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people who draw adult aang without facial hair, how does it feel to be the baddest bitches in the fandom
#i love you all so much#you are the backbone of this community#you are the stars in the night sky#you are the tui to my la#have a wonderful day you deserve it#aang#atla
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Marvel making familiars for his loved ones
So I was thinking about Tawky Tawny (again). The thing about him is that he got so many different backstories or explanations on what he might be, but a common enough theme that we see is that he is a stuffed toy when he wants to be.
So here me out.
Tawky Tawny is Billy’s familiar and helps him adjust to his magic when he wants to use it in his small form. He was originally a toy given to Billy by his parents and later given life by The Wizard.
It came with more benefits. Tawny would eat his nightmares, be able to teleport to Billy’s location so that he could never get stolen or lost, protect Billy by going into his tiger form and all around be a constant warmth on his life.
So imagine Billy doing the same as The Wizard.
A lot of his friends aren’t magic users and don’t have the same magical protection he does, so maybe he gives them some enchanted clothing or pendants. A semi familiar (because without magic you can’t make a magical familiar pact with a living animal) where he just makes them familiars.
He would create stuffed animals, and weave in some magic to make them sentient. Maybe it would start with younger heroes, but when he realises his coworkers in the JL need the help as well, he absolutely would make some for them. They, like Tawny prefer to stay in stuffed toy mode, but will sometimes would want to stretch their paws and go into animal form once they feel like they are in a suitable environment.
Just picture it.
It all started with Raven, and the constant stress she might feel with having to constantly guard over Trigon. She can’t have a familiar because most creatures would suffer if give a link to her because her magic is not compatible like that. Captain Marvel decided to make her a companion. He makes her a little leopard wearing an elegant pink suit with a little top hat.
Raven: Is that a plush?
Cap: I heard you have trouble sleeping, so I got you a friend. I haven’t given them a name or pronouns, so that’s up to you.
Raven: … why
Cap: Trust me, they are for nightmares! Tawny *holds up his tiger plush* tells me they are fun to hunt and makes quite the sweet treat.
Raven: *holding the handmade gift* thank you 🥺
Cue shenanigans where she thinks he’s just trying to be a great den mother, and is a tad naive thinking stuffed animals actually work. Not that she isn’t holding little Ebony Darkness every night and is getting the best sleep she has in years.
Another thing to add is that insomnia and PTSD is a common sight within the caped community. And of course Billy notices that. So, after seeing more and more positive results of his plushies, he makes more and more. It becomes a trend. Younger heroes receive a small teddy of an animal and proceed to get attached to it almost immediately.
Nightwing almost cried when he got an elephant wearing a bow tie . Cap said that he seemed like the type to like them. Now Dick has given Zitka a little sibling to sleep at night with. But then that plush becomes fond of Zitka and gave the og elephant plush sentience.
Starfire absolutely adores her shrimp plush. Said something about being able to see colours together. Wally doesn’t know what to think about getting a turtle, but quickly gets attached, even putting little designs in the shell.
Jason also likes to put in patterns in his sting-ray, which Roy doesn’t get cause he thinks his jelly fish is perfect just the way she is. Lian gets a smaller jellyfish, which makes her happy because all the Outlaws get a sea animal.
All the members of YJ, even the retired ones, get a reindeer. They suspect he knows.
It gets back to the JL that Caps giving stuffed toys to their protoges.
Flash: Hey, Cap, how come we don’t get any stuffed animals?
Captain, exited his work is wanted: You want one!!!
Flash, can’t say no to that face: … yes I do
He gets all exited and makes plushies for all of his coworkers, that he pours a bit of extra magic in his work.
CM, fidgeting infringe if the door:
Batman: what is it Captain
CM: I made you something but then I realised that you wouldn’t really want it but then it could be cool if you did and I didn’t want to overthink-
Batman, stopping Billy’s rant: go ahead
CM, hands him a plush snake wearing spectacles: I thought you would like them. I haven’t named them so that’s up to you
Batman, not knowing where to go from here: … is the name important
CM, offended: It’s the MOST important
Batman sighs and keeps the snake. Naturally he does a billion different tests but finds it’s a snake plush. One that’s handmade. That must have taken a lot of time and effort. Batman keeps George Snaking. No he will not admit that having the snake wrapped around his shoulders is soothing.
And it just spirals from there. Hal gets a Sparrow in a poncho, Plastic man gets a kangaroo wearing the nicest boots, Wonder Woman gets a duck in a fancy dress, Aquaman gets a penguin in swim shorts, J’onn gets a lion in a toga … Guy gets a clown fish.
It has no rhyme or reason. The only common thread is that it’s an animal with some sort of clothing. Cap just says that of course they have clothing, they are distinguished and perfectly civilised individuals.
It all come to a head when the League faces some threat, and they are weakened, only for their plushies to fucking teleport and turn into massive version of their respective animals and saves the day.
Hawkwoman, starring at her bear: I- Mrs Snuggles?
Mrs Snuggles: *shrugs*
Shayera: … I could have been getting bear hugs this whole time
Guy: *looks down* Flippers?
Flippers: *flops on the floor*
Guy: ….
Guy: how come the others get bigger version of their animals
The League of Superpets aren’t that worried about competition. They tried to recruit the plush’s, but turns out they are just lazy. Like, they will beat a butch if necessary, but won’t actively go looking for crime to solve. They act more of a home défense.
The only ones who knew about the sentient plushies where Ma and Pa Kent (their Octopus is extent helpful around the farm), Alfred Pennyworth (he’s the one who actually requested hamsters to help keep the manor clean and keep an eye on his family) and Damian who’s instinct immediacy told him his fennec fox is alive.
Oracle got a capybara. The Capybara is the most powerful one Billy has made, second to Tawny. I don’t make the rules.
Constantine is the only one who never got one. Billy is still salty about him trying to steal his powers. Plus he would prolly sell it.
