#tamaki x renge

[myinterestsvary-writes]

The fact that they replaced Tamaki in the boy boot camp scenes for fangirl fulfillment with Renge… just talks to me 🤤 one in the same

[mysticalstuff]

Ohshc! Reaction to insecurity about money:

Never seen anyone include Renge so,…but can you tell who my favorite is?

Haruhi

Haruhi would completely understand where you’re coming from, as she grew up in a similar situation. She’d gently remind you that there’s no shame in needing help and would probably offer compromises, like splitting the cost or cooking meals together. She’d want you to feel comfortable without making a big fuss.

“I get why you feel that way, but there’s nothing wrong with asking for help. Besides, it’s just food—it’s not like I’m expecting you to pay me back with interest or anything.”

Tamaki

Tamaki would be heartbroken at the idea of you feeling self-conscious about money. He’d dramatically proclaim that he wants to take care of you and insists that you shouldn’t hesitate to ask. Expect a lot of heartfelt speeches about how your happiness matters more to him than money. He’d also make a point of showing you how much he enjoys "commoner" meals to make you feel less out of place.

“Mon amour, your happiness is priceless! Let me treat you—it’s the least I can do for the person who has captured my heart!”

Kyoya

Kyoya would handle it more pragmatically. He’d notice your hesitations before you even voiced them and would discreetly handle expenses without making a big deal out of it. He might casually say something like, “I was planning to cover it anyway,” to ease your worries.

“You worrying about this is a waste of time. Let me handle it—money isn’t something you need to concern yourself with around me.”

Honey

Honey would immediately insist on treating you, probably while hugging you tightly and offering you cake. He’d say something like, “You’re so silly! Of course I’ll pay for it!” He’d never let you feel guilty about it and would focus on making you smile instead.

“As long as I get to see you smile, that’s all that matters! Now, how about some dessert?”

Mori

Mori wouldn’t say much, but his actions would speak volumes. If he noticed you hesitating, he’d simply take care of the bill without a word and maybe give you a comforting pat on the head or a small smile to reassure you.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.”

Hikaru

Hikaru might initially struggle to understand why you’re self-conscious, as he’s used to a world where money is never an issue. He’d probably tease you at first, saying something like, “Why are you being so dramatic about something so small?” But when he realized your feelings were genuine, he’d become protective.

“You’re with me now, so stop worrying about stuff like this. Just let me take care of it, okay?”

Kaoru

Kaoru would be more intuitive and empathetic than Hikaru about your self-consciousness. He’d notice your hesitation immediately and gently address it, saying something like, “You know it’s okay to ask for help, right? It doesn’t bother me.”

“You don’t have to carry this on your own. I want to help you, not because I have to, but because I care about you.”

Renge

Renge would be over-the-top about wanting to help. She’d dramatically declare that it’s her duty to make sure you’re cared for and would probably come up with elaborate plans to spoil you.

“As your devoted partner, it’s my responsibility to take care of everything! Leave it to me, darling!”

Two posts in a month!?!? I believe that’s a new record for me!

[myinterestsvary-writes]

this is a minimal reason why they should be shipped. Enemies to lovers gold

y'all I am in tears over this imagine omg

So we know Tamaki was uprooted from his culture, his mother, his country and his language. He had very little time to prepare, and even though he had a private tutor, it's canon he was neither fluent in Japanese nor very cultured when he arrived.

now imagine Renge. Legit threw herself face-first into Japan, decided she was leaving and packed the same day, this violently fanatic weeaboo who only knew Japanese from anime and her computer games, arriving at Ouran and walks into the club

And Tamaki sees her and goes, "SHE'S LIKE ME!"

and everyone else in the club dies on the inside and thinks, there's two of them.

[rustycopper4use]

It’s Always Been You (Rewrite)

Pt 4

…

“Welcome!”

…

The entire host club was dressed in samurai attire, the guests swooned and sighed, Hikaru and Kaoru annoying Haruhi, while Tamaki fussed over her, Y/n and Kyoya watching from the sidelines.

It all felt like the usual formula for the club.

“I really gotta hand it to Hikaru and Kaoru, they did really well with the costumes.” Y/n brushed a finger across the embroidery near the end of his sleeve, it was the different suit’s of cards. 

“Good fabric too…” He mumbled, analyzing the stitching pattern.

“Hm,” Kyoya pushes his glasses up, sparing a look towards Y/n. “Of course it is, you think I’d let what we wear be any less than the best, it is one of this clubs main appeals to the guests.” He gave a closed eye smile. 

“Haruhi! you look so cute in your kimono!” A girl sparkled,

“Almost like a girl!”

“Thanks…” Haruhi, was now sadly in Kyoya’s line of vision.

“Haruhi, you’ve booked another appointment. It seems you’ve had a pretty steady flow of new customers lately,” Kyoya writes down something, opting for s scroll to keep with theme.

“Keep up the good work.” He looks up from the scroll,

“I’m not going to charge you interest on your debt like I normally would, so keep this up and you should be able to pay it off.” He tilts his head. “Although the rental fee on that kimono you’re wearing is nothing to sneeze at.” He closed his eyes with a smile, Haruhi stiffened, making her way father from the man.

“Hello Kyoya!” A shorter girl stood in-front of him, another guest right next to her.

“I can’t get over how great you look in that kimono. Are you planning to release anymore picture books of the Host club?” 

“Unfortunately we don’t have anything planned at present, ladies.” Kyoya looks at the two.

The twins pop their heads over the screen divider Y/n and Kyoya were standing behind,

“But doesn’t the club make alot of money-“

“—From the sale of promotional items?”

“That’s true but the items are poor quality. Those picture books were full of nothing but amateur hidden camera shots. However, if we want to make higher quality money making products, I’m afraid we’d have to use the schools budget.”

The twins look at each other, sliding down the divider.

“Hm…” Kyoya pulls out a calculator.

Y/n stared off to the side, his eyes landing on the main doorway, a dirty blonde haired girl stood hiding behind the door frame, intently looking at the room.

“I’ll be right back, I believe we have a new costumer.” 

Grabbing a yellow rose, Y/n walked over to the door, seems like the girl hasn’t noticed him.

“Hello miss,” 

The girl straightened her posture, her bow followed. Still, she was hiding behind the door frame.

“I didn’t mean to startle you, I was just wondering why someone as pretty as you was by yourself.” He smiled, holding up the rose in his hand.

The twins slid next to Y/n, leaning on him.

“-come on in. What are you waiting for?” Kaoru, and Hikaru both hold red roses towards the girl. “Watching from afar is no fun.” Hikaru cooed. “Please miss?” They spoke in unison, then came Tamaki, sauntering towards them.

“Stop that. How many times do I have to tell you boys to be more courteous to our first time guest?” He lightly shoved the twins off Y/n, Tamaki now holds a similar rose towards the girl as well. “Please, you don’t have to be afraid, my princess. I welcome you to the Ouran host club!”

The girl mumbled, almost taking a step back from the door, 

“Hm? What did you say?” Tamaki moved closer.

“No! Don’t touch me! You’re a phony!” The girl shirked, rage filled her body.

“Uh… What do you mean, I’m a phony?” Tamaki was quite shocked at the girl’s 180 switch in personality.

“Just what I said, you’re a phony! I find it hard to believe that someone like you is the prince character of this host club! You shouldn’t spread your love so easily like that, are you stupid! You must be a dimwitted narcissist! You’re incompetent! You’re a commoner! You’re disgusting!” She spoke, each word stabbing deeper each time. He began slowly falling in dramatic fashion, how he accomplished this is still unknown to scientists.

“He's created a new technique!” Hikaru spoke.

“-one man slow motion.”

Of course the commotion brought the rest of the hosts towards the scene. Kyoya looks at the girl, His scroll now under his arm, raising a brow. “I don’t suppose you are-“ She rushes over to kyoya, pushing over Y/n in the process, just to get to him. He falls down, landing on the palm of his hands, dropping the yellow rose in the process. ‘What’s her deal?’ He thought. The twins offered their hand, taking it, he stood up still holding their hand. “Ah! It’s you, Kyoya! Oh how I’ve longed to meet you! My one and only Prince Charming.” She dreamily spoke, leaving an array of shock and confusion amongst the group.

“Hold on, finance?” Y/n turned to look at Kyoya, his grip tightened on Hikaru’s hand, he gave a small yelp in response. Kyoya however, held little reaction.

“Of course. My name is Renge Houshakuji! And I’m transferring into Ouran academy’s first year, class A, tomorrow,” She gave a smile of pure bliss.

…

The hosts are now back in their usual uniform, now all sitting across from Renge. All except Tamaki, he’s hunched over in the corner.

“Why is he sulking?” Hikaru questioned, turning to look at the blonde.

“Because ‘Mommy’ kept a secret from ‘Daddy’.” Karou replied.

“Why does everyone keep referring to us like we’re husband and wife?” Kyoya spoke ignoring the pressing issue at hand, or rather next to him.

“Because you guys are.” Y/n spoke, leaning back against the chair.

“Ours is a story of love at first sight! I couldn’t resist the way you were adoring those flowers in the backyard when you thought no one was looking. How sweet it was when you reached out to help that poor little injured kitten.” She spoke starry eyed, leaving the host club more confused.

Y/n was weirdly familiar of the story but couldn’t yet place where, what could it be?… His brows just furrowed.

“She serious.” The twins said, losing belief in Renges tale.

“Could you have the wrong person?” Haruhi found it hard to believe Kyoya would do anything of the sort.

 “No way! I could recognize my love anywhere! He’s a gentle man, who’s kind to everyone and doesn’t ask for anything in return! He likes solitude, but he in fact sometimes does get lonely.” She ranted, while the twins grew more shocked.

‘Wait a minute…’

“Uki-Doki Memorial!” Y/n blurted out, the group stared in silence, Renge was basically vibrating in her seat.

“You know about it?!” Renge exclaimed, now with a big grin. He gave a nod in return. 

“What are you talking about?” Hikaru looked at the two.

“I knew the story sounded familiar, you’re talking about Ichijo Miyabi, right?” He tilted his head.

“HmHm!” She nodded excitedly.

“I love playing that game— I mean, uh” Y/n spoke with a gleaming smile, before getting quieter with each word, realizing his mistake.

“— He’s a real life Ichijo Miyabi!” She eagerly pointed towards Kyoya.

“An otaku…” Tamaki muttered,

“And there’s two of them…” The twins added on. 

“I get it now you're in love with the character.” Kyoya began looking blandly at the girl. Y/n let a sigh of relief at the change of attention.

“You’re projecting that love onto me and you’ve somehow believed it yourself that somehow we’re engaged. I assume this Miyabi character also wears glasses as well.” He spoke, a sense of relief that fell over the club.

“So she made it up. You’re not really her fiancée, right?” Tamaki looked towards Kyoya. “Well no, I don’t remember ever asking for her hand in marriage. Besides, this is the first time I’ve ever met this woman.”

Renge speaks to Kyoya ignoring the rest of the club.

“According to my research, I understand that you’re in charge of managing the club. Is that true kyoya?”

“That’s right! Kyo-chan is our director!” Honey spoke. 

“You’re the club’s director, that's perfect! Oh wow I’ve always wanted to wear a sandwich board to advertise a business!” She excitedly moved around.

“We don’t advertise. We’re just a host club.” The twins blandly spoke.

“We probably should, shouldn’t we?” Y/n turned to look at twins,

“I’ve made up my mind from now on I’m gonna be the manager of this host club!” Renge spoke, with the annoyance of the twins.

Y/n turns his attention to Kyoya,

“Uh, she seems nice but are we gonna really let someone we don’t know run the host club?—“ Y/n asked.

Kyoya looks at Y/n before continuing writing in his black notebook.

“Miss Houshakoji is the only daughter of a very important Ootori family client, so please be polite and try to play along with her ideas, alright?” Kyoya answered.

“I see…”

“Well boys, I can’t wait to work with you!”

…

The next day rolls around, and everyone is now back at The club.

“I thought about it last night and maybe having a lady manager isn’t such a bad idea.” Tamaki spoked.

“Why do you say that?” The twins asked.

