OFC)

Damon’s been away fighting in the war for three years, he finally has a chance to return home. (1920′s fic)

Drunken Adventures of Damon Salvatore: Damon/Eriana (OFC)

A drunk Salvatore goes for a walk, and ends up at the house of the woman he’s courting. (1920′s fic)

Late Night Secrets: Damon/Eriana (OFC)

A Tipsy!Damon shows up at his crushes house, and she tells him a few secrets. (1920′s fic)

Ouran High Host Club:

Introduce your OC: Lady Violetta Tatsuya

Done for the 30 days introduce your OC challenge. (The only part I did :/ )

Henna Tattoo: Kyoya/Violetta

The host club, and their mandatory adult supervision (At least ONE sane person capable of somewhat controlling the madness), go to a farmers market/fair. Violetta returns with a surprise for her hard working boyfriend.

Kyoya Admits it: Kyoya/Violetta

Violetta comes to him after a long hard day at the office, and he realises something he never thought could happen.

[rose-demica]

30 days OC challenge; Lady Violetta Tatsuya

Heya Everyone, because I am a genius I totally missed starting yesterday. I’m doing these with one of my many talented friends @hoodboycartoons . So here, have two today to make up for it., and because I’m going to be super busy tomorrow, day three is there as well.

Day One— Introduction: Introduce your OC to everyone! What’s their name? What species are they?

Lady Violetta Tatsuya is human, although I think the better term for her would be superhuman. Violetta is an only child, born to a Japanese mother, and a half Japanese, half French father. Her mother was disowned shortly after breaking her prenup agreement, and her father was killed in a car accident, leaving Violetta the sole heiress to her father's giant legal firm. She has only one true friend at the beginning of the story, although that grows as the tale unfolds.

Violetta belongs to the Ouran High Host Club universe, and was carefully crafted to match and keep up with Kyoya Ootori.

Day Two— Job: What does your OC do for a living? If they don’t have a job, then what do they usually do?

Goodness, hold onto your hats, this is a big list. Violetta is the owner and runs her father's legal firm in his place. This is a company that almost stretches world wide. She personally oversees all business dealings with the Ootori Cooperation, and generally handles it all herself. As well as being a personal lawyer to those she considers friends, getting them out of unfavourable situations or setting them up with those she employee's to insure they get the best legal care.

She also runs Lobelia’s White Lily League, keeping track of all the events and finances, as well as covering for Benio Amakusa when she goes overboard and scares those that are helping out. She is also the main organiser... for those that have seen Ouran High Host Club, she does exactly what Kyoya does, but for Lobella and their associated groups.

A few chapters into the story she also starts up a little company of her own, a restaurant like she dreamed of owning since a small child. Violetta is also a full time student, studying at Lobella during the day, while taking university classes extramurally for various different universities across the globe.

Day Three— Hobbies: What does your OC enjoy doing when they’re not doing their “job”? How does it differ from their “job”?

To be honest, Violetta doesn’t have many hobbies, nor does she have much time for any. She does have a few things she does enjoy when she can, she loves to cook, often sending her chef's home on days when she just needs to unwind and relax.

She also enjoys listening to a mix of French, English and Japanese pop songs while working.

Regardless, she loves everything she does, finding value and merit in the things she chooses to spend her time on. She would not do anything she doesn’t enjoy, however busy and stressful that may make her life.

[rose-demica]

Ouran High School Host Club Masterlist:

Unnamed WIP:

One Shots:

Introduce your OC: Lady Violetta Tatsuya

Done for the 30 days introduce your OC challenge. (The only part I did :/ )

Henna Tattoo: Kyoya/Violetta

The host club, and their mandatory adult supervision (At least ONE sane person capable of somewhat controlling the madness), go to a farmers market/fair. Violetta returns with a surprise for her hard working boyfriend.

Kyoya Admits it: Kyoya/Violetta

Violetta comes to him after a long hard day at the office, and he realizes something he never thought could happen.

Nerves: Kyoya/Violetta

A magazine article reveals Kyoya and Violetta’s best kept secret, as the world comes to terms with it, our couple fight over who leaked the news, how it became public knowledge. This is set a week after that fight.

You sit at the side of the pool and soak your aching feet in the cool water. : Kyoya/Violetta

This one does fit in with the WIP, so slight spoilers maybe? I don’t know, this was one of the one shots that made me realize how much I like writing these two and their secret relationship.

A guest shows up at your house drunk. (Prompt) Kyoya/Violetta

A Drunk Kyoya shows up at Violetta ‘s house late one night. 

Unnamed, A/B/O / Omegaverse pondering: Kyoya/Violetta

Violetta has a case that introduces her to the Omegaverse, and she ponders where Kyoya Ootori might fit in it.