#billy batson#shazam#dc captain marvel#dc#tawky tawny#just Billy making his friends plushies#Constantine is wondering why tf he’s just handing out weapons of mass destruction#it’s why he won’t be getting any :(#dad marvel au#of you squint you can see it#Raven deserves to have a mentor in her life#there’s so many characters im not going to tag them all#it’s midnight rn and I promised myself I would be healthy in my sleep patterns#i lied#sorry me from this morning the day did not go as planned
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seventeen months of kim seokjin messages for @jinstronaut
inspired by jin's monthly messages and em's daily gif series ♡
#it couldn't be more perfect that your birthday falls at this time <3#userbangtan#usersky#annietrack#heyryen#usermaggie#userkelli#useremmeline#raplineuser#userpat#tuserandi#usermizuoka#useryoonqiful#nuggettracks#usersolis#rjshope#kim seokjin#dailybts#uservans#btsedit#mine!#HAPPY BIRTHDAY EMMELINE!!!!!!!#ok everyone give these two a STANDING OVATION#but more importantly give one to emmeline for her absolute dedication to the seokjinnies we DID NOT deserve her#but she kept us seeing and thinking about him every time we open this hellsite and i think that's so beautiful#hope you have such a wonderful day full of love and that you don't have to work and that you get a fcking break <33333#i love you!!!!!!!!!!!!!#scheduled bc i'm asleep!!!!!!!!!!!!! <3#omg I wanted to post it all day but you’re one of the few in my own time zone so I know it’s not your birthday yet until NOW!!!!!!!! djjdjsj#thanks for being so supportive and the sweetest and so funny and everything wonderful about life <3
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Our love was made for movie screens
For @saltpepperbeard 💕 Show: Our Flag Means Death - Season 1 & 2 Music: All I Want by Kodaline YouTube
#ofmd#our flag means death#ofmdedit#ofmdaily#ofmdsource#ofmd s2#gentlebeard#blackbonnet#edward teach#stede bonnet#ofmd edit#ofmd video#ella’s edit#my dearest jodi. my wifey. my babe! 💕✨#HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!#how am i meant to show my love for you if not with a video edit made especially for YOU!#there's fluff. there's angst. there's more fluff and emotions!!!! all wrapped up with a neat little bow#i have barely slept for like 4 days because of this but WIFEY YOU DESERVE THIS LITTLE GIFT!!#(also it's entirely my fault because this vid was supposed to be 1 minute long and then it got away from me and here we are asbsjksdks)#you better cry in my dms later 😤#no but for real you're fantastic and sweet and just the right amount of insane and ilysm!!!!!!! have the most wonderful birthday ever!!#❤️#💍
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Stuff I posted on twitter
#shumika#mika kagehira#shu itsuki#my art#yeah I love those outfits if you can't tell#also the potenital for the angst??#THE DRAMA???#I'm so sane about them#this au lives rent free in my head 24/7#idk if I've made typos anywhere#pls see none#also if you read this I hope u have wonderful day u deserve it
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Finan in 3x05
For @itbmojojoejo
Happy Birthday 🥳🥳🥳
#the last kingdom#happy birthday!!!!#I hope you've been able to have a wonderful day#you deserve it#😘😘😘😘#also I learned after I started making this that you prefer s4 so I'm doing another lol
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light as a ghost (on my mind you weigh the most)
Like most stories, this one starts with a ghost. Or maybe it starts with a phone call. Or maybe it starts with a gun. Or maybe the story starts at the end. Or maybe it doesn’t start at all. Instead, it loops and curves and twists and turns until end and beginning are one and the same. But if the story were to start with a ghost, it would start like this.
#HAPPY BIRTHDAY LAURIE#this one is for u baby#i hope you like it <33#and that you have the most wonderful day!!!#and that you get everything you ever desired <33#bc it's what you deserve#ghost fic is here and it is . probably a little sad#fic: light as a ghost (on my mind you weigh the most)#regulus black#james potter#jegulus#starchaser#jegulus fanfic#mil's writing
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HEY HEY HEY EVERYONE LET'S ALL WISH @kuroeko A VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
#kuroeko#happy birthday#wishing you the lovliest of lovey days#inazuma eleven#afufubu#mermaid au#hope you have a wonderful day#thank you for always being so kind and sweet#you deserve only the best today#and everyday tbh#aphrodi#afuro terumi#fubuki shirou#locket art
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Aegon II Targaryen | House of the Dragon
Happy birthday @cesareeborgia ♡
#happy birthday to my best friend#and who deserves the very best !!#i hope you have a wonderful day <3#aegon ii targaryen#tom glynn carney#house of the dragon#myedits#got#hotd#asoiaf*
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Ink October day 3: Sophistry
An argument that seems plausible, but is fallacious or misleading, especially one devised deliberately to be so.
#khux#khux player#kh player#kingdom hearts#kh#kingdom hearts union x#kingdom hearts player#player my beloved#blue boi draws#ink october#ink October 2024#ink October 2024 day 3#watched a bunch of Player cutscenes for this one and Aug AUHG I love them. I always forget how much of a character Player is#but they are truly their own guy. more then even some non-renameable/customisable game protagonists#the utter guts on this kid to challenge multiple foretellers multiple times,fight both Ephemer and Skuld at the same time-#(both very powerful in their own right),AND attempt and succeeded in tricking four of the personifications of darkness themselves is… wow#they’re such a powerful fighter too. like they kick both Skuld and Ephemer’s asses,and sure they were both not aiming to kill and exhausted#from fighting Ven’s darkness BUT SO WAS PLAYER (as well as having just come from the arcade and those fights)#them fooling the darknesses too… along side their two closest friends… I wonder if there was any noticeable change between their normal#fighting style and the one they used there. Skuld and Ephemer didn’t necessarily see them fighting during the war#(only heartless or against one appoint) so I wonder if they fought like that.#the ‘argument that is plausible but misleading’ here is Player being possessed. with all the information available to them it is plausible#but we know for a fact that player is just straight up lying. making shit up. mimicking how darkness spoke before to pretend. which is ki#kinda hilarious to me like you go girl gaslight gatekeep girlboss. gaslight them into believing you’re possessed gatekeep them from dying to#trap darkness and girlboss by winning. amazing beautiful 10/10#I like to think Ephemer never realised、at least while he was alive. something in the tragedy of him never knowing.#of not recogising his dear friend through their deception. of dying thinking he failed them. that it wasn’t their choice.#and he did fail them in a way. there’s this recurring theme in Kingdom Hearts where the hurt lingers despite the memories being gone.#Player is very much effected by this with their memories of the war being gone but still suffering. Ephemer stands by the decision to hide#it thinking it spares them from the burden but it doesn’t it just takes away the context and they deserve to know what happened to them
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good morning friendz and happy wednesday ! (ㅅ´ ˘ `) it’s a brand new day and i hope you find something that makes you smile ෆ love uuuuu !
#please keep an eye on these two today while i go to work ෆ they just wanna play a lil volleyball that’s all.#i miss my lil guy sigh#i should really post for his series but i’ve been scared lmfaooooo#but he deserves something soon :( !!!! my poor babyyyyy#he’s next >:3 !!!#i finished my zoro fic but now i must edit. if you hear screaming in the distance that’s just me dw#have a wonderful day my lovelies mwah mwah iluuuu !#₊˚⊹ ᰔ xoxo aims#ヾ( ˃ᴗ˂ )◞ — ✩ daily yap.
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ytc min yoongi for @fireworksgalaxy (cr. 0613data)
#userbangtan#usersky#annietrack#usermaggie#useremmeline#userkelli#trackofthesoul#cyphernet#yoongiedit#btsedit#btsgif#dailybts#dailybangtan#mine!#happy birthday sweetheart <3333333333#hope you have a wonderful day!!!!!!!!!! and weekend!!!!!! and year!!!!!!!! and life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! you deserve the best#as always i hope i got your timezone right 😔
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as a dnf stan i think we should oppress minecraft kids more
i can't weigh in on this issue out of fear for my own safety (joke) but what i will say is that i am currently concocting a plan in which i get heavily into minecraft and somehow amass a significant following on youtube or twitch or wherever it is people stream things nowadays and in the process i will create a very homoerotic vibe between me and some other streamer and once there are a sufficient number of words posted about us on ao3 i wll do a face reveal in which what i'm really revealing is a picture of jensen ackles as dean winchester saying "misha??" stapled (yes, stapled) to my face. this will result in confusion for everyone but with all attention on me i will then direct everyone to a website i have set up specifically for this moment (url to be determined). when people arrive at the website it will simply have two heart emojis: a green one and a blue one. they will both be clickable. clicking on either one will take you to the wattpad page for a fic about the harry styles and louis tomlinson slash rpf pairing larry, written in the style of my immortal. this will accomplish nothing and make many people very angry.