 “Well it’s fairly obvious isn’t it? Renge just transferred into the same class as Haruhi. So, if Haruhi has a girlfriend around it could bring out the female within her. Renge’s girlish ere of tenderness might be able to stimulate Haruhi’s own sense of femininity.” Tamaki rants.

“Good grief.” The twins sighed at the prince's antics.

“Now’s a chance to help Haruhi get in touch with her feminine side. This is an important project, men! She doesn’t have any friends in class right now, except for those two shady twins. That’s no good for her!” Tamaki goes on unwantedly.

“It feels like I’m talking to my mother.” Y/n muttered deciding to but out of this conversation.

“Like you have room to talk!” The twins look like they’re gonna throw hands with Tamaki.

A voice booms across the club.

“Hey everyone!” Renge yells, holding a container. “You’ll be happy to know that your new manager, Renge, has baked all of you some cookies!” She spoke gleefully.

Tamaki buts in.

“Ah! Isn’t she ladylike! I’m so moved by your generosity.”

“I didn’t bake these cookies for you phony prince!” She scolded Tamaki pushing his face away, rushing towards Kyoya.

“I’m sorry I burnt them a little bit. I did the best I could, and I already know what you’re gonna say!” She spoke before daydreaming of her dating sim.

Honey grabbed a cookie while Renge was distracted, and took a bite.

“She wasn’t kidding, these cookies are really burned.” Mori immediately took the cookie from honey. “Don’t eat that Mitsukuni, it's bad for you.” Renge yells in embarrassment, scaring the small blonde.

Among the chaos Y/n takes a cookie as well and eats it, “Honestly not that bad.”

“Really!” Renge smiled.

“Hmhm.” His face slightly messy from the cookie, leaving a devious idea in the twins head.

“May I try?” Hikaru whispered, tilting Y/n’s head up to take a bite of the cookie that was still in his mouth, his eyes widening a bit.

“Uh oh Y/n~. You’ve got crumbs on your face.” Kaoru stated before moving closer to lick the crumbs off his face. Y/n was left frozen, a small blush at the uncalled for closeness.

Tamaki is now fuming, Kyoya was staring at the twins, Hikaru gave a devilish grin back.

“Did you see what they just did! He took a bite of it while it was in his mouth! The other one licked his face. I told you they’re shady twins! They can’t be trusted! They tried to seduce him!” Tamaki shirks, Kyoya writes in his notebook.

“You know, you really didn’t need to do all that. At least warn me before hand.” He grumbled, shoulders slumping.

“That’s not the way you’re supposed to react Y/n! You have to stay strong and reject them, then causally brush them to the side! Do you understand!”Tamaki drags Y/n away from the very pleased Twins, “This is harassment.” He tiredly looks at the blonde.

“harassment! If this counts as harassment then they’re twice as guilty! Someone called the police!” Tamaki yelled,

“Cut it out boss, we’re sorry.” They shrugged their shoulders.

Haruhi grabbed Y/n’s sleeve, pulling away from the trio. 

“Stop Bothering Y/n.” She scolded Tamaki.

“But-“

“No buts, leave him be.” She sighed. Tamaki retreated with his tail between his legs.

“Thank you Haruhi.” He gave a polite smile.

“Luke warm.” Renge grumbled.

“What?” Y/n turns towards Renge.

“Every single one of you! Except Kyoya, all of your characters are lukewarm! Each of you needs some sort of dark side, you understand? Girls are vulnerable to handsome young men who are troubled. If you keep carrying on like this, it’s only a matter of time before the girls grow tired of you and stop coming all together.” She yelled, throwing everyone for aloop. 

“Are you trying to ruin my precious Kyoya’s business? As your manager it’s my duty to change your character backgrounds.” She turns to look at Honey and points at him.

“Let’s start with you.”

Surprising the small blonde.

“If all you are is cute on the outside and cute on the inside then you're no different from a baby!” She tore into Honey with no remorse.

“From now on you are the baby-faced thug!” She points to Mori. “And Mori-senpai, you’re his childhood flunkie.”

She turns to the twins. “The twins basketball players who are enslaved in their world.” Next is Haruhi.

“Haruhi, you’re an honor student who’s constantly getting bullied.” “And for you Tamaki, you’re the school idol who is admired for your good looks but you actually have an inferiority complex hiding from the world. The lonely prince.” She eagerly turns to Kyoya.

“Ah and kyoya you're perfect just the way you are now. So I want you to stay as kind and affectionate as ever, kay?” She smiled. “Thank you, I’m honored.” He politely smiled. The whole interaction left a bitter taste in Y/n’s mouth.

“What about me?” He asked.

Renge turns her head towards the male.

“What about You?” She spoke. Annoyed with getting interrupted, from her special moment with Kyoya.

“My role.” Y/n dryly replies.

“Oh right…” she muttered, looking up and down at the male.

“Fine then, closeted gay best friend of the group! Every good story nowadays has one.”

“I-.. alright then.”

Hikaru grabs Kyoya's attention. “Come on Kyoya senpai!” “You’ve gotta do something.” Kaoru begs. “Why? Seems like the boss is up for it.”The twins turn to see the blonde strutting and posing, imitating a lonely prince. “How does this look Renge? Do these poses work for a lonely prince?” He muttered. “Oh wow you’re pretty good at that, but it would be more effective in the rain.”

“Let’s just wait and see how this turns out. I bet it’ll be interesting. It always is.” Kyoya spoke, with a small smirk.

…

The next day, the back of the school is covered in movie cameras, the staff rushed back and forth to set up new sets. And with Renge barking orders with a microphone, of course taking the role of director for this movie shoot. As it goes on the club re-enacts the script for the camera.

“Cut! Take five!” 

“How did we go from changing characters to shooting a movie about it?” Hikaru states.

“And why is there an entire film crew here to shoot it?” Kaoru adds in.

“Apparently, she flew them in from Hollywood. Don’t you recognize the director? He directed the vampire movie, Millennium Snow. It was number one in the grossing box office hit in the past year.” Kyoya answered simply. 

Y/n holds a script, his eyes returns back to the group,

“Why is my character confessing his feelings to Hikaru?” He mumbled flipping to the page.

“—It comes out of nowhere too…”

“And another thing, how come this stupid script portrays Kaoru as the pitcher.” Hikaru complains

“Yeah.”

Y/n hand tightens, slightly crumbling the pages, he lets out a cheesy snort before laughing,

“What does that mean?” Haruhi spoke puzzled at their wording.

“Oh you sweet summer’s child.”

“If you don’t know then never mind.” The twins responded. Y/n turns to Haruhi still giggling. “It- its. When two people love each other- pfftt.” Y/n could barely get through the explanation, now cover his mouth with his hand. “I don’t get it.” Haruhi who is now more confused than before. “Pitcher?” She muttered.

In comes the lonely prince. “Haruhi! So how was I? Did you like my performance?” He spoke with a cheerful tone, head covered by a white towel.

“It was pretty awesome. I’m surprised you were able to get into your character like that. You were really believable.” She praised The prince.

“I’ve discovered a new darker side of myself, I’m starting to think it might be a good idea to explore it. Hm..” Tamaki spoke. “Are you sure about that? Because I think you’re fine just the way you are Tamaki senpai.” This statement causes the blonde to flush beet red and look away, averting his gaze. “Uh.. you do? Well, if you say so, Haruhi.” He muttered. Y/n hums, and smiles, at the sight.

“Y/n!” Renge yelled, holding a directors mircophone.

“—You’re on!”

“Over here! These gentlemen just agreed to make a special appearance in our film!” She spoke excitedly. Behind her were two intimidating men with clearly raging daddy issues, and the regular type of rage,Y/n watches Renge explain the next shot. He tilts his head towards Kyoya. “That’s not gonna end well.” Y/n tiredly states. Kyoya smiles In amusement. “Whatever do you mean?” Y/n just blankly stared at the male, before Kyoya side glanced Y/n,

“We’ll just have to see what happens.” He spoked, walking away, going to talk to the staff.

Y/n turns back to Renge,

“—Afterall  we’re gonna need some tough guys for the big climax! That’s when all of the club members come together to fight against the real villains of the school. According to the script these two are from wealthy families that got their wealth from being apart of the Japanese Mafia! Don’t you think that’s brilliant casting chose?” 

“What’s with this girl?” One guy gritted his teeth,

“Whatever my dad does, has nothing to do with me!” 

“Renge—“ Y/n started.

“Just come over here and wait for your cue.” she naively pulled the guy’s sleeve, however he didn’t budge.

“Let go of me!” He yanks his arm away,

“Hey, do you think you can push me around! You don’t even know me!” He shoved Renge, Y/n heart dropped to his stomach. Without thinking, he rushed behind Renge as she harshly fell against him, taking him down with her. His back smashed into one of the brick wall behind them, he took most of the damage, cushioning Renge’s fall. His back making impact cause him get severely winded, and his head was pounding. He hunched over Renge, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes. He lets out a wheeze.

“This… is what happens when you unrightfully judge a person.” He sucks in air, regretting it immediately, since when was breathing this hard?

“I don’t understand what you’re saying?” Renge lets out a sigh.

Tamaki saw what was happening and pushed one of the guys up to the wall. “Which one of you jerks started it?” He spoke through gritted teeth.

“You know sometimes I wish I was wrong.” He puts his shaky hand against his head, trying to ease the migraine slamming against his head. He felt the weight against him move, Renge dust off her dress, being eagerly looking at the camera.

“You, please tell me you got that camera man!” Renge spoke.

“Other than the contact, that final scene was ideal! All it needs now is a moving narration by my sweet Kyoya!” She cradled her own face.

But before she could get a head of herself a harsh glass shattered got her attention. She turned around to see Kyoya holding a rock to a now smashed camera lense. “Why did you do that to my camera!” The guy yelled.

“What is wrong?” Renge asked, practically given a kicked puppy look.

“I’m terribly sorry I cannot allow there to be any record of a club member engaging in violence.” He narrowed his eyes at Renge.

“I think you’ve caused enough trouble around here Renge, please stop being such a pest.” He spoke bitterly, poisoning his ‘polite’ attitude.

Y/n would laugh right now, if his lungs didn’t feel like there were on fire, despite that the male is simply staring at kyoya, mesmerized by his actions.

“A-a pest! But you’re supposed to pat me on the head and tell me not to worry! You’re supposed to be kind and affectionate Kyoya! Why are you acting so differently now? Tell me why!” Her heart sinking in her chest. “Because that’s not the real Kyoya.” Tamaki spoke behind her. “Huh?” Renge is still processing The news.

“Does it really matter? Who cares if Kyoya is a little different than what you expect him to be. Take a good look at the person inside and get to know them little by little. It's a lot more fun that way.” Haruhi spoke honestly, tugging on everyone’s heart strings, Y/n shakily brought himself to his feet. Renge hung her head in shame, she ran away with tears flowing in her eyes.

“Are you okay Y/n?! You took quite a fall!” Tamaki squeezed his shoulders tighter, Y/n cringed at the loudness of the blonde,

“You should see the other guy.” Y/n points to the wall, before retreating with a hiss.

“Oh dear! My poor Y/n!” He cried, making Y/n’s headache worse if that was even possible.

“Tamaki, you’re not helping.” Kyoya appeared behind Tamaki, causing the male to squeak, now hiding behind the twins. Kyoya hand was bleeding, his fingers covered in cuts.

“Not looking too great yourself, huh?” He gave a strained grin, looking at his hand.

“You need to get your back checked out.” He glared at him, grabbing him by his sleeve and dragging him off towards a spare room. He goes into the room, Y/n behind him, and shuts the door.

“Take off your shirt.” Kyoya spoke, his back turned to him digging through one of the cabinets.

Y/n swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry.

“I-… Kyoya, don’t treat me like some common whore, you have to ask nicer than that if you wanna see me naked—“

“—Take your shirt off. please.” He interrupted the male, now facing him, First-aid kit in his hand.

Y/n simply nodded, holding back a witty remark. He slides his school jacket and tosses it to the nearest table, next he began to unbuttoned his top.

‘Now I really feel like a whore.’ He placed the collar shirt on top of the jacket, he turned his back to Kyoya. To show him his back of course, not the fact he’s five minutes away from turning a new shade of red. Kyoya looks at his back, after a while he decides to flip open the first-aid kit.

“So what’s the diagnosis, Dr. Kyoya?” He joked.

“How long do I have left—“ Y/n was immediately greeted by the burn of disinfectant.

“Sorry.” He dryly says before going to the next scrap.

“No you’re not.” Y/n let out a small sigh. He was trying to fixate on the hands on his back, and failing miserably.

“Looks like it’s just going to be some cuts and bruises.” He closes the first aid kit.

“Does that mean I can finally put my shirt back on?” He turned his head towards Kyoya, who in turn lets out a hum.

….

As the day ended, and the camera left as quickly as they came, the hosts went to their respective homes, leaving Y/n and Kyoya in the host club room. Y/n sitting cross legged on the ground working on his science homework, while Kyoya typed away on his computer. The sunset leaves a comfortable warm color to everything it touches.

“You know you don’t have to stay after club hours with me Y/n. Considering the fact you’re injured.” He calmly spoke, still looking at the screen. “I am aware of the fact Kyoya, but I needed to work on homework anyways.” Y/n sighs and leans on the front of the sofa Kyoya was currently working on, the cool frame of the sofa easing his back.

“—And besides. What would you ever do without, little old me, by your side.” Y/n teased, while stretching his back at a poor attempt to fix years of bad posture, his bruised back amplifying it.

“Most likely finishing my work faster.” He muttered before going back into his work.

“What are you even working on this time kyoya.” Y/n asked, science homework completely discarded now. “I’m editing Renge’s movie project.” Y/n stood up from his rightful place on the ground and looked at kyoya’s screen.

“Wow, that crew truly did a good job.” Y/n said. Leaning closer to see better, his arm now touching his.

“What else would you expect from a Hollywood production team?” Kyoya glanced away from the computer,

“Still can’t believe you broke that guy’s camera.” Y/n smirked before sitting down next to Kyoya.

“I mean, now that I think of it, that does seem like something you would do.”

Kyoya paused briefly his hands hovering over the keyboard.

“What do you mean?”

“Well you breaking the camera lenses felt very on brand. I can't really explain it.” Y/n looked around as if physically searching for the right words.

“It’s just everything you do, especially when an issue arises you always seem to quickly and efficiently tear it down as fast as it comes. You know?” Y/n quickly paused, his face flushed.

“Sorry, I'm rambling haven’t I? It's probably annoying to hear.” Y/n stammered.

“No need for apologies, I don’t mind it at all.” Kyoya mumbled, focussing on the laptop, he started typing again.

Y/n sighed, standing to his feet and packed up his bag.

“It’s getting late, I should go home.” Muttered stuffing his bag haphazardly into his bag. As he gets to the doorway he turns to look at Kyoya.

“Can I ask you one thing?” Kyoya looks up from the laptop. “What do you need?” He questioned.

“Try not to drive yourself mad with work again, I'd rather not deal with the club on my own.” Y/n joked with some underlying truth.

Kyoya smiled.

“You have nothing to worry about, and besides, I've been finished for a while.” He leans his chin on his hand.

Y/n stood still for a moment before chuckling.

“You truly are a work of art, aren’t you kyoya?” He grinned and left Kyoya alone in the room with a small smile on his face.

As Y/n got far enough away from the club room he harshly tugs on his hair,

‘Work of art??? Who the hell says that??!’

…

The next day arises and the club seems to be more packed than usual, and much more louder, much to Y/n’s dismay. 

“I bought the film you made!” One girl spoked “I bought it too!” Tamaki, now confused, asked one of the girls. “You did?” “That scene in the rain was just phenomenal!”

Tamaki turns to Kyoya.

“Kyoya?”

“I may have broken the camera's lens but the footage that was already shot wasn’t damaged. But naturally I did cut that one violent scene. Sales have been pretty good so far, and the Hollywood team did a fantastic job. But that is to be expected.”

“So this is what you meant by interesting.” The twins spoke, starring at one another.

“It’s best to have as much money we can have in the club’s budget.” Kyoya spoke, closing his notebook. “What else would you expect from kyoya?” Y/n joked, from right next to him.

“Good day everyone.” Renge spoke, and once again all eyes were on her.

“Wait, I thought you left for France by now.” Y/n asked, Renge walks right up to Y/n, now barely inches away from his face.

“I can’t believe I didn’t realize this sooner. It was so chivalrous of you to risk your life to protect me—“ Renge holds his face in her hands, forcing him to be at eye level with her.

“When Haruhi was talking about how fun it was to get to know other people little by little, he was clearly talking about us! I should’ve know it was you I’ve been looking for, ever since you mentioned Uki-Doki Memorial!” She squished his cheeks to emphasize,

“Come on Y/n, let’s go to my house and play some games together! I think it’s time you get to know me better!” Renge drags Y/n out the room by his tie, Y/n was blushing, embarrassed by her walking him like a dog.

“What?” Haruhi stood there as the two leave.

“Hey—“ The twins spoke in sync.

“Kyoya-Senpai,” 

“— You okay with that?” Hikaru slid next to him. Kyoya was still watching the door,

“Why wouldn’t be? Renge learned a valuable lesson.” His voice just a bit harsher than normally.

“Y/n basically just got a girlfriend, you’re not gonna do something?” Hikaru raised a brow, egging on man.

“You and I both know, Y/n isn’t—“ Kyoya glared at him, clearly not thinking it through.

“Gasp!” Tamaki covered his mouth,

“Y-you mean—“

The twins stiffened, they clearly didn’t mean to say anything,

“He likes another girl?!” He exclaimed. 

“Y-yeah sure boss,” They sighed.

Haruhi thought to herself for a moment, ‘Y/n isn’t….?’ Oh! She gets it now. Surprised he is the only one, considering the behaviour of the hosts in front of her.

[see-the-fandom-imagines]

What’s in it for me?

Chapter 3/?

Chapter 1 Masterlist

Pairing: Kyouya Ootori x Reader Author: see-the-fandom-imagines  Warnings: None at all.  Word Count: 3224 A/N: Next chapter! As explained before I didn’t 100% follow the anime, I also got inspiration from the live action and/or just made up a few things. Hope you still like it~ Let me know if you want to be tagged in the upcoming parts!

The next day you entered the club and the first thing you noticed was that Renge was already there. You groaned and rolled your eyes, you really didn’t feel like putting up with her. Immediately, you started to feel a little bad. She hadn’t done anything to you and yet here you were thinking so negatively about her. Maybe you should give her another chance. “Hey”, you greeted Haruhi and she greeted back. “What did I miss?” “Not much”, she said, “I also just got in, but I feel like they’re up to something.” She pointed at the other hosts standing in a bulk, whispering, and now you saw it, too. Oh-oh. And indeed, it didn’t take long until Tamaki got swept away again, raising his voice loud enough that you could hear him from your position. “So, if Haruhi has a girlfriend around, it could bring out the female within her. Renge's girlish air of tenderness might be able to stimulate Haruhi's own sense of femininity!”, you heard him yell. Haruhi exhaled exasperatedly next to you. “Now is our chance to help Haruhi get in touch with her feminine side! This is an important project, men. She doesn't have any friends in class right now except for these two shady twins. That's no good for her." “Hey, what about me?” You had stepped closer to them and put your hands on your hips. The slight feeling of jealousy was back and your decision to give Renge another chance began to falter. But the hosts barely reacted to your protest. “Well, you’re not really girly either”, Hikaru claimed, shrugging, turning back to the rest of the hosts. “Hey!” Now you were really upset. “You can’t just replace me like that!” Immediately, everybody stared at you, surprised about your emotional outburst, so you quickly talked on, trying to make the whole situation less awkward. “Haruhi has a girlfriend and it doesn’t matter if we play sports or bake cookies, it…” “Yes!”, Renge suddenly exclaimed. “I would like to make some sweets for Kyoya-sama.” Oh no, you had given her ideas. Without missing a beat Kyouya, who had kept in the background until this moment, stepped forward, happy about being able to stop the other hosts scheming and clapped his hands together, giving her a sweet smile. “What an honour that is for me!” He then turned around almost seamlessly, his smile vanished as he was looking at Haruhi and you and his usual serious self protruded. “Isn’t that right, Haruhi? (Y/n)?” You smiled back just as sweetly fake as he had before, but Haruhi stepped past you. “But we’ll have to get permission to use the home economics room, borrow the key…” Haruhi was just as motivated to do this as you were. At least you weren’t alone, but of course, that didn’t stop Kyouya. He stepped between you, placing a hand on Haruhi’s shoulder, talking in a low voice and facing you directly, so that Renge couldn’t see his expression. “I have the key”, he whispered. “What?”, Haruhi exclaimed, while you tried to figure out what this guy wasn’t capable of. “I thought something like this might happen, so I made a copy of every key in the school.” With these words and a superior smile, he pulled out a key ring full of keys out of his pocket. Your eyes widened and for a second you forgot that you were mad at him. This guy was truly something. “Cool”, you whispered, but cleared your throat immediately, not ready to give Kyouya that satisfaction, although you were almost sure he had heard you. Haruhi didn’t seem so happy about it.

Soon, you, Renge and Haruhi stood in the home economics room, wearing aprons and trying to teach Renge how to bake cookies. Still sulking, you kneaded your dough, still mad at the girl from France, who kept burning everything she touched. You knew you should have helped Haruhi saving Renge from her own mistakes, but somehow you weren’t in the mood. Suddenly, a movement caught your eye. Right there in the door you spotted all the hosts, given, minus Kyoya, fawning over the view. What did they think they were doing? You approached the door and no one seemed to notice you, except for Mori, who immediately hid behind the door, but it was too late, you already stood in front of them, raising an eyebrow. You cleared your throat and they all looked up at you at the same time. “I am going to close the door now” you said in cold voice, shutting it in their face to finish baking the cookies in peace. The audacity these guys had inbetween.

An excruciating hour later you walked back into the club, carrying your cookies. Renge went first, then Haruhi and you followed silently, still sulking. You would give these to your aunt later you thought. She deserved a treat. Tamaki was on one of his rants but got stopped immediately by Renge waltzing through. “You’re talking too much, Fake King", she said coldly, without even looking at Tamaki. In every other situation you would have smiled, but that feeling quickly disappeared, when she made her way directly over to Kyouya with her cookies, holding them out to him. “Kyouya-sama”, she caught his attention. You grumbled and placed down your cookies on a table, refusing to watch him suck up to her. “Haruhi-kun and (y/n) have shown me how to make commoners’ cookies.” “How marvelous”, he exclaimed happily. “How marvelous”, you mimicked him, making the twins chuckle. Kyouya acted like he hadn’t heard it, but you noticed his eyebrow twitch ever so slightly. You decided to see this as a win.