#replies#laiosdwt#apologies for subjecting you to my scheme#you did nothing to deserve it#i hope you have a wonderful day
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summery(eri) for @hoongjong 🌻💛
#yeri#kim yerim#red velvet#mycreations#femaleidolsedit#femadolsedit#redvelvetinc#ggnet#forvy#himina#korimilook#mostlyfate#userines#userjoanna#usermandu#ninqztual#kpopccc#femaleidol#happy birthday to you maaike 💛#i hope you're having a wonderful day it's what you deserve
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Lavender Roses ~ Kyoya Ootori x Reader
pairing ~ Kyoya Ootori x Reader
In which a rational head hides a generous heart, but you have always known how to see past his walls and help him bloom into the gorgeous rose he is. Enjoy a slow burn between an honor student and our beloved glasses character!
Happy 1 year to Lavender Roses and this entire, wonderful blog. Without you, this story wouldn't have reached as many people as it has. From the bottom of my heart, thank you so much.
-> summary: "But not anymore. You haven’t been alone for a long time, (Y/n), not since you joined the club. Not since you met me."
-> word count: 8.3k
tw! the scene on the cliff gets a little intense, mentions of blood, demeaning language against women, slight PTSD, weaponry (knives), verbal assault, physical assault, sexual misconduct. kyoya is dumb and so are you.
legend:
(M/n) - mother's name
(n/l) - native language
(s/c) - skin color
see masterlist! masterlist
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The Sun, The Sea, and The Host Club! pt. 2
Kyoya lounges as he writes, a foreign feeling of contentment wrapped around his frame.
Soft bursts of images sift through his mind, you over his lap, your arm on his side while his gravitates towards your hip. How close your mouth was to his and how badly he wanted to taste it. How he had basically lunged at the chance, not that you were complaining.
That had caught him off guard.
As he was writing, the megane realized he had never been a fan of romance. Above multiple reasons, he never saw the point. His father and mother had married for business instead of love, creating an environment where affection was not celebrated or practiced. He would see couples in the hallway and roll his eyes, thinking that they were wasting their time.
When he voiced these opinions one evening to his sister Fuyumi, she gasped.
“Kyoya! You really think love is a waste of time?”
“It’s a chemical reaction, Fuyumi, that’s all.” He had explained in a monotone voice, barely giving her any attention as he was typing away at his computer. “Your brain releases a certain neurotransmitter when you find someone attractive and compatible, and it tricks you into thinking you’re in love. Companies leech off this, creating Valentine’s Day, cards, encouraging weddings and all this nonsense.”
He pushes his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. “I am not one to be fooled, and I will certainly not allow myself to be tricked by my own mind.”
Kyoya ended his bored rant with an amused chuckle, feeling sorry for the suckers out there who lost precious time and money on something that could never really last, at least not forever.
But Fuyumi just stood there, leaning against the doorway with a small smile on her face as she looked at her oblivious brother, too young to take the world as seriously as he did.
“You can tell me that when you meet a wonderful man or woman, and we will see how you feel about how you want to spend your time.”
Kyoya scoffed. “Please, how I feel is irrelevant. My work is what deserves my time, end of story.”
Then his phone rang, and he paused his typing to see a contact picture flashing on the screen. Leaving his chair, he had walked to the door of his bedroom as he answered the call.
“Hello, give me one second, please.” Then he turned to her, a little brother shoving his sister out of his room.
“Goodnight, Fuyumi.” The door closed behind him with a clack, and Fuyumi heard her brother pick up his conversation as he disappeared into his room. “Hello, (Y/n), thank you for calling me back…”
Kyoya smirked as he came back to the sounds of the beach, waves and laughing people filling his ears as his thoughts ran away with him.
He had met a wonderful girl. And he could barely fathom how he was lucky enough to understand the feeling his sister was talking about. The pull he had to you was intense, and it was something he had never experienced with anyone before.
The sun had reflected off of your (e/c) irises so perfectly in that moment, and the short distance had enticed him heavily, that the pull tugged and tugged.
He hadn’t even confessed yet, and you had somehow convinced him to give in to his own temptations.
“Kyoya! What should I do?!”
The ravenet broke out of his thoughts as his best friend ran towards him, arms holding a bucket of snakes in their grasp.
Kyoya simply arched his brow.
“I wanted to scare Haruhi and (Y/n) with these rat snakes, but the twins said that anyone would find them creepy, so it wasn’t a true weakness! And now I don’t know what to do!” Tamaki whined, his voice rising as he shuffled on his feet, anxious about the snakes in his grasp.
The club director’s spectacled gaze fell onto the snakes, twisting inside the plastic bucket without a care in the world. Taking a closer look, he let out a deep sigh.
“Those aren’t rat snakes, Tamaki. They are poisonous Habu snakes.” Kyoya turns back to his book. “Rat snakes aren’t even native to Okinawa.”
“What?!” Suddenly, the prince of the host club is running around in circles, whining while juggling the bucket in his hands. “What do I do with them?! C’mon, Kyo, you gotta help me out!”
“Tamaki, Kyoya!”
Both boys freeze as they watch Haruhi race towards them, her feet kicking up sand as she meets them at the chair.
She’s breathing heavily, her eyes wide with fright and worry as she heaves. “Help, please, you’ve gotta help me.”
Forgetting about the bucket completely, Tamaki rushed over to Haruhi, pulling her close to him to try to ease some of her worries. “What is it, Haruhi? Are you hurt? What do you need?”
“It’s (Y/n). I thought we could handle it, but things got out of control. She told me to come get you.”
“What?” Kyoya sits up on his chair, quelling the anxiety in his chest. He admired Haruhi for being a girl who is very put together, so for her to fight the fear in her voice so adamantly is concerning. “Is she okay?”
“What’s wrong with (Y/n)?” Tamaki says calmly and firmly, trying to get some answers out of his panicking honor student.
“These boys! They were- they-, god just follow me!” Flustered she turns around, sprinting away from the two hosts.
Kyoya and Tamaki rush in pursuit, agony filling into their chests.
As the cliff comes into view, Kyoya catches Haruhi’s concerned gaze rise to the top of it, his own eyes following. Three shadowy figures struggle in the sunset, and his heart plummets as one of them is pushed to the high edge.
In the distance, a piece of fabric lies stagnant in the sand, and Kyoya curses as he passes by it. A Hawiian shirt, ripped and torn as it lies helplessly in the sand.