Of course where there were cookies, there was Honey. Sweetly he made his way over to Renge. “Can I have a bite?”, he asked with big eyes and looked at the cookies. Immediately, his smile faltered. They were absolutely burnt. “Yours look better”, Kaoru noticed, sitting down next to you and taking one from you. Hikaru took one, as well, placing it into your mouth, before raising your chin with his hand, and biting off the other half. “You still have some crumbles on your face”, Kaoru added, carefully licking off the crumbles of your face. You turned slightly red at the proximity, but couldn’t react, because you heard Kyouya clear his throat, making the twins grin up at him. Why did this feel like a plan? He stepped over to your little group. “Please, don’t forget how important her family relations are to me”, he said, looking at all three in a reprimanding fashion. You rolled your eyes. He raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure that’s what’s bothering you”, Hikaru said, slipping off the couch and stepping in front of Kyouya. “Or is it…”, Kaoru started, also getting up, but couldn’t finish his sentence, as he was interrupted by Renge’s loud voice. “You are all too tepid!” The entire host club stopped in their movement. “Every single one of you! Except for Kyouya, all of your characters are lukewarm!” Everybody just stared at her for a while, unsure about how to handle the situation. Your eyes flickered to Kyouya. “Each of you needs to have some sort of dark side, you understand? Girls are vulnerable to handsome young men who are troubled! If you keep carrying on like this it's only a matter of time before the girls get tired of you and stop coming altogether! Are you trying to ruin my precious Kyouya’s business?!” “Business?”, Mori’s dark voice rang out and you shot him a surprised glance. You could hear the hurt in his voice as she suggested that the club was nothing more than a business to him. Mori caught your glance and you tried to tell him with your eyes that you understood. He smiled weakly, and for a second you two bonded without words over the ridiculousness of the situation. But Renge didn’t even care. “As your manager it's my duty to change your character backgrounds! Let’s start with you!” She pointed to Honey. One by one, she went through the hosts. And you felt really bad for them. Whatever movie she was in, she needed to get back to reality. Sighing you leant back in your seat, waiting for her to finish. At least she wouldn’t talk about - “You!” You pointed at your face. “Me?” “You’re the Cinderella of the club!” “The what now?” Confused you looked around the room, but everybody was busy accepting their own new role. “You work hard, every day, being mistreated by the members, when all you want is a rich knight in shining armour.” You took a deep breath, trying not to yell at her, shooting Kyouya a glance that said “if I murder her, it’s her own fault.” You could see a smile appear on his face. A real smile. Not the fake one he had worn the entire time since that girl had appeared. Your eyes widened a little in surprise and your heart beat a little faster. He noticed your sudden surprise and his expression changed to confusion. But you didn't have time or the will to react to this, so instead you tried to collect your thoughts and put your attention on the person in the room you were actually mad at. “So I am the shallow rival?”, you asked almost sarcastically, raising an eyebrow at her, but again she didn’t even listen to you. “A rival in a dramatic love triangle!” Renge continued, grabbing your arm and pulling you next to Kyouya. “You fell in love with my beloved Kyouya, cause how could it be different!” A dark blush crept onto your face. Out of anger or embarrassment you didn’t know. “I’d never –“ you tried to stop her, but she was waltzing over you. “Kyouya-sama, however, has only eyes for his fiancé. Me. Meanwhile, Mori…”, now she grabbed his arm, pulling him on your other side, “…is deeply in love with you.” “That’s not how a love triangle works”, you chimed in, trying one last time to stop her, but she ignored you. “That’s right”, the twins appeared on your sides again. “Now if she would like me”, Hikaru started, tilting your chin up to his face, “but I would be in love with her”, Kaoru tilted your head towards him. Your noses were almost touching. “That would be a love triangle.” “Oh yes!”, Renge shouted, “that is genius!” “Why would you give her ideas?”, you sighed and saw that the twins at least also were embarrassed. They had backed off a bit, but both kept an arm dangling over your shoulders. “We don’t know.”

A few minutes later, Renge had not necessarily calmed down, but at least she was busy making some phone calls to whoever, so you got a bit of peace. You had sat back down at the table you had placed your cookies on to get a bit of rest after that whole ordeal. It was almost time for you to go home, anyways. Carefully, you began wrapping them, when Kyouya stepped next to you, but you didn’t even give him the time to lecture you. “Do I really have to be a part of this?”, you sighed instead.   He eyed Renge from the corners of his eyes, while he grabbed on of your cookies. “Hey!” You wanted to protest, but there was no use. “Do I need to remind you …”, he began speaking, that fake smile back on his face, he wore whenever she was looking at him. You rolled your eyes and didn't even let him finish his sentence. “Fine”, you interrupted him, “I’ll do it”, you said, focusing on wrapping your cookies. “But can you stop acting like that, then, please?” Surprised, Kyouya dropped his smile. “Like what?” He tried to keep his composure. “All those fake smiles and such when you’re talking to me.” You avoided his gaze and focused on your cookies. “That’s not you and I am not one of the girls you need to impress.” You looked up, but couldn’t look him in the eye. “I like you more, when you’re yourself.” With these words you got up and left the room. Kyouya looked after you, thinking, biting off a piece of the cookie he had taken from you earlier.

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Mori stood in front of you. Your gaze went over to Kyouya who stood behind the camera. “Don't be ridiculous, Takashi”, you sneered. “In comparison to everybody else here your family business earns mere peanuts.” You hated yourself for saying these words. Who had written this dialogue again? “You are nothing but the watchdog for…”, you kept on talking, when you suddenly felt Mori’s strong arms around you, pressing you tightly against his chest. Good for the twins, bad for you, Renge had decided that the twins were better off on their own so here you were now. You stiffened, according to the script, waiting for the hug to end. You did feel a little safer in his embrace, though, at least this way you could ignore the three cameras pointed at you. Mori always had something calming about him and you allowed yourself to relax for a second, before whispering “sorry” in a hushed voice that only he would be able to hear, before you pushed him away rather harshly. “You’re nothing to me. I could never love you.” Gosh, this was so not you. Why were you part of this again? But then your gaze found Haruhi behind the camera, who was talking to Tamaki, and you remembered. Ah, right. You focused back on the scene and on Mori who now knelt before you. He actually seemed a little hurt by your words. He was definitely a good actor that much you had to give him. When he spoke his voice was dark and soft as usual. “I can make you happy.” For some reason these words let your heart beat a bit faster, as you looked at the older host and you started to stammer. “Cut, cut, cut!”, Renge yelled, and you shook your head. “Sorry”, you apologized, more to Mori than to her. “I think I just need a break.”

You stepped over to Kyoya, who was scribbling something in his notebook again. “And? Happy with what you’re seeing?” He stopped writing for a second, not seeming to understand what you were saying. “I don’t know what you mean.” He avoided eye contact. Did he think … “Oh!”, you quickly exclaimed, “not that scene. No… I just assumed you are mostly accepting this behaviour because you need new material for your photo books.” He smirked and began to write again. “I really have underestimated you”, he said and you weren’t sure if you should feel insulted or happy about the compliment. You were just about to reply something, when Renge called you over for take two.

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You ran towards the commotion, worried about your friend. The twins had run over to you and told you what had happened and you immediately followed them back to the schene. When you arrived, Tamaki was looking at your friend intently, making sure she was fine. You sighed relieved. That guy really was alright. You stepped next to him, looking down at your friend. “Are you okay, Haru-chan?” Haruhi nodded. Now fully relieved, you exhaled deeply, when Renge’s voice made you tense up again. “Other than Haruhi's contact falling out that was an ideal final scene!” , she exclaimed happily and now you really had enough. Even with the risk of Kyouya murdering you afterwards, you couldn't just let this continue. “Hey”, you yelled at her, “my friend got hurt!” But she ignored you. You swore by god if she’d now make it all about … “All it needs now is a moving narration by my sweet Kyouya!” You had opened your mouth again, ready to give her a bit of your opinion, when a loud crashing sound interrupted your anger. Surprised you looked up to see Kyouya in front of you, having destroyed the camera lense with a big stone in one swift movement. You watched him in awe and you felt your pulse quicken. “I'm terribly sorry”, Kyouya started, ignoring the cries of the camera men, “but I cannot allow there to be any record of a club member engaging in violence. I think you've caused enough trouble around here Renge.” And then he said the one sentence you could have kissed him for on the spot. “Please stop being such a pest.” Took him long enough. You lowered your head, trying to hide your smile at these words. Finally, he was back to normal. Well, whatever normal was for him. And Renge definitely had needed a reality check. Your happiness was short-lived, though, because not a second later, tears started to fall from her eyes. Unsure about what to do you looked her. “A pest?” You reached out a hand to pat her shoulder, and she looked up at you with tear-stained eyes, before she turned back to Kyouya. “But you're supposed to pat me on the head and tell me not to worry! You're supposed to be kind and affectionate Kyouya! Why are you acting so differently now? Tell me why!” “Because that is not the real Kyouya”, Tamaki simply said into the silence. You smiled slightly. He could be really insightful if he wanted. As annoying as he was sometimes, his heart was certainly in the right place. You let your hand sink back to your side and your gaze wandered over to Kyouya. “Thank god it isn’t”, you said teasingly, and he caught your smirk, stepping next to you, while Haruhi confronted Renge. “What are you implying?” “I saw you be nice for two entire days, and it freaked me out, to be honest.” He chuckled. “Well, I told you, her family relations meant a lot to me. Why do you think I allowed all this to happen in the first place? Ignoring the fact that now I will have to pay for the camera lense, too. Should I add that to Haruhi’s debt?” You looked up at him. Somehow you were really relieved he had stopped this madness and was back to his usual, even if slightly scary, self. You knew he had allowed all of this for a reason as usual, but he had also stopped it eventually. He said for the sake of the club, but something told you that this wasn't the full truth. You smiled slightly. He really was intriguing. “Don’t act like the video material hadn’t been saved digitally. I’m sure you’ll recover financially.” And with these words you left his side, to walk over to Haruhi who was actually comforting Renge. Maybe, you should give her another chance. Or at least save Haruhi from the situation.

Again, Kyouya looked after her, a smirk appearing on his face. He watched her kneel down next to Haruhi and Renge, talking and trying to calm down the latter. He scoffed and looked at the stone he was still holding in his hand, throwing it up and down a few times. Getting you into the club had been certainly the most interesting thing that had happened in a long time. 

Chapter 4

[box-of-roses]

*•*•*•* Starring •*•*•*•

Tamaki Suoh

Can You Keep a Secret? -> Hosts react to you after getting anesthesia

Kyoya Ootori

Can You Keep a Secret? -> Hosts react to you after getting anesthesia

Hikaru Hitachiin

Can You Keep a Secret? -> Hosts react to you after getting anesthesia

Kaoru Hitachiin

Can You Keep a Secret? -> Hosts react to you after getting anesthesia

Haruhi Fujioka

Can You Keep a Secret? -> Hosts react to you after getting anesthesia

Renge Houshakuji

Nothing yet, request something

Masterlist

[kakusu-shipping]

Hello !! :)

I just wanted to ask about your opinion on the ship Tamaki x Kyoya (Ouran Highschool host club)

you could also answer for any of the other host club members since I'm curious about those too!

The entire Host Club + Renge, Nekozawa, Kasanoda, Reiko, Mei, and maybe Arai are all a Polycule to Me and any combination of them is Great.

[quillisadoll]

I just so a post about the club loving fnaf so I decided to assign a video game to each character

(might be ooc idk)

Hikaru: I think Hikaru would like something fighting based, maybe something like mk1 or street fighter, and he would be both extremely good and extremely bad at the same time

Karou: Karou would totally be into Minecraft, Hikaru would play with him, they have made many many worlds. (Karou is the builder while Hikaru is the miner)

* note that Hikaru and Karou both love fnaf and make people are are unaware of the jumpscares play it (cough cough Tamaki cough cough)

Honey: Honey would love Kirby, specifically that one where he consumes all of those random objects like a car or a staircase. He would also like Kirby's epic yarn (totally not me projecting) oh he also has an animal crossing world, he has every single ac game!

His fav villager is Merengue :3

Mori: I think he prefers watching honey play more than actually playing himself, he mostly get dragged into playing animal crossing with Honey. If I had to choose a video game for him it would be those tower defence games.

Kyoya: Kyoya also doesn't game much, I also think he would be more into the story than the actual game play. He would love omori, he would totally find the story intriguing, he would kinda be annoyed by combat but he is really story driven and a completionist so he would fight through the combat.

Tamaki: just dance 2016 and fortnight

Haruhi: Haruhi doesn't really care for gaming, the twins bought her a Nintendo switch so they could all play Minecraft together but they don't really play it much. The game they probably play the most is animal crossing.

Renge: it's already cannon that she loves dating Sims but I feel like she also has a animal crossing world, she totally would have Raymond because it reminds her of that anime dude he liked that looks like Kyoya. She's also played ddlc before and Monika gave her nightmares. Oh and she also has a Sims world with all the hosts. She also has a full PC set up and she 100% live streams.

* another note, since so many of them play animal crossing they have a shared world that they all play on! It was Honeys idea!!!

[nekorenge]

Rises The Moon fic snippet

Umehito Nekozawa x Renge Houshakuji

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The man in all black crouched in the school garden, arm extended into the bushes in front of him, his back to the approaching girl. Upon hearing her hesitant footsteps, he turned to face her and stood, putting his hand into his pocket.

“Ah, Renge… I was hoping you would meet me.”

“What were you doing in the bushes?”