“No, no wait. Stop!” You struggle as Ren pushes you back, your heels leaving the ground as he holds you over the cliff's edge.
“Yeah, yeah, you know what?” The alcohol on his breath is rancid as he sneers, Aoi grinning behind him. “I ain’t got time for difficult chicks like you. Might as well leave you out to sea.” He jostled you, and relished in the way you flinched.
“Don’t! Don’t, please, don’t. It’s too much. Please, don’t let me go.”
“Oh, now you’re begging for me to hold you? Where was this a few seconds ago, sweetheart?”
“(Y/n)!” Hearing Tamaki’s voice was sweeter than any cake that Honey could’ve given you, making you want to cry out in relief as you looked behind the two thugs.
Ren and Aoi freeze as you see Haruhi, Kyoya and Tamaki round the corner of the bottom of the cliff, concern and determination shining in their visages.
Meeting Kyoya’s gaze, you wriggle around some more, trying your best to shove Ren off of you without any friction below you. “Tamaki! Kyoya! They’re going to-”
You're quieted with a hand covering your mouth, Ren shouting in your face. “Be quiet! We aren’t doing anything!”
Kyoya’s jaw clenched at your plea, and he pumps his legs into a faster run, trying to get to you as you are, dear god, dangled off a cliff. “Let go of her!”
Aoi turns to Ren, and you see panic in his eyes as your three heroes charge up the rocks. “Ren, we gotta go. Like now, they don’t look happy.”
“Shut up, I know that.” Ren snarls before he forces a grin and turns to the boys, holding you up by one hand now.
“You want me to let go? Well, whatever you say.”
“No!” Kyoya called, but it was too late.
Ren’s fingers go limp, any tension that was holding you up above the waters below disappearing as the fabric of your bathing suit slips from his grasp.
The air whipped around you as you watch the cliff get smaller and smaller, plummeting towards your greatest fear. You feel a scream bubble up to the opening of your throat, but no noise dares to release, shock taking over your entire body.
Cold, sharp pains spider through your back as you hit the water, knocking all the wind out of your lungs in one single splash. The feeling of watery nothingness surrounds your skin as it pricks you. At the waterpark, the lazy river had tried to pull you into its flow, desperately and immaturely trying to take its next victim.
But the ocean was experienced, eerily calm as it let you sink. And sink. Wrapping its deep silence around your form, you don’t think you’ll ever stop sinking.
And as you begin to cry at the thought, water fills your lungs.
“(Y/n)!” Haruhi tried to call, but you were already out of sight, plunging into the water below. Panic clouded Kyoya’s mind as he ran, all of his thoughts zeroed in on the conversation that he had just had with you minutes before.
I just don’t like the idea of being deprived of oxygen. Then I’d just sink, and be lost.
And now you were lost to him, falling into something you so desperately had tried to avoid.
In his pursuit, a hooded man, much shorter than Kyoya, tried to step in his way. The kid grabbed at him, and any anger Kyoya had in his body went into a singular push, sending the man tumbling to the side. “Get out of my way.”
Reaching the edge, Kyoya didn’t think twice. Discarding his precious glasses to the side, Kyoya shoved the problem of the disgusting man in the red shirt out of the way, and took the dive.
Long and lanky, he arched into the dive, his nearsightedness making it so your figure was just a blur from this distance, but he targeted it. His palm reached out and willed you to be closer, willed you to be okay.
“(Y/n)!” He called as your fuzzy figure disappeared into the ocean with a harsh slap, the sound echoing in his ears. Kyoya’s own fall ended as he dipped into the water soon after, cursing his terrible vision as he looked around.
A relieved exhale presented itself in bubbles when he finally saw you, drifting limply as the current pulled you along. Kicking hard, Kyoya stretched his muscles and his lungs as he held his breath, fighting against the density of the water. As he got closer, his stomach turned when he saw a small vein of red seeping from a cut in your leg, which only made him swim faster towards you.
Finally, his hand grasped your floating one, and in one quick movement, pulled you against his chest. With your weight against him, his logical mind rebooted, and he tucked your head under his chin as he swam up to the surface.
“(N/n)-chan!”
“Kyoya-senpai!”
The voices seemed so distant, your skin clammy and gooseing against the beach air. Something was moving you, you could feel a familiar pressure against the small of your back and behind your knees, but it didn’t distract from the wave.
Your blood waved, splashing and swaying against the walls of your veins. It felt like your muscles had melted into liquid, and you were still in the pool, being bobbed and pulled into the black of the ocean.
But then there was a shade of orange behind your lids, and blinking made it brighter. Something dragged over them still, tugging your eyes open as the sky moved above you.
Tufts of black hair and a very sharp jawline were the next visions to come into your view, and the waving stopped, replaced by the firm steps of Kyoya carrying you to safety.
“Kyo…” Your voice was hoarse, raw from unconsciously coughing up water as soon as you had reached the surface.
He didn’t respond, his gray eyes covered by his wet hair, but his grip on you tightened ever so slightly.
Instead, he looked forward towards what you would assume to be your friends, but you were too focused on the deep orange the sunset casted across the clouds.
“Where’d they go?”
“We took their ID cards and asked them to leave, not before showing them what’s for.” A voice said. Hikaru..yeah, Hikaru.
“The girls went back to the hotel and Mori called a doctor. He should be here any minute.” Kaoru follows like he always does, and the comfort of their routine brought you back to reality, especially when they mentioned the doctor.
“I’m fine, guys. I really don’t want to see a doctor.” You say, sighing as you leave Kyoya’s grasp. When your feet hit the solid ground of packed sand, you wobbled a bit, and Tamaki came into your line of sight.
His arms helped steady you, but he didn’t let go as you straightened out. “What were you thinking?”
Still a little dazed, your brow furrows. “What do you mean?”
“Tamaki, stop.” Haruhi says as she stands next to you, giving you one of her jackets to wrap around yourself.
“No, no.” Tamaki’s voice is low, collected. It shook you. “What were either of you thinking? You know, you aren’t martial arts masters like Honey and Mori-senpai.”
“Duh, don’t you think I know that?” You chuckle a bit, trying to lighten the mood, but you’re getting more and more frustrated by your best friend’s accusatory tone.
“You think this is funny?” Your prince is in disbelief as he raises his hands from your shoulders to the base of your neck. “Why did you confront them? What made you think you could stand a chance? You against two boys?”
“It doesn’t matter if they were boys and I’m a girl. They were harassing our guests, they needed to be stopped!” The emotional toll that today’s events have taken wore down your patience, and now you’re raising your tone, lacing it with betrayal and disbelief.
“We were there, Tamaki, we had to do something!” Haruhi takes a stand, trying to talk some sense into your best friend.
“That’s no excuse, you idiots! Don’t forget that you are girls!”
“Kyoya.” Turning, you look back at your director for some support. “Tell him we did the right thing.”
But there is no answer. Kyoya just stands there with his arms folded, his mouth formed into a straight, formidable line, securing all of his thoughts behind a single wall. Water drips off the ends of his hair onto his toned torso as his jaw clenches, not breaking eye contact with you.
“Kyoya?”
“You ran into a situation unprepared, unyielding, and irresponsibly. You put yourself in danger, self-sacrificing your safety for the needs of three girls you barely know.”
If Tamaki’s serious tone was shaking, Kyoya’s was chilling. It was cold, unrelenting as it jabbed into your heart with every syllable. “Are you mad at me right now? After you jumped off a cliff to save me?”
“I wouldn’t have had too, if you had been as smart as I thought you were.”
Defensiveness burns inside you. “I did what had to be done! Yes, it wasn’t safe, but it was me or those girls, and I couldn’t let them get hurt.”
“But you could put yourself at risk?”
“It’s different!”
“How?” With haunting grace, Kyoya outstretched his hand in order for Hikaru to place his lenses into his palms. Using the fabric from his shorts, he cleans them off the best he can, and slips them onto his nose. “The worry you felt for those girls when they were grabbed, and the worry that not only I, but everyone here felt for you when they saw you dangled at the edge of a cliff, you tell me how those are different.”
Heaving a heavy sigh, you run your hands over your face, not being able to put your feelings into words. “It just is. And I’m sorry you had to come save me, but I can’t understand why you’re so mad at me right now.”
“You can’t, or you won’t?”
“I don’t think I did anything wrong!”
At that, Kyoya’s piercing gaze sharpens, and you see his adam's apple bob, a signal that he is calling upon his immeasurable self-control. “You don’t think so? Fine.”
He steps forward, walking towards you and then brushing your shoulder as he passes your form.
“Kyoya, where-?”
“I don’t think we can speak again until you can admit that you were wrong.”
And with that, his form becomes a spot in the distance as he leaves you in the dusk.
Soon, you left the others to wander around Kyoya’s guest house aimlessly. You frowned at every framed picture of his family, even ones where he was young and round, not sharpened by what his world had to offer.
You climbed to the second floor, only to come to a line of doors.
“Bedrooms…” you confirmed under your breath, running your hands along the wall as you passed them. “But…which one..?”
On the door handle on the second room from the end of the hall, a yellow rose was tied around it, welcoming and ironic all at once.
A sad smile came to your face as you plucked it off the knob, then turned it, still holding it in your grasp as you entered the room.
The room was generic, but you noticed a bouquet of yellow roses sat on the bed, tied with a lavender ribbon. There was a note in the gorgeous arrangement, and you plucked it out from it’s stand.
Dear (Y/n),
My room is the one at the end of the hall, next door to this one. Should you need anything, you may let me know, and it will be done.
Have a restful night.
Sincerely,
Kyoya Ootori
Swallowing, you set the note down and fiddle with the petals of the roses, Haruhi’s jacket softly brushing against your wet form. That note must’ve been written before everything had gone down, and your heart turned a little at the thought of him coming in here and placing these here with care, knowing how touched you would be when you saw it.
Putting them on the nightstand, you drag yourself to your shower. While the hot water runs down your body, you rest your head against the tiles, trying to think your way through this.
Tamaki was frustrated, Kyoya was pissed, and Haruhi was almost hurt. Everything today had been overshadowed by a single action by two terrible people, and you hated it. The drama that had been going on lately, and the stress of the dinner with your family and Arai, had left you tired, emotionally and mentally. To make it worse, the person you wanted to talk to the most about everything that was going on in your head currently was not talking to you.
Lifting your head, you let the water splash onto your face before getting out and dressing into something that was finally more your speed. The week had been full of dressing you to the nines for the perception of others, but as you prepared to have dinner with your friends (or who you hoped were still your friends), you could wear something that expressed who you were, not who someone wanted you to be.
As you fixed your face and hair, a knock sounded at your door, methodic as it rang against the wood.
You almost wanted to ignore it, but the possibility of Kyoya being on the other side was too intriguing, and you rushed to the door, calming down before coolly opening it.
“So, now you decide to-oh. Hey.” Hiding your slight disappointment, you look up to see Mori standing in your doorway. “What’s up, Mori-senpai?”
“Dinner’s ready.” His mouth is curved a little at one side, and you can tell he’s trying to be a little more joyful for you, considering everything that happened.
He then raises his hand from his side, and presents an Ootori Hospital First Aid Kit. “Kyoya wanted me to give this to you. For your leg.”
Eyebrows raising, you take the kit. Throughout the drama, you forgot about the cut Ren had made on your calf. Seeing it now, the salt water helped stop the bleeding, and it was scabbed over, now just serving as a reminder of what you had gotten yourself into.
“Thank you, Mori.” Your gratitude came out as a sigh as you set the med kit down, and Mori watched as your form slouched ever so slightly.
“(Y/n).”
“Hm?” Looking up at him, he swallowed at the tiredness in your eyes. Doing what he thought was right, you felt the stoic place a comforting hand on your head.
“I can teach you. So can Mistukuni.”
“Teach me? Teach me what?”
“How to protect yourself.”
Two times you had been subjected to the whims of a confused, angered man. And both times, no matter how you had tried to fight against them, you were still untrained, still ignorant of the ways to use your power to its fullest potential. This time, when you looked back at your friend, your eyes glimmered.
“Really?”
A firm nod came from the tall man, and you couldn’t help the sigh of relief that expelled out of you. Arms opening, you reach out and hug Mori around his waist, nuzzling into his long frame.
“Thank you, Mori.”
The hand on your head tightened for a moment before he stepped back. “I’m gonna go get Haruhi, and we’ll walk down together, yeah?”
Nodding, you step out of your room, closing the door behind you. “Yeah, sounds good.”
The minute Haruhi had stepped out of her room, your eyes lit up.
A pretty pink nightgown draped over her shoulders, ruffles shooting out the side of her collarbone. She looked beautiful and elegant, and it was refreshing to see her out of the clothes that reminded you of the fight on the cliff.
And if you thought she was beautiful, the rest of the hosts clearly didn’t disagree.
As the three of you stepped out into the dining hall, the twins immediately shot up, mouths agape as Haruhi glided into the room.
Even Honey smiled as he stood on the chair of his seat, milk chocolate eyes glittering with the sight of her.
“Woah!” The boy-lolita said, and you stepped aside as he and the twins surrounded the honor student, complimenting her as she smiled gratefully.
Turning towards the long dining table, you see two figures. Tamaki fights the blush on his face as he stares at Haruhi, but still chooses to sulk at his place at the table. His purple eyes meet yours, and then they slide down, and your stomach coils as he turns himself off to you.
Daring to glance at the person sitting across from your prince, Kyoya leans into his chair, his black journal perfectly perched on his lap as he writes, and you swallow.
Knowing that Tamaki was a ticking time-bomb, you take your chances, walking up to the Shadow King.
“Is this seat taken?”
No response. Looking around, you see name cards propped against the plates, your name clearly written in a very familiar cursive. Must’ve been the preparations he had made before.
“Looks like it is now.” You say awkwardly, shuffling the chair out and sitting down next to the ravenet. “I, uh, I got your note. And the roses. They were really beautiful.”