“Oh… I saw a cat. I was trying to beckon it out.” He scratched his neck, embarrassed.

Her heart melted a little. “...Well, be careful for thorns, there are rose bushes around here.”

Indeed there were roses. Blooming black roses dotted the well-maintained landscaping.

[CONFESS TO HIM]

[ASK WHY WE MET HERE]

Renge’s eyes were tinged red from hours at her game. The newest addition to the Uki Doki Memorial series had to be one of their finest, and the new characters immediately captivating. Luckily, it was available on her handheld console, so she didn’t even have to part with it at school. Curled up on a couch all to herself towards the back wall of Music Room 3- ‘overseeing the Host Club’, she had unconvincingly claimed- she was hours deep into a staring contest with the machine that was about four inches from her face, and loving every second of it.

No one dared bother her or they would certainly invoke her wrath. Honey-senpai already tried to pass her a plate of strawberry shortcake out of naive goodwill and got spooked by an enraged Medusa. Only she could break herself from this spell, and why would she want to?

The sound of crashing and a sudden shriek rang throughout the room.

…Okay, maybe she would break away, if only for a second.

She peered up over her game console, to meet the gaze of surprised aquamarine eyes from across the room.

There was also Tamaki, who was sprawled on the floor, a panicked expression still blatant on his face. Next to him was a small wooden side table, its contents wasted and shattered on the tile flooring.

Looming, standing above him was Nekozawa, who seemed to have been gently antagonizing the superstitious man beneath him.

But where a Cheshire Cat grin might have been resting on his lips before, it was gone. Instead, he had caught Renge’s eye as she peered over her game, his face unreadable.

Just behind him, on the wall, the dark wooden door to the Black Magic Club was ajar. Had it always been on that wall? Had it been there minutes ago? These were questions for another time.

The twins took this moment in time to encircle Suoh, grinning wide as they teased him for his fearful reaction to the sudden appearance of the Black Magic Club leader. He sputtered and attempted to shoo them away.

Meanwhile, Renge lowered her gaze to re-engulf herself into the world of Uki Doki Memorial, until…

Nekozawa was headed towards her, avoiding eye contact.

The rest of the club was distracted, continuing to playfully bicker amongst themselves and tease the flustered Tamaki who had now righted himself and brushed off the shattered ceramic. And yet at the same moment, the cloaked man traversed to the back corner of the club room.

Curious, she lowered her game console.

When he reached her, he laughed, a mix between his usual creepy one and one that betrayed his nerves, before clearing his throat and cautiously explaining, “Kirimi… has been asking after you. She has quelled my dark magic long enough to compel me to ask if you might come to our estate to read with her as soon as you can.”

She pulled her game back up just a bit higher, “reading” the in-game dialogue, feigning indifference.

“Hrm, I’ll consider it for Kirimi but I don’t know if I want to come over to your haunted house.” She gave him a pointed look, nose wrinkling.

“Miss Houshakuji, please consider it. You have no idea her wrath. I have not known peace…” he elaborated, a slight desperation in his voice, hand on the arm of the sofa and slightly bent at the waist to be at her eye level. Even his puppet looked exasperated. He lifted an arm slightly to reach within his robes and obtain a small envelope, held closed with a messy pink wax seal. He held it towards her with a furrowed, embarrassed brow.

She lowered her video game and took the envelope by an end. Bowing his head in acknowledgement and gratitude, he straightened up before whisking his cloak around him like a classical vampire and abandoning the club room.

Across the room, the King of the Host Club had his fingers over the backrest of a sofa as he continued to peek at the back corner of the club.

“This is no good.. two dark and powerful beings combining forces like this can only bring trouble, I’m telling you…” he muttered.

“I think you’re the only one here that needs to be worried, boss.”

“Yeah, after all, they’d have some reason to come after you, what with her grudge and you almost stealing his sister.”

“Gah!! You really think so?! Kyoya! We must intervene!” Tamaki stiffened, panicked at the twins’ words.

“With all due respect, I really don’t see what we would need to interfere with here or why.”

Oblivious to the suspicious whispers and panicked words about the mysterious letter passed between the Black Magic Club Leader and the Host Club Manager, Renge had the sealed envelope tucked neatly in her dress pocket and was once again fully absorbed in her game.

[cherryblossompink303]

Patience: ~Jungle Pool SOS!~

➼ pairing: Kyoya Ootori x Reader ➼ summary: when kyoya offers up his families yet to open resort no one could have guessed what would actually happen. ➼ what to expect: “I have a duty of care for you" ➼ warnings: none ➼ Part six | Part eight

Now considering this was technically considered a club activity you have to admit this was the most relaxed you had been in a while. The sun beaming down on you while you sun bathe, even the usual drama of host club antics get lost in the serenity of an empty resort.

"I must admit Kyoya, when I joked a few years ago that the ootori group should create a holiday resort and label it as a form of therapy I didn't think you took it seriously" you muse, eyes closed as you bring in the sun rays.

Kyoya shrugs but quickly remembers that you can't actually see him "Believe it or not I don't completely disregard your ideas, expecially when they truly have merit, my father seemed to agree"

You hum knowingly at what he actually meant by that statement "I'm assuming that he doesn't know that it was my idea then" You tease, not really being that mad about the stolen idea, it wasn't like Kyoya was getting any direct monetary profit from the resort. "I did try crediting you but he had a hard time believing a fifteen year old girl came up with it by herself"

You weren't exactly surprised, you had met Kyoya's father after all, you knew what it was like by now. Luckily you were too relaxed to care at that moment.

There was a moment of silence, peace between the two of you. It was actually something you enjoyed when spending time with Kyoya, the two of you never forced conversation for the sake of it, which on it's own sounds sad but it makes any words that the two of you do exchange all the more important.

"If...you have any more ideas like that...tell me about them...I can at least appreciate a good idea when it comes from you" you laughed under your breath, "Well of course" lifting your sunglasses to rest against your head, sitting up to face him properly "You have taste"

"Why thank you my dear" he joked, taking a sip of his drink, watching chaoes unfold as Tamaki and the Twins argue over what Haruhi should wear. Typical.

“Haru-chan! Let’s play! You wanna go swimming in the current pool with me?” Honey tugs on Haruhi’s arm with a pink float decorated with bunnies clinging to his waist.

“Nah. I’m not gonna swim today. Hold on. You know how to swim; you still need that float?”

Honey shakes his head, “Mm-mm. Just looks cuter this way, you know?” Honey spins on his heel to go prancing in the other direction toward the current pool.

“Mm, he’s right. Those bunnies are pretty cute.”

“He’s so innocent.” The twins materialize on either side of your chair despite the umbrella above them.

You sigh, leaning back in your sun lounger basking in the controlled chaos you are used to.

“No way! You’ve got it all wrong!”

You start, awakened by a powerful rumbling in the ground and echoing voice.

“Is that Renge?” Haruhi turns her head to the offending sound.

A cabana splits in half, and the trees part to make way for her infamous contraption, the rumbling sound now accompanied by her shrill laugh.

“How does she do that? It’s like the rig follows us.” Haruhi sweats.

you groan, pinching the bridge of your nose "One day, all i want is one day"

“That outfit’s pretty impressive,” Hikaru observes Renge’s two-piece bikini and a tattoo winding up her ribcage.

“What’s with the tattoo on your stomach?” Kaoru inquires.

“Oh, that? You don’t recognize it? I’m cosplaying.”

“Yeah, as who?”

“La-La~”

“LaLa? Like the manga magazine?” Kaoru grumbles.

“Her petite and slender frame, her blue eyes that light up young men’s faces, her singing voice! I am Quon Kisaragi!” Renge extolls.

“I wouldn’t have guessed.” Haruhi sneers.

“I had no idea who you were supposed to be.” Tamaki shrugs.

Once again, the twins and Tamaki are huddled in a circle as Renge poses for Haruhi, who watches, miffed.

“Hey, Boss, are you sure it’s okay for Renge to be dressed-”

“-like that?” They point to the girl in question.

“Well, yeah. That’s okay.” Tamaki shrugs indifferently.

“And why is that?”

“Because it’s cosplay? I guess.”

“Listen up, boys! You obviously need help understanding Haninozuka’s hidden motives. Look!” Renge notes, pointing over to Honey and Mori.

“Takashi!” Honey calls, landing in the current pool and letting the current sweep him gently away as Mori watches fondly.

“What are you talking about?” Tamaki implores.

“Think about what he said to you earlier.”

“Just looks cuter this way, you know?”

“He’s not being as sweet and innocent as you think.”

From the chair next to you, Kyoya shoves his glasses up his nose, “I agree. Try putting the word 'I’ at the beginning of that sentence.”

“I just look cuter this way, you know?”

“I look cute!”

“He planned that?!”

“That’s Haninozuka for you. In the last part, he felt threatened by another loli-boy type, so he’s taken steps to keep his rank. I should give him more credit. He’s a lot smarter than I thought.” Renge descends into the ground and disappears.

“Hey! Look at this, everybody!” Honey draws everyone’s attention to him and Mori.

Mori swims diligently against the current with Honey on his back.

“Check it out! Look! Even though we’re swimming really fast, we never go any farther than we are now!” He waves excitedly.

“So, what’s up with him?” Tamaki groans.

“Could he really be that smart?” Haruhi interjects.

Hikaru cocks his super-soaker water gun; the squeaking draws Tamaki’s attention to them before he’s blasted in the face with a stream of water.

“I got ya!” Hikaru winks handsomely, resting his weapon of choice on his shoulder.

“C'mon, Boss, let’s go! Let’s have a water gun fight.”

“It’ll be me and Kaoru against you. If you get it in the face, you lose. What do you say?” Hikaru implores, hand on his hip.

“Forget it.” Tamaki dries his face, “Why would I want to subject myself to a childish game like that?”

An idea forms in each of the twins’ minds.

All of a sudden, you’re grabbed by your wrist and pulled from your nap with an exclamation of surprise.

“y/n, I think it’s time that we got married! Then we’ll honeymoon in Atami!”

You quickly break from their hold, sitting back down on the lounger really not wanting to get involved. "Considering if y/n was going to marry anyone it would be me you clearly haven't thought through your plan very well" Kyoya spoke up, glaring at the twins before nodding towards haruhi.

The twins quickly pick up what he's putting down "Good point Kyoya, we were thinking about this all wrong, Haruhi clearly is the better option SHE should marry us"

"gee thanks" you mutter but its clear that it did the job of pissing off Tamaki, breaking out a waterfight between the three of them.

“I’ll get you guys! Sideways-leaping shot!” Tamaki launches himself sideways, but the twins shield themselves with two comically large tiki masks.

“That’s cheating!” When Tamaki lands, his foot catches on the previously discarded banana peel, and he tumbles noisily into a totem pole, head first.

You wince and suck in a breath through clenched teeth, “Oh- that didn’t sound good.”

One by one, the animals on the totem pole’s eyes glow an intimidating red until the final animal at the top is shining.

You remove your sunglasses from your eyes and place them on your head, “That… doesn’t sound good either.”

As if he senses something is amiss, Mori drops his glass at your feet, attention diverting to Honey in the current pool, still carelessly kicking his feet.

Something underneath the water rumbles, and a wave develops until it’s practically a tsunami. With wide eyes, Honey watches as it heads straight towards him.

“Wah~!” It crashes over him, and his bunny float is sent soaring into the air- but without him inside as he’s flushed in the wave.

“Honey-Senpai!” You lurch from your chair, and your sunglasses fall discarded to the ground.

“Mitsukuni!”

Both you and Mori hurry to see if you have enough time to save him, but Mori slips on the same banana peel and falls harshly to the unforgiving concrete.

“Mori-Senpai,” You call in concern.

Tamaki jabs a heroic finger in the air, “Gentlemen, we’re going after Honey-Senpai! That pool looks like the quickest way!” he announces, referring to the pool Honey was treading water in before he was washed away.

“Charge!” Haruhi, Mori, and the twins follow Tamaki’s lead as they sprint haphazardly in a random direction.

As you see that Kyoya’s stayed put, you decide that it might be best to stay put as well. His family did build this resort, after all.

“Wait! I wouldn’t go-”

It’s already too late; the club has come across the alligators in that direction. “There are alligators in there!” They flee as quickly as they can.