His pen pauses, and his dark eyes lift over his pages to stare into space. Then Kyoya’s eyes shift down, and his writing continues.
Folding your fingers over, you wait silently as the other hosts fawn over Haruhi, literally twirling your thumbs. Tamaki is sitting across from you, avoiding your eyes. Rolling your eyes, you twist your mouth as you try to catch his gaze, and being the pushover he is, he holds it after a moment.
You tilt your head, sitting aggressively back in your chair. You’re mad at me too, now?
Violet eyes roll. He’s not mad at you, just hurt. Talk to him, mon ami.
You think I haven’t tried?
Clearly, you didn’t try hard enough. Flipping his blonde hair away from his eyes, your best friend gives you an incredulous look. The man jumped off of a cliff for you.
I didn’t ask him to do that.
You wouldn’t have done the same for us?
Your lips part a little, but you look away for a second before meeting his eyes again. A blonde eyebrow raises and Tamaki rests his chin in his hand.
I would’ve jumped off that cliff too if Kyoya hadn’t beaten me to it. We’ve all been through a lot today. Violet eyes are drawn back to the host in pink, and you sigh as they become distant.
Reaching across the table, you tap it lightly, hearing the writing beside you pause for a moment as Tamaki looks back at you.
You’re not going to tell her she looks nice? I figured you would’ve been all over that dress.
We aren’t speaking right now.
Your expression morphs into one of disbelief and slight annoyance. What? Why?
She acted childish, running up there with absolutely no regard for herself.
So did I, and you’re talking to me.
Deadpanning, he smacks his lips together. This isn’t talking! We probably look like crazy people right now.
A small smile takes up the corner of your lips, and he simpers back. Plus, I can’t stay mad at you.
Your eyebrows raise, an equivocal gaze clouding your eyes as you glance over to Haruhi and the twins. I doubt you can stay mad at her.
He straightens his back as a blush rises to his cheeks as Haruhi’s skirt swishes with her movements as the rest of the hosts make their way to the dinner table. She sits down next to him, a challenging look on her face as she spies on him from the corner of her eye.
Tamaki narrows his gaze and turns back to face you, a sigh rolling through his lungs. We’ll see.
The twins pull out a chair and sit, Kaoru to your right and Hikaru to his. After everyone gets situated, plates are filled with delicious looking crab legs and side dishes, creating an array of a colorful feast.
Cracking shells filled the air as no one bothered to speak, the tension of the room encasing your group into a box of crushing glass. Haruhi began to make a pile of empty shells on her plate, sending the prince that sat next to her in a state of disbelief.
Digging into your own dinner, you look over to your left to see Kyoya still writing, his portion of the catch of the day remaining untouched.
“You’re not eating?” Your voice raises barely above a whisper, afraid that if you broke the silence, the tenuous glass of tension would come crashing down on you.
Not even a glance from the megane. You send a pleading glance to your friend across from you, but Tamaki shrugs. Third times the charm?
Putting your cheek in your teeth, you try to get closer, pulling a strategy that has worked before. “What’re you writing about? Can I see?”
You sulk as Kyoya turns away from you, bending the spine of his book so that the pages are fully covered from your view.
Kaoru, having seen the whole thing, gave a wide eyed look to his brother. “Well this is uncomfortable.”
“Yeah, kind of awkward.” Says his twin.
Defeated, you sit back, smiling weakly as Kaoru puts a few extra crab legs from his plate onto yours.
Pleasured grumbles interrupt your self-pity as you and the twins look across the table to see Haruhi demolishing crab legs. Everytime she opened her mouth, she made an ‘ah’ sound, a blush coming onto her cheeks as she relished in the seafood taste.
“Oh my god,” bits of crab fall onto the corner of her mouth as she groans. “These crabs…taste in-crab-ible.” A cute, muffled chuckle escapes out of her full mouth as her stack of crab shells continues to grow. “Get it?”
Tamaki is caught in the splash zone, shells and crab crumbs being tossed into his space as he sits next to her. “Don’t you think you’ve had enough? Geez, Haruhi, give it a rest.”
“Hm?” Her sarcastic tone goes up in pitch as she fills her stomach with more crustaceans. “I thought you weren’t speaking to me.”
A tick appears inside the veins of Tamaki’s forehead as he grumbles. “You trying to be cute?”
Haruhi just shoots him a victorious side eye, taking another huge bite of her food.
Something broke inside the prince and he sighed harshly, slamming his napkin on the table as he rose. “Okay, fine. I get it. It seems you refuse to admit that you were wrong.”
He pushes out his chair, putting his hands in his pockets. “See if I care then, I’m going to bed. Kyoya?”
A voice that must’ve been foreign to you by now sounds a hum as Kyoya stops his writing immediately, giving all of his attention to Tamaki.
“Will you show me to my room, please?”
“With pleasure.” Kyoya then stands, an aura of nonchalance cascading into your space as he slides by you. “Excuse me, everyone.”
An air of ice surrounds you as Kyoya doesn’t give you a sparing glance, his cold shoulder sending a shiver down your spine while he and Tamaki walk out of the dining room, the large doors closing behind them.
Haruhi’s confidence dissipates as she watches her prince leave the room. Swallowing her food, she sadly cracks a new crab leg, the overconfident display now being replaced by a sincere realization.
“Maybe he’s right. Maybe I should learn to protect myself.”
Looking towards Mori, you share her sentiment. “Yeah, it might be a good idea.” You say, relaxing into your seat.
Hikaru and Kaoru reflect each other as they put their heads in their hands, giving the both of you empathetic glances. “So that’s it, they got to you, huh?”
Nodding, you look down. “Kyoya can be cold, sure, but he’s never just ignored my existence. Maybe I could take a class or something, I don’t know.”
“It wouldn’t hurt to learn martial arts…” Haruhi thinks out loud, now only picking at the food she had been devouring moments ago.
“But that’s not the real issue here.” The twins say, folding their arms onto the table.
“To be honest, we were all a little worried about how recklessly you two acted.”
Looking up from your plate, you and Haruhi both shoot Hikaru a confused glance.
“What do you mean?” You ask, bending around Kaoru to mee Hikaru’s gaze. “We didn’t cause you guys any trouble or anything.”
“Are you serious right now?” Kaoru asks, giving you a disbelieving look.
“Yeah, I mean you guys didn’t have to sprint up a cliff to help (Y/n) and fix my mistakes,” Haruhi reasons. “So you guys were fine, right?”
“That’s not true, Haru-chan.” Honey kneels on to the seat of his chair, his palms resting on the table as leans forward. “I think you guys should apologize, kay?”
“We were all worried, of course, but Kyoya-senpai and the Boss almost had a heart attack.” Kaoru says, speaking with his hands as he waves his fork around.
“We think you need to apologize to them the most. Both of you.” Hikaru states, the hand under his chin moving to support his cheek.
“But you were worried about us?” The twins looked to their side to see your eyes switching between the both of them. “But why?”
That earns you a deadpanned look from the brothers before Hikaru drops his head on the back of his chair, and Kaoru rests his head on your shoulder with a whine. “You’re both hopeless.”
A small chuckle rises out of you as you rest your head on top of the sneaky twin’s, your mind flashing through the previous events.
Stubbornly, you knew that you had done the right thing, and that you would’ve made the same choice if you were given a second chance.
But then you imagined the boy on your shoulder being grabbed by his shirt, hung over the edge of a cliff reaching higher than you thought it could reach, and your gut twisted. Then the image flashed to where Honey was held and Mori was running after him, or Hikaru, then Tamaki.
Then Kyoya. And you immediately understood their worry.
Swallowing wetly, you took a shuddering breath. “I’m sorry you guys.”
The twins raise their brow in surprise, and when Haruhi voices her apology too, it melts into a content simper.
“Awe, come here you little runt.” Somehow pulling you and Haruhi out of your chairs and into their arms, the hosts embrace you in a tight group hug.
“Don’t get all soft on us now, (Y/n).” The twins say as Honey rubs his cheek against a smiling Haruhi. You laugh and push them off, just in time to see the natural type’s face fall as her color disappears.
Hikaru notices immediately, holding her side. “Is something wrong?”
Haruhi’s stomach makes a concerning gurgle. “I don’t feel so good.”
And that was how Haruhi ended up in your bathroom, heaving her guts out in your toilet.
You’re sat on your bed as you hear the toilet flush, looking out one of the massive windows in the room as the moonlight lets itself in.
The light from your bathroom seeps into the space as Haruhi walks out, weakly falling onto your bed with a light thud. There’s a beat of silence as she flips over, both of you lost in your own thoughts.
“We kind of fucked up, huh?” You joke, still looking out at the ocean as it calmly waved against the shoreline.
“Yeah. We did.”
“Who do you think we should apologize to first?” You ask, meeting her eye line as she continues to focus on the popcorn ceiling.
She just shrugs, at a loss for the next step. “Should we go together? Or one at a time?”
“Probably one at a time. I’ll go to one, and you go to the other, and then we can just switch.” Sheepishly, you sigh. “Besides, I think that I have a little more to apologize for.”
“It could’ve been either of us, (Y/n).” Her low voice echoes off the walls. “If you had run in front of me, it would’ve been me who would’ve gotten thrown over.”
Another small silence blankets over you before you nodded your head sharply. “If we’re gonna do this, we gotta do it now.”
Haruhi props herself up on her elbows as she watches you push off the bed, an air of confidence surrounding you. “Now?”
“Now.” You stop in the mirror, checking yourself over to make sure you are presentable. “We will get the hard ones out of the way. You apologize to Tamaki, and I’ll apologize to Kyoya.”
“You sure you’re not rushing into things?”
“Nope! Just gotta get it over with.” Head held high, you walk out the door with Haruhi on your heels, picking up the first aid kit so you could return it to its owner.
You and Haruhi walk from your door to the end of the hallway, a lavender rose on one and a red rose on the other. Stopping in front of your respective hosts doors, you each raise a fist, preparing to knock.
“Ready?” You ask.
“Ready.” She sounds confident, affirming.
Then each of you turn around and switch places, losing gusto as you walk into Tamaki’s room.
Knocking softly as Haruhi enter’s Kyoya’s room, you step into the prince’s chambers, searching for the signature strands of blonde hair.
He jumps from his corner, the phone to his ear tumbling out of his grasp as you spook him with your entrance. Blowing out a breath, Tamaki runs a hand through his hair, tuning back into his conversation.
“Yes, Grandmother.” Your heart sinks as his tone loses the flamboyant flair you had come to enjoy. “I understand. Goodnight.”
Hanging up the phone, he turns back to you as he hangs up the phone. With a hand on his hip, your regular scheduled Tamaki is up and running, an exaggerated frown on his face. “You can’t just barge into a man’s room like that, mon ami! Think of your manners!”
Looking down, your fingers tighten on the med kit in your hands. You chuckle at his words, but it quickly quiets when you remember what you came in here to do.
Since you chickened out of one apology, the least you could do was try to get through this one.
Raising your eyes to meet his, blonde eyebrows rise as he senses utter sincerity in your gaze
“Tamaki, I’m so sorry for making you worry.” Earnest honesty blends into your words as you pour your apologies out to him. “Everything happened so fast, and I wasn’t thinking straight when I saw those men try to take advantage of those girls. I just got so mad, ya know? No one deserves to be treated like that.”
Tamaki parts his mouth, but sees that you have more to say, and closes it.
“Haruhi and I tried to run, but they caught the back of my shirt – well, it was Kyoya’s shirt because he let me borrow it earlier today – and I was forced into a fight or flight mode.”
“And you chose to fight.” The prince’s hands pocketed themselves into his jeans.
Nodding, your actions became a little frenzied. “I wasn’t going to be helpless again, not like that time in the dressing rooms during the physical exam. I can take care of myself, and I wanted him to know it. I wanted him to know I am strong and independent and I wasn’t going to let them do whatever they wanted to me.”
An annoyed sigh shot out of you as the moments on that cliff replayed in your mind. “But one of the guy’s had a knife!” You gesture to your leg. “And it all got out of hand so quickly that it seemed like I blinked and all of a sudden I was being held over an endless sea. I was stupid, and reckless, but I just wanted to help and save them, save myself that I completely–”
Your face collided with a shirt, soft and lavender-scented as your best friend embraced you. Your rapid heartbeat echoed against the close proximity of his chest before it slowed, and you breathed as you wrapped your arms around him. It was a tight embrace as one of your palms grabbed onto the cloth of his button down like a lifeline while the other pressed the med kit into his back.
“I’m sorry.” The apology is muffled as you nuzzle against him.
Pulling back, Tamaki looks down at you with a gentleness only he could provide. He grabs your hand and pulls you to an empty chair. “Here. Sit down.”
Brow furrowing, you sit as the large, red loveseat molds to your tired body, and you fight against your instinct to melt into the cushions.
Your confusion takes precedence, though, as Tamaki sits on the floor below you, crossing his legs before holding out his hand. “The med kit?”
Once you hand it to him, he pops it open and scans over the supplies. He stretches his hands and cracks some knuckles before shaking them around, as if they had been asleep for hours and he was trying to wake them up.
“I might not be good at all the medical stuff like Kyoya, but I can clean up a scratch or two.”
A light giggle rolls out of you as an intense look of concentration sculpts into his features. Setting everything he thinks he needs to the side, he opens his palm again. “May I?”
Rolling your eyes, your heart blooms at your friend's gentle touch as he begins to try and fix what you broke, even if that was what you had come here to do in the first place.
Eventually, Tamaki breaks the silence that had lulled over the two of you as he applies a cleaner to your cut. “That was my grandmother on the phone.”
Wincing at the medicine bubbling out of the cut, you nod. “I heard. I didn’t know if you wanted to talk about it.”
“There’s not much to say.” In comes another rare instance like the one at the Tiki Bar. An aura of calm maturity takes the prince’s form as he sits in front of you, completely concentrated at the task at hand. “She was angry, like usual.”