Tamaki jabs another heroic finger in the air, “Okay. So we can’t use that pool, then let’s try this way next!”

But where Tamaki has pointed, several more alligators appear, snapping their jaws in a warning.

“They’re here too!”

“And here!”

With his more petite, brown leather portable notebook, Kyoya’s glasses glint off the sun as he explains your current situation.

“Those alligators belong to the park’s tropical animals exhibit. I guess it is kind of dangerous to let them run wild.”

“And yet i'm supposedly the one with bad ideas?” You huff in frustration, peering at Kyoya from your crouched position on your nap chair.

“Though, the cause of our present situation seems to be the location of the switch for the current pool. I’ll have to have a little chat with our designers.” He snaps the notebook shut.

“Thanks a lot, you guys. I got some great data today.”

“You what?!” The club exclaims.

“Ok I'll admit that is a little smart" You shrug.

“This is a map of the Tropical Aqua Garden. This is our current location. We need to get here- I have a feeling that’s where Honey-Senpai probably ended up. It might be tough, because to get there, we’ll have to make it this jungle area in the southern block.”

Kyoya drags his pen along the map to indicate your path, “Distance-wise, we’re talking about 800 meters.”

“It looks like there’s a lot of undeveloped areas. And idea what might be lurking in those parts of the jungle?” Haruhi cautiously inquires.

“Since they’re still being developed, I’m afraid I don’t know.”

“Yeah, someone’s going to have to carry me.” You lift your arms high and glance around for any takers.

None. Yet. You’re going to have to work on your skills.

“Whatever’s out there could be even more dangerous-”

“-than alligators.”

“Alright. Now, this is a mission of survival! I know we can make it through the treacherous jungle in one piece… It is our sworn duty to save Honey-Senpai!”

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In the dense plant life and humidity of the inner workings of the jungle, the sunlight is much more filtered than it was out in the open.

“Wow, this place is just like a real jungle, huh?”

If you couldn’t see the glass dome and someone had dropped you off in the middle of this theme park with no knowledge as to how you got there, you might have believed you were in the jungle.

“Yeah, and I keep hearing all of these really strange animal calls,” Haruhi grumbles.

“You don’t think that all of those animal sounds-”

“-could belong to the real thing, do you?”

Kyoya shrugs, “To be honest, I’m not sure, but I do know that my family always strives for authenticity whatever the cost.”

"There surely must be some kind of ethical issue if that is the case, wouldn't be a good healing facility if there is a serious alligator injury" you pointed out, suprised that Kyoya's family would put actually dangerous animals in an enclosed area.

Kyoya hummed "I suppose so but it also wouldn't surprise me if that was on purpose to drive more business to our hospitals" he muttered only loud enough for you to hear really. It didn't surprise you either really but you dreaded to think if that was actually the case.

As if on cue, Mori slips and falls behind the group. At the loud grunt and crash, you all turn to him. He lays unmoving with a banana peel on his face.

“Mori-Senpai is-”

“-acting as clumsy as you do, Boss.” Hikaru and Kaoru worry.

“Shut up!” Tamaki snarls as Mori sits up from his position on the ground.

Your accusations are correct- Mori is more worried than you can imagine.

The sunlight diminishes greatly, and you look overhead to see the beginnings of rainfall.

“Uh-oh, it’s about time for the squall,” Kyoya notes as he checks his wristwatch.

“Huh?”

The first few drops fall, then it turns into a downpour. You and the club take refuge in a nearby pavilion with a straw roof.

“Hey, Mori-Senpai. You seem to be really close with Honey-Senpai. Are the two of you like childhood friends?” Haruhi inquires from her seat in the pavilion beside the twins as Mori leans on the edge, watching the raindrops fall.

"You don't know?" hikaru asked "They're cousins" Kaoru added. You lean back against the wall of the shelter you are all in, sighing as you look out into the rain.

"Now this is the kind of rain that I remember" you mutter to yourself, the rain reminding you of europe. Kyoya also leans against the wall next to you "Hello? It's me. Well, we've had an incident that's caused some trouble"

you look up to see Kyoya on the phone, most likely to either his father or someone high up in his private police force. "No she's fine. yes she's unharmed" You raised an eyebrow, obvious that he was talking about you although you were confused on why whoever he was talking to was asking about you.

In the mean time Mori and Haruhi seem to wander off "Yes, at once, please" he finally put down the phone. "My family's private police force is going to send in a search and rescue team to help us, they're better equipped to find Honey-senpai than we are. so let's just go back to the gate and wait there"

The others weren't listening except for you, too busy arguing over Haruhi. "Hey, where are Mori and Haruhi?" he questioned as all of you left the shelter to head for the gate, but he shrugged it off, figuring they would show up at some point with a search and rescue team around.

The other boys rush ahead, still arguing "when you were on the phone before, you were talking about me? weren't you?" You ask kyoya, looking up at him as he looks ahead. "I was, why do you ask?"

You dead pan at him, head tilting at the side "You know why"

Kyoya sighs "you know I have a duty of care for you, as does my father, if I call up our police force when it is known that I am with you it is protocol to ask about your safety" he explains.

He pauses, stopping in his tracks "You know, I'm don't believe I mentioned to them that there are other visitors here. Huh. Oh well" He shrugs carrying on, hovering a hand over your back to urge you forward.

however instead of finding the gate you instead find a series of police officers on the floor with honey, Mori and Haruhi standing before them. We break out into a run at the sight of them "Haruhi!" Tamaki cries.

"Are you alright?" he adds, the five of you out of breath as you come to a halt "Hey its Tama-chan!" Honey says as if he hadn't just knocked out a dozen guards.

"You okay, senpai?" Hikaru asks. "Haruhi!!!" Tamaki leaps for her "I was so worried" the twins bend down to check on the guards "I'm not sure what happened here, but at least they're alive"

"It's pretty amazing that this is Honey sepai's work"

"He must have been really holding back" they continue to poke at the guards

"Huh?"

“What do you mean he was holding back?” Haruhi queries with innocent eyes, although Tamaki is in serious pain.

“So then-”

“-you don’t know about Senpai?” The twins seem bewildered by her lack of knowledge.

“The Haninozukas are famous for their martial arts. Not only have they helped train the police and SDF forces, but they’ve also worked with several overseas military forces.” Hikaru elaborates as they abandon their fascination with the grounded soldiers.

“Honey-Senpai, in particular, has been called the dreadnaught of the Haninozuka family. By the time he was in middle school, he’d become the national champion in both karate and judo.”

Honey turns when he feels he’s called, then giggles with closed eyes.

That’s the karate and judo champion for you.

“Mori-Senpai’s no slouch either. He won the national championship in kendo when he was just in middle school.”

Haruhi looks to her savior, and he turns when his name is mentioned.

“So how were you able to find us, Honey-Senpai?” the twins inquire as Honey has returned to his natural aura.

“It wasn’t hard. It didn’t take me long to reach the end of the current pool, so I decided to look for you guys.”

“We humbly apologize!” A different, more foreign voice pipes in, and the attention of the club directs to the soldiers, now reoriented from their initial shock and kneeling to the ground in a show of respect.

“I am a second-generation student of the Ishizuka Dojo!”

“I’m a student of the Todoroki Dojo!”

“And I’m from the Otakeh Dojo! We are in your debt!”

Honey’s eyes and posture display innocence and confusion, “Why? Is something wrong?” His voice can easily be mistaken for an eight-year-old boy’s.

“Yes, sir! We’re so sorry, sir! We were unaware that we were searching for Mitsukuni Haninozuka! We’ve committed a terrible offense here! I apologize for this confrontation. But my dojo will be so excited to hear that I’ve come face to face with the great Haninozuka! I cherish this moment!”

You snort, scooting closer to Kyoya, “I bet if he offered them an autograph, they’d pass out.” You snicker. You almost draw a smile from him, but rather he gives you a condescending look.

“What? I bet I’m not wrong.” You pout.

Honey takes Mori by the wrist and gently brings him down to his level, patting him gingerly on the forehead, “Takashi~ you did an amazing job of protecting Haru-chan.”

This patronizing show of affection elicits a smile from Kyoya as he adjusts his glasses.

“I bet you were pretty lonely without me around, huh?”

Mori’s eyes dart to the right where Haruhi is stood, “I don’t know if I’d say that.”

Honey smiles with a fond giggle.

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With the sun setting, the clear, blue water now fades to an orange, coral color as it washes upon the shore. It has taken the rest of the day to walk back to where you’d begun this journey.

Despite his earlier resentment, you now ride on Kyoya’s back, limp arms slung around his neck and your cheek pressed to his back, eyes contently shut.

Back to your much deserved nap.

“You know, maybe we should go to the beach next.” The twins stride ahead with arms casually thrown behind their heads.

“Yeah, the beach would be nice.” Kaoru agrees.

Kyoya glances over his shoulder at your relaxed features and smiles fondly. He’ll have to keep you away from the water.

“You idiots, Haruhi’s not interested in anything like that.” Tamaki scoffs confidently.

Haruhi smiles gently, “Actually, I might like to go to the beach.” It stuns the club, each one stopping in their tracks to look at her.

“I may not be into this silly water park but I like the ocean. It would be nice to go the beach, and it’s so pretty.”

Completely recovered and acting like he hasn’t just opposed it, Tamaki glitters, “Yeah! Alright. Then that’s where we’ll go next time.”

“We’re all gonna go to the beach, Tama-chan?” Honey quips, perched on Mori’s shoulders.

He hums gently, “That’ll be fun, don’t you think?” His inquiry is directed to Mori below him.

Mori simpers fondly, “Yeah,” It’s not hard to pick up the genuine agreement in his tone.

Next time on patience 'The Sun, the sea, and the host club!'

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Lavender for Royalty; Sage for Wisdom (Book 1) Chapter Four

Kyoya Ootori x Reader

Chapter Four: Abatina for Fickleness

Summary: Renge arrives at the Host Club and brings chaos with her.

            “Welcome,” said the Host Club. They all wore yukatas in various floral designs and smiles for the guests. “And peace to you in the months ahead.”

            Today’s theme for the Host Club was “spring” despite the cold weather. After all, how else to warm the hearts of their guests?

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            “You look so nice, (Y/N),” said a guest, smiling widely.

            “Thank you,” said (Y/N). They sat with their guests in a sage green yukata stitched with dark green leaves overtop. A few flower pins sat in their hair. “But I’m sure you’d look better.” They unpinned one of the flowers, leaned over, and slid it into a guest’s hair—her face promptly turned red. (Y/N) smiled. “I was right.”

            The girls squealed and grabbed each other as the one with the flower nearly fainted. “Me next, me next!”

            “There’s plenty of flowers for everyone,” said (Y/N) gently.

            “Wow, (Y/N)-senpai, that was impressive,” said Haruhi, blinking as she walked by.

            “Everyone likes to feel special, Haruhi,” said (Y/N). “It’s no secret.”

            “At least you’re not using fake tear—”

            Hikaru and Kaoru covered Haruhi’s mouth before she could finish speaking.

            “It’s just one of the tricks of the trade,” said Hikaru.

            “Girls just melt at the sight of tearful eyes,” said Kaoru.

            “But you’re scamming them—”

            “Here!” Hikaru pushed a small box into Haruhi’s hands. “An uncommon, expensive, tea snack, just for you.”

            “For me, really?” Haruhi looked at it.

            “Are you fond of them, Haruhi?” said the guests.

            “No, I don’t care for sweets, but…” Haruhi smiled softly. “It would make a nice offering for my mother.”

            Everyone stared at her and her soft words with amazement. Tears came to many girls’ eyes (and, of course, Tamaki’s eyes).

            “That’s very sweet of you, Haruhi,” said (Y/N).

            “Youngster, take some home for yourself.” Tamaki put another box into Haruhi’s hand. “Not your mother.”

            “This will be for my mother,” said Haruhi, deadpan.

            “You can have mine, Haruhi!” said a guest, and the other girls nodded.

            The door of Music Room 3 opened, and (Y/N) looked over. A girl was peeking into the room, and (Y/N) smiled encouragingly.