“Did she yell at you again?”
His nod twists your heart on its chambers, but his eyes flick up at you to stop you from giving him any pity before going back to the task at hand. “She is an angry woman. She was widowed when she was young and since then has had a pessimistic perspective on life.” A sad sigh escapes him, but he still manages to keep a serene smile on his face. “She is not a woman I will ever completely understand, but I think, for the rest of her life, I will always strive too. While I may never be on her good side, I want to always put my best foot forward and keep my mind open, so that I might see the world through her eyes. Understand what she is dealing with even if I don’t agree with her actions.” His chest shakes with a low laugh. “It seems I’m stuck doing that for all the women in my life.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m telling you I understand.” Tamaki rifles through the bandaids and picks one that must’ve come from some sort of Valentine’s Day collection: shiny, red hearts with a white background.
He places it gently over the scratch Ren had left you with, running his thumb across it in a loving gesture. “You were put in a terrible situation, and you did the only thing you, (Y/n), are programmed to do. Survive.”
His fingers swim through his hair again, and his violet eyes are swimming with genuine kindness with a hint of concern that you don’t think will ever fade away. “You're always by yourself. Your parents leave you alone in your home enough times, and you learn to depend on only yourself, because no one else has ever stepped up to the plate. You never call any of us for help, even when we are so close, until it’s too late. Until you realize that you pushed yourself too far.”
Leaning up, Tamaki puts his hands on the arms of the chair as he becomes eye-level with you. “I get it now.” A soft smile curls onto his handsome features. “I’m sorry I yelled at you on the beach. You grew up without relying on anyone else.”
Your eyes had gone wide and began to shine as Tamaki stood to his full height and held a hand out to you. “But not anymore. You haven’t been alone for a long time, (Y/n), not since you joined the club. Not since you met me.
Emotion wells up in your throat, making it hard to swallow as you quickly take his palm, jumping into his arms again with vigor. You feel him chuckle against you as he lifts you up in the air for a moment before setting you on the ground, your new band aid twinkling in the moonlight.
“So, you forgive me?” You say, wiping the small, joyful tears away before he could see.
“If you can forgive me for comparing you to my grandmother.”
“I was just going to ignore that. It seemed like you were on a roll there.”
You both laugh as Tamaki hands you back the med kit. He taps the top of it with his finger. “I think you need to return this.”
A different kind of feeling stuffed your airflow now as you looked out of Tamaki’s open door to the one across the hall, a lavender rose lacing the doorknob.
“Yeah, yeah I do.”
Feeling your feet begin to drag across Tamaki’s carpet, you force yourself to feel lighter, invigorated by your friend’s words. “Thank you, Tamaki.” You smile up at him as you pass through his doorway.
At your grin, Tamaki squeals in his place. “Awe, you’re so cute, mon ami! No need to thank me, no need at all!”
You simper as you flick him on the nose and close the door behind you, taking the treacherous steps towards the Shadow King’s door.
The feeling of your thumping heart began to ring through your frame, but you willed it to calm down. Looking around, you tried to spot Haruhi in her door frame, waiting for you to be done talking with Tamaki so that she could tag in, but it was so late that she might’ve just fallen asleep. You would understand, especially if her conversation with Kyoya was as emotionally taxing as yours was with Tamaki.
Every nerve stood on end as you raised your hand to knock, but hesitated. Would he be mad if you made so much noise in the middle of the night? Plus, if he had fallen asleep, he wouldn’t just wake up with a simple knock. The man slept like the dead who had turned to stone.
Your hand hovered over the doorknob, careful of the thorns guarding the purple rose. Did he even want to see you?
The image of his softened gaze as it dropped to your lips and then back to your eyes, shrouded in sunset as Kyoya’s hand gently lifted to your waist filled your mind, and it motivated you to turn the knob.
You had to salvage this. All he had asked was for you to admit that you had done something wrong, and now you were prepared to do that. It had taken some convincing, but you were ready to set aside your pride. Besides, to endure another moment of his gaze without the touch of softness he saved just for you would be hell compared to a little bruise on your ego. Maybe he will forgive you for waking him up.
You cringe, knowing you’re being way too optimistic.
The door doesn’t creak, the well-oiled hinges of an Ootori household silently as you sneak into Kyoya’s bedroom, barely opening the door a smidge before you see a shadowy blob on Kyoya’s bed.
Squinting your eyes, you struggle to peer into the darkness, and you open the door another centimeter, letting the light of the hallway bring some illumination to the shadows.
The med kit drops onto the carpet, not a sound adding to the empty soundtrack of this moment.
Shadows merge and billow before defining into bodies. Haruhi’s pink dress comes into view as the small amount of light grasps onto her form, revealing her as she lays wide-eyed on the bed. Her back sinks into Kyoya’s comforter as she looks up, blinking mildly at the form hovering over her.
Long tingles of darkness form into a body you admire, the man you adored caging your best friend under him like a predator. His muscles tense as his arms work to hold his body just above her, his naked torso defined in the contrast of the night.
Haruhi says something you couldn’t possibly hear over the blood pumping through your ears, and you see a smirk curl onto his face as if she said something clever, and Kyoya drags a thumb over his lip.
The image is burned into your skull as you race back to your bedroom, only a wall separating you and the betrayal next door.
Haruhi and Kyoya?
Haruhi and Kyoya?
Tears now welled in your eyes as you rushed to the comfort of the bed that wasn’t your bed, in a room that wasn’t your room.
Fuck! Your mind screams as you shove your face into your pillow, rocking back and forth as the picture of them together keeps flashing behind your eyelids, a persistent roll of film filling in all the areas you didn’t see in the dark. How their bodies must be closer now, closer than you and Kyoya ever were.
A hiccup escaped as the pressure in your chest tightened. Kyoya’s aversion to physical touch made it so he constantly kept an arms distance from you. Yet here he was, chest to chest with your best friend who you had grown to love like a sister you never had.
Your fingers dug into the pillow as before you threw it across the room. Yanking the covers over your head, you begged and begged anybody that was listening to turn back time.
Turn it back to the moment on the beach chair, under the umbrella in the glow of the sunset. Rewind to Kyoya serving you your favorite food with his sleeves rolled up, or the two of you linking fingers on a piano bench, the moonlight cascading down his soft smile effortlessly.
A hand claps over your mouth to keep any sob from passing through and sounding through the wall, and you realize that even though the ocean was outside your window, you still couldn’t find your breath.
It seems that Kyoya didn’t deserve to win those pictures after all, because the image that still pulses into your vision causes you to sink into darkness. You find a new worst fear as Kyoya’s name echoes into your mind as you become lost.
Next Time on Lavender Roses!
“I never noticed. Haruhi is perfectly suited to be accepted into an elite all-girl’s school.. And that’s exactly why I can’t let her transfer!”
“But (Y/n)’s been here for years, why does she want to transfer too?!”
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Happy 39th birthday EXILE TAKAHIRO 8.12.23
#hope you have a wonderful day#and your family spoils you rotten as you deserve#exile#exile takahiro#exile tribe#love of my life
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