            “Welcome in,” said (Y/N).

            “Come in, please,” said Kaoru.

            “Oh, pretty!” said Honey.

            “Welcome, princess,” began Tamaki, holding out a hand. “To our Ouran Host Club—”

            Slap!

            “Don’t touch me, you phony!” shouted the girl.

            (Y/N)’s jaw dropped open in surprise.

            “How did you get to be king of this club? The king does not spread his love around like cheap margarine!” She glared and pointed at Tamaki accusatorily. “A girl’s heart responds to the enigmatic smile, the indecipherable glance! You’re just a mushy oaf! An air-headed pretty boy! A second-rate Romeo! In short—a lousy lover!”

            Tamaki’s let out an inaudible, strangled scream as his ego was torn to shreds. He deflated and slowly fell to the floor.

            “That’s a new move,” said Kaoru.

            “Personal slow-mo,” said Hikaru.

            “Oh, dear,” remarked (Y/N), watching.

            “Hm. She may be correct,” said Kyoya.

            “Kyoya!” gasped the girl. She ran forward and threw her arms around him. Kyoya’s eyes widened slightly, and the other hosts watched in shock. “How I’ve ached to see you! My one, my only prince! I’ve missed you, fiancé!”

            “…Kyoya has a fiancée?!” said Hikaru and Kaoru.

            He has a fiancé? (Y/N) had no idea.

            Their stomach twisted strangely.

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            Dressed in their proper uniforms, the Host Club sat across from Kyoya’s “fiancée.”

            “My name is Renge Hoshakuji,” she said, smiling. “I’m transferring into 1-A tomorrow.”

            The hosts looked at Tamaki, who was still sitting sullenly in the corner.

            “He’s all mad because ‘Mom’ kept a little secret from ‘Dad,’ ” said Hikaru and Kaoru.

            “Not that I care, but how long do you intend to keep referring to us as ‘Mom and Dad?’ ” said Kyoya.

            “You created the Host Club, so it makes sense,” said (Y/N), amused.

            Renge wasn’t listening and continued to ramble. “Oh my, it was love at first sight. Watching him commune with plants in the yard, which get so little attention, then tending and comforting that injured kitten…” She sighed.

            “Really?” Hikaru and Kaoru sweat-dropped. “That’s hard to picture.”

            “Are you sure it’s Kyoya you saw?” said (Y/N), tilting their head. Kyoya wasn’t…evil (okay, it was debatable), but he certainly didn’t “commune with plants.”

            “Wow, senpai, he’s standing right there,” said Haruhi.

            “I mean him exactly!” declared Renge. “Kind to all and sundry, asking for nothing in return! A lonely soul who loves solitude! Priceless moments captured in a love simulation game—”

            “Aha,” said (Y/N).

            “—Featuring Ichijo Miyabi from ‘Uki Doki Memorial!’ And you—” Renge pointed at Kyoya. “—look just like him.”

            Everyone froze.

            “A fan girl?!” cried the host club (it was the first time they’d met one in person).

            “Now it starts to make sense,” said Kyoya. “She’s fitting me to a game character and figures that makes her my fiancée.”

            “Then you’re not…really her fiancé?” said Tamaki.

            “Not to my knowledge,” said Kyoya. “And I’m fairly certain I’d know.”

            (Y/N) nodded, and the slight knot in their stomach undid itself. Kyoya didn’t have a fiancée.

            “Then just say that, you fool,” said the twins.

            “I checked, and it seems Kyoya manages this club,” said Renge excitedly. “Is that true?”

            “That’s right, he’s in charge,” chirped Honey.

            “Omigod, that’s perfect!” said Renge. “I’ve dreamed of being a shop supervisor.”

            (Y/N) and Haruhi exchanged a look of amusement on (Y/N)’s part and irritation on Haruhi’s part that said “rich people.”

            “So what?” said Kaoru. “We’re a host club.”

            “Not a bakery,” finished Hikaru.

            “I’ve decided!” said Renge. “As well as training to be a good wife, I will serve as manager of this Host Club.” She was in her own world, not listening to anyone but her own heart.

            “Um, Kyoya?” coughed Tamaki.

            “She’s the daughter of one of my family’s key clients,” said Kyoya. “Please treat her with respect. Or else.”

            “Put that way…” The hosts all turned to Haruhi, who blanched. “Haruhi!”

            They made a run for it while Haruhi shouted indignantly.

            “This one’s all yours! Daddy cannot help you now!” said Tamaki.

            “You’re on your own!” cried the twins.

            Mori picked up Honey and ran.

            “Sorry, Haruhi!” said (Y/N).

            “Wait…” Haruhi trailed off.

            “Failure will increase your current debt considerably,” said Kyoya. He didn’t particularly want to deal with Renge, either.

            Poor Haruhi.

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            “Haruhi’s so cute in an apron,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “I could watch all day,” sighed Tamaki happily from where he peeked into the kitchens of Ouran as Haruhi taught Renge to make sweets.

            “They’re making snacks for Kyo!” said Honey, smiling. “I want some…”

            “I’m sure Haruhi will give you some,” said (Y/N).

            “Renge intends to manage us?” said Kaoru, watching Haruhi have to direct Renge in everything.

            “Poor Haruhi,” said Hikaru.

            “Fools! Don’t you see what’s happening?” said Tamaki excitedly. “A room filled with the scent of baking snacks made by two, uh, best girl buddies! It’s the latest phase of our big project to get Haruhi to awaken her femininity! In such a congenial and uniquely feminine atmosphere, Haruhi will realize—”

            “Zip it, you faker,” said Renge coldly at the door.

            “Tamaki, femininity and masculinity are silly binaries,” said (Y/N), smiling and lacing their fingers. “Don’t force anyone into it.” Tamaki was just being silly since he was obviously a little bit crushing on Haruhi, but (Y/N) liked seeing him get a little nervous anyways.

            “Kyoya, Haruhi taught me how to make a commoner’s cookie,” said Renge, pleased with herself. “I must confess I’ve never baked before, so I was a little nervous.”

            “I see,” said Kyoya politely. “They have a rather deep color.” (They were black and burnt).

            “Yes, they’re a tad overdone,” said Renge. “But I know that you will say, ‘If you made it, it is a feast fit for a king!”

            Hikaru hummed doubtfully as he crunched into a burnt cookie.

            “What is this—a rock?” said Kaoru, munching on another one.

            “Not very yummy…” said Honey sadly.

            Renge growled angrily at all of them, and Honey fled to Mori.

            Hikaru and Kaoru exchanged mischievous looks before going to Haruhi’s side as she tasted her cookies. Kaoru leaned down and bit off the other end of the cookie.

            “Tasty,” he said.

            “Oh, my.” Hikaru leaned in and kissed Haruhi’s cheek to get a bit of frosting. “Let me help.”

            Haruhi deadpanned, unimpressed, while Tamaki short-circuited and began to yell at them incomprehensibly.

            “I can wipe it off myself,” said Haruhi, monotone as ever.

            “Well, her male buddies are piling up fast,” said Kyoya as he watched Tamaki’s fire return.

            “Tamaki is never satisfied,” said (Y/N), chuckling.

            “Hey, hey, bad! Very bad reaction!” said Tamaki, grabbing Haruhi’s face. “You should chastise them for their impertinence!”

            “Tepid.” Everyone looked over at Renge. “All of these character are tepid—except Kyoya.” She put her hands on her hips. “There’s no depth, no shading, no angst. Women love to swoon over tragic, handsome men. Without that, men are just silly and stupid and boring. And that will not do for Kyoya’s shop! This calls for major character revision.”

            She does realize we’re real people…right?

            “Staring with you!” Renge pointed at Honey, who had tears of fear in his eyes. “Being cute inside and out is too one-dimensional. From now on, you’re cute outside, but inside…you’re a ravening monster!”

            Honey gave a cry of fear.

            “Mori, you will hover over Honey, consumed by concern for him. Your every rare utterance will be profound!”

            So not much changes there.

            “The twins will agonize over how their similarity constrains your individuality! Especially in…yes, the basketball club!” Renge threw a basketball at the twins (Where she got that, no one would ever know).

            “Haruhi, hm, well, poor in wealth and family, yet a student at this school, that’ll do!” said Renge. Haruhi sighed.

            “But you, (Y/N), hm…we can’t copy Haruhi’s backstory—”

            “Technically, I came first,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “—so, you will be the insecure scholarship student who uses flirting to cope with their loneliness!” said Renge.

            (Y/N) deadpanned, and Haruhi patted them on the shoulder. “I’m sorry, senpai,” she said. (Y/N) was very much the opposite of that idea.

            “And Tamaki!” Renge pointed at him. “Praised and idolized everywhere because of his appearance, he doesn’t know who he really is! ‘The Lonely King!’ ”

            “The Lonely King…” Tamaki looked very flattered and poetic all of a sudden. “It fits me perfectly.”

            “Kyoya is fine. No changes necessary,” said Renge dreamily.

            “I’m honored,” said Kyoya.

            The rest of the Host Club was unsurprised and unimpressed with her reading of him.

            “Kyoya,” said the twins. “Do something.”

            “Such as? Haruhi is in charge of her,” said Kyoya. “And look—” He gestured at Tamaki.

            “Renge! How’s this for a vision of abject loneliness?” said Tamaki, draping himself across a bench dramatically.

            “Well posed, Tamaki!” said Renge. “It would look even better in the rain!”

            “Our president’s quite into it,” said Kyoya.

            “Oh, Tamaki,” sighed (Y/N). They crossed their arms and looked at Kyoya. “Are you sure about this?”

            Kyoya smirked slightly. “Let’s just see how it goes, shall we? Could be interesting.”

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[demonslayelover]

Honey Senpai’s Cavity

This is a Mitsukuni x reader. This one shot takes place during the episode where he had his cavity.

Warnings: None

Enjoyyy~~~~

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Y/n smiles as she walks through the halls of Ouran Highschool, her (long/short) hair seemingly glowing as she walks the halls. She stops in front of a room where a sign above the door read “Music Room 3”.

She smiles knowing that this is the room she had been instructed to go ti by her mom. She opens the door gently and instead of the usual rose petals she was hit with a cry of pain as she steps in.

“Are you okay Honey~senpai?” Haruhi asks as she looks over at Y/n upon her arrival.

“No! I took a bite of cake and my tooth started hurting!” He cries as he holds his cheek in pain.

“Hm it appears Honey~senpai has a cavity.” Tamaki says as he leans down and inspects Honey~senpai’s tooth.

Mori leans down and looks at him as he feels his heart tense up when he remembers he didn’t remind Honey~senpai to brush his teeth.

“Um hi?” Y/n says awkwardly as she walks into the room and tries not to interrupt their conversation.

“Y/niieeee!” Honey~senpai cries as he runs towards her and hugs her tightly.

“Y/nnnn! My tooth hurts!” He cries as he clings to her.

“Yes Honey it’s called a cavity.” Y/n smiles as she hugs him back and pets his head slowly.

“What the what?! Who is that gorgeous girl and why is she coddling with Honey~senpai?!” Hikaru asks shocked as he looks at his twin.

“Maybe their close friends?” Haruhi suggests as she looks at them curiously.

“Ooo or maybe their enemies but only in privacy they can be intimate?!” Tamaki asks but everyone just ignores him and a pretend arrow strikes his left shoulder.

“Maybe their online friends?” Kaoru suggests as he holds his hand up to his chin in a thinking position.

“Ooo! Or maybe they’re best friends who secretly love each other and want to privately confess!” Tamaki says as a dramatic tear rolls down his eye but once again he was ignored which caused another arrow to strike him in his right shoulder.

“Maybe their families are partners?” Haruhi asks as she thinks.

“Maybe their lovers who can’t be together because of their families!” Tamaki shouts and that’s everyone’s last straw so they all yell.

“SHUT UP TAMAKI!” Even Honey~senpai yells but he cries and clutches his tooth as Y/n gently sits him down on the couch and hands him Usa~Chan.

A final arrow comes out and shoots Tamaki in the heart as he cries and heads to his mushroom growing corner.

“Honey you shouldn’t yell with your cavity.” Y/n says as she sits beside him on the couch when she feels a rattle shake her and the couch.

“Hmmm… seems like there is a secret going on in the Host Club.” Renge grins as she pops out of her hole in the ground sitting to her table with her tea cup full of commoners coffee.

“You’re still here?!” Hikaru asks as he looks at her scared.

“Yes you idiot. I’d never leave my dear Haruhi here with you hooligans.” She says rolling her eyes before her eyes meet Y/n’s.

“Oh my god! Honey~senpai has a lover?!” She shouts which finally pisses Kyoya off.

“Yes! I tried to hold my pateinede until they finished but I can’t take it. That is Y/n. She is Honey~senpai’s girlfriend.” Kyoya explains once he reaches his wits end.

The host clubs faces stay the same but after a few seconds their eyes all widen as they look back and forth from Kyoya to Honey and back to Kyoya.

“Really? He’s got a girlfriend?!” Hikaru and Kaoru ask in sync as they look at Honey and Y/n.

“Yes. It’s true. I know that look that they give each other. It’s the look of true love.” Tamaki gasps in shock as he comes to the realization.

“Huh. And how do you feel about this Mori? Did you know?” Haruhi asks the silent boy.

He nods as he smiles gently as if saying he’s happy for them.

“Then I guess it’s settled. We all were wrong.” Hikaru sighs as he looks down defeated.

“Except for Tamaki~San.” Y/n says as she smiles at them

“WHATTTTTT?!” The host clubs members (minus Mori and Kyoya since they both already knew) scream so loud it rattled the school.

“Yes me and Honey’s parents are enemies and we’re in a secret relationship. Though I guess not so secret since you all know. And we were best friends until we confessed privately and only Mori knew. And in private is the only way we can be intimate so that’s why I was coming to look for him. I just told my mom that I was coming to visit Kyoya.” Y/n smiles as she giggles softly at their shocked faces.

“Huh. For once the boss said something smart.” Kaoru says as the host club members agree.

“Yes thank you- what do you all mean for once?!” Tamaki shouts as he looks at them from his mushroom corner.

“It’s just that- well- nevermind Tamaki.” They sigh and get back to talking about Honey~senpai and his girlfriend.

That was the topic the host club stayed on for the entire day. It was just so shocking to them.

Y/n and Honey cuddled for the remainder of the day and answered questions for the host club. Mainly Y/n since Honeys cavity kept hurting but he smiled happy to be able to be with Y/n.

[subwonwooagenda]

Hi! Could I request smut Tamaki Such, Kyouya and one of the Hitachiin brothers (you can choose which one!) Reacting to their girlfriend try out a lingerie for the first time? Like, they kinda caught her trying it out and went wild?

Also, how are you? How have you been? I hope you have a lovely day/night and take care!!

Pretty Girl

Fem!Reader X Tamaki Suoh, Fem!Reader X Kyoya Ootori, Fem!Reader X Kaoru Hitachiin

I’m so late to write this but I’m going to do one at a time cause I love all these boys lol

Masterlist

Kyoya Ver.

Warnings: not full smuts. Tamaki’s: Oral(Fem Receiving), fingering, Tamaki speaks to reader in French, use of the word pussy, squirting.

I don’t speak French so if it’s wrong please blame google translate I will put translations 🥹 thank you for requesting!

When Tamaki returned home that evening, he wasn’t expecting the wonderful sight he met.

You didn’t hear him, too caught up in looking at yourself in the mirror of your shared room, trying to determine if the lingerie you bought while out with Haruhi and Renge looked good on you. You all but jumped out of your skin when he opened the door, not bothering to hide yourself.

“Mon amour*, im home!” He announced before he looked at you, eyes widening and face instantly reddening. You stood there, displaying yourself to him, fingers messing with the lace on your thighs in nervousness.

“What is this?” He asked softly, smiling at you encouragingly as he closed the door to your room. You shrugged, turning back to the mirror to avoid having to look at him. He, of course, didn’t like this, moving to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle and resting his head on your shoulder to look at you in the mirror.

“You look beautiful, mon amour? Do you not think so?” He asked you. You thought for a bit and gave him another shrug. Some days you thought you looked beautiful but some days your brain won’t the battle and told you that you didn’t.

Tamaki sighed, pressing a kiss to your neck, running his lips up and down your throat. You whimpered softly, tilting your head to give him more access. He turns you to face him, kissing your lips as he walks you back towards the bed, “I guess I have to remind you, yet again, what I see.” He says before laying you down.

You couldn’t find it in yourself to be self conscious, not when he was looking at you laid below him like you were everything he wanted. He leaned down, kissing in the valley between your breasts, his hands reaching up to run over your mounds, smirking softly at the gasp you let out when his fingers brushed over your nipples.

“So sensitive. Si Beau.*” He said, tugging the top of your lace bra down to expose your nipples to the air. He moaned as he wrapped his lip around your right nipple, sucking and nibbling gently as his fingers pinched and pulled at your other. You closed your eyes, arching into his touch as you moaned, legs wrapping around his waist, rocking your hips up against his clothed pelvis.

He chuckled as he pulled away, trailing his kisses down your stomach, pausing at the waistband of your panties. He ran his hands down over your thigh highs, pushing your thighs up so your legs were bent. He situated himself so his face was infront of your soaked pussy, moaning deeply as he licks the wet patch on your panties, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the taste of your arousal.

“P-Please, Tama..” you whispered, trying to rock your hips up into his face, chasing any form of him you could get. He smiled up at you, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties, slowly tugging them down. He let them fall of your ankle before spreading your legs for him again.

You let out a gasp as he ran his tongue over your folds, one of his hands lifting up to play with your breasts. He groaned as he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking slightly before moving his attention on your hole. He circled his tongue around it before working his way into you, moaning as you rocked your hips against his face.

“Tu es putain de délicieux.*” He mumbled as he pulled off of you for a second. He placed your legs on his shoulders, using his free hand to run a finger up and down your soaked folds before slipping his finger inside you slowly.

“That’s it baby, good girl.” He whispers to you, watching as you propped yourself up on your elbows, arching your back so beautifully. He wrapped his lips around your clit again, sucking on it as he thrusted his finger in and out of you, adding a second and a third one after a little bit.

“Keep your eyes on that mirror, love, or I’ll stop. You’re gonna watch me unravel you.” He said as your head fell back. “You’re gonna watch how beautiful you look cumming on my fingers.” He says, picking up the pace of his fingers, spreading them around inside you.

You blinked your eyes open, looking at yourself in the mirror. You had to admit, what you saw was a sight. You boyfriend on his knees at the foot of the bed, in between your thighs as your legs hung off his shoulders, your chest and stomach littered in love bites, face flushed and hair sticking to the sweat on your skin. You looked, dare you say it, beautiful.

You moaned loudly, not caring much on volume, trying your hardest to keep your eyes on the mirror. Tamaki constantly praised you, alternating between sucking your clit and stuffing his tongue in with his fingers. You could feel that little build up in your stomach begin to tighten, Tamaki knew it too, noticing the way your warm walls clenched around his fingers.

“You taste so good, baby. You look even better.” He said, sucking marks into the skin of your thighs above the thigh highs. You placed one of your hands in his hair, tugging gently at the strands. “Fuck, Tamaki…I’m so close.” You moaned out to him, feeling his fingers press on that lovely spot inside you that had you seeing stars.

He nodded his head, “Go on, mon amour, cum for me.” He said, watching as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, back arching as you screamed, that knot finally unraveling as you let go, squirting all over his fingers and mouth, soaking him from his mouth to his chest. He moaned deeply, continuing his pace with his fingers until he felt you push on his head, whimpering and twitching as the overstimulation set in.

You whimpered as he pulled his fingers out, moving to crawl on top of you, he kissed you deeply, moving your thighs to wrap around his waist as he brought you back down from your high. He whispered sweet nothings to you in between kisses until your eyes focused back on him, “There she is.” He says, holding you close to him.

“Ready for more?”

*mon amour - My love

*Si Beau - So beautiful

*Tu es putain de délicieux - You are fucking delicious

[lolawritesfanfic]

Masterlist

writing styles:

oneshot-💌

angst-💥

fluff-🎀

lemon/smut-🍋

drabble-💝

story-❤️

Yandere-🔪

Yandere Boys:

-Peter YB

❤️🎀🔪-Peter is jealous of Duke TK thinking TK and the princess reader are dating.

🔪-Prince Peter x Female Princess Reader- The reader is forced into an arranged marriage with Peter they aren't happy with it, Neither is Peter until they see the reader and see it as love at first sight and starts becoming yandere for them and will stop at nothing to have them even killing their bloodline so they have to get married sooner and becoming King not just of the kingdom but of them too.

🎀-Prince Peter x Princess Reader-Peter finds the reader crying in the garden, the princess doesn't know why she's crying but mostly thinks she's not good enough and peter comforting.

🔪💌-Prince Peter Blackmailing Princess's reader's family to get her to marry him.

💌💝🔪-4 suitors (Peter YB, John Doe, SunnyDay Jack, Alan Orion) fighting to win over the princess's heart.

-John Doe

-SunnyDay Jack

-Alan Orion

-Tate Frost

-Delivery Guy

-Damon

Supernatural:

-Dean Winchester

-Sam Winchester

-Castiel

-Crowley

-Gabriel

-Chuck (God)

Marvel:

-Steve Rogers

-Tony Stark

-Thor Odinson

-Loki Laufeyson

DC Comics:

-Batman

-Joker (Nickels, Ledger, Leto, Joaquin)

-Penguin

-Harley Quinn

-Catwoman

-Bane

Gotham Tv show:

-Alfred Pennyworth

-Bruce Wayne

-Jim Gordon

-Harvey Bullock

-Victor Zsasz

-Oswald Cobblepot

-Edward Nygma

-Carmine Falcone

-Salvatore Maroni

-Fish Mooney

-Butch Gilzean

Ouran High School Host Club:

-Tamaki Suoh

-Kyoya Ootori

-Hikaru Hitachiin

-Karuo Hitachiin

-Hikaru and Karuo Hitachiin

-Takashi Morinozuka

-Mitsukini Huninozuka

-Haruhi Fujioka

-Basanova

-Nekozawa

-Renge Houshakuji

Horror Slashers:

-Micheal Myers

-Jason Voohees

-Freddy Krueger

-Hannibal Lecter (Anthony Hopkins)

-Hannibal Lecter (Mads Mikkelson)

-Chucky and Tiffany

Orange is the new black:

-Sam Healy

-Desi Piscartella

-George Mendez

-John Bennett

-Joe Caputo

Yandere Simulator:

-Ayano Aishi

-Ayato Aishi

-Umeji Kizuguchi

-Gaka Hikitsuri

-Hohuto Furukizu

-Dairoku Surikizu

-Hayanari Tsumeato

-Tiru Sutiriku

Bully Scholarship Edition:

-Derby Harrington

-Gary Smith

-Bif Taylor

-Chad Morris

-Gord Vendome

-Derby Harrington and Johnny Vincent

-Tad Spencer

Disney villains

-Gaston Legume

💝🔪-https://www.tumblr.com/lolawritesfanfic/769350242091008000/yandere-gaston-x-female-reader?source=share

Requests are open for more characters. give me time to do my research if I don't know them and add them to the list. Enjoy reading.

[moon-bacon]

Some more ouran x twst doodles 

Characters (so far): Tamaki Suoh: Vil Hikaru Hitachiin: Floyd Kaoru Hitachiin: Jade Kyoya Ootori: Azul Mori Senpai: Malleus Honey Senpai: Lilia Ritsu Kasanoda: Leona Umehito Nekozawa: Idia Renge Houshakuji: Rook

[ryminsteddiesashanne]

As a reprieve from my many Scott Pilgrim posts I'll post this draft

I present my very unserious Ohshc x Obey me crossover that will be drawn eventually

MC as Haruhi

Asmo as Tamaki

Satan as Kyoya

Solomon as Hikaru

Mammon as Kaoru

Luke as Honey

Beel as Mori

Levi as Renge

Belphie as Nekozawa

Simeon as Arai

Lucifer as Benio

Diavolo as Hinako

Barb as Chizuru

Feel free to reblog with Ohshc screenshots you would like me to redraw