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An Ootori Family Christmas

Part three. I keep misplacing Ootoris. Help. D-slur warning.

After some very concerning dreams about goths with great bone structure and far too many lesbians, Tamaki woke up on Christmas morning.

It was nice and warm, clearly the heating had been on for a while. Tamaki sat up, stretching, yawning, rubbing his eyes and fixing in hair in what he knew was an unnaturally photogenic way. His eyes flitted to the corner of the room, just as he thought, a camera. Of course Kyoya would take this opportunity to make more candid photo books. The man was a marketing genius, and Tamaki only found it a little creepy. It wasn't like he didn't love the attention.

He had made sure to clarify what to wear for Christmas morning, so he had prepared his perfect, festive red, gold and white silk two piece pajama set, and his perfect fluffy white slippers. He combed his hair, adding some of the gold glitter spray that Haruhi had got him for Christmas- the hosts had done a little Christmas gift exchange themselves a few days prior, and Tamaki was absolutely obsessed with his gifts. In fact, he applied the lipgloss Hikaru had got, it was mulled wine flavour, what a genius idea. Haruhi had been the one to stipulate that their gift exchange had a commoner’s budget, but obviously most of them got a second, better gift for everyone. Kaoru had gotten Tamaki a little glass rose brooch, and he pinned it to the lapels of his pajama shirt now. Honey had gotten him a little kuma-kun necklace, which obviously Tamaki was wearing alongside the white lace choker Mori had gotten him, a surprisingly lacy gift from the stoic man. Tamaki had to make a note not to read into it, Mori got everyone but Honey something with lace, after all. Kyoya himself, had gotten Tamaki a calculator on a keychain, it was white, with a sakura print. He found it rather sweet, if a little sarcastic of a gift.

Tamaki met up with his father on the walk to the dining room. Yuzuru sighed heavily and gave a weak smile, “how was last night, Tamaki?”

“Well, it was… certainly an entertaining night.” Tamaki smiled, trying not to show any concern.

Yuzuru just chuckled, shaking his head, “you can be honest if you want, I don't think I prepared you as well as I'd thought.”

“You think??” Tamaki sighed, relaxing a bit, “you couldn't have started with ‘so Kyoya is actually normal in comparison and the dyke you hate is his cousin’?”

“Woah!” Tamaki's father looked startled, throwing his hands up, “I might be 52, but I really don't think that's a word we can use, Tamaki.”

Tamaki blinked, “what? Isn't that what she is though?”

“I mean… she's a lesbian?” Yuzuru shrugged, “I'm not sure if that word is correct though…I think it might be an insult?”

She deserves to be insulted, was what Tamaki thought, but he didn't say it. He just nodded, staying quiet for a moment, before asking. “What's up with 90% of the Ootoris being men?”

Yuzuru shrugged, “I have no idea, there's like four female Ootoris still alive, five if you could Rokuro's wife.” He pauses, “I mean damn, I really have no idea why they keep having boys. I mean, Yoshio was the fourth of seven boys, so it's clearly a genetic issue it-”

Interrupting him, Tamaki asked, “the fourth of seven? But Kyoya only has three uncles?” He didn't understand what his father was talking about, he hadn't even mentioned Hina in that number. Could you get dementia at 52?

“Oh, it's a long story,” Yuzuru chuckled, sighing, “and not really appropriate for Christmas, let's just say that two of them are no longer with us, and one of them isn't a boy anymore.”

Oh! Tamaki blinked in surprise, “his aunt Hina…is…”

Yuzuru just nodded, “mhm, I mean, she did have the best doctors, I think Yoshio did her surgery personally…which might be illegal now I think about it…” he shakes his head, chuckling, “as if the Ootoris give a damn about the law. Come on, breakfast is waiting.”

Tamaki stood there for a moment, staring after his father. It seemed everything he learnt about the Ootoris was against his will.

Breakfast was a traditional grilled mackerel, a hijiki salad, and a bowl of rice with a raw yolk. Tamaki sat down, quite happy to have a nice, refreshing breakfast, although a little disappointed he wasn't getting the kind of Christmas breakfast his mother used to make. He was used to that particular flavour of disappointment by now, but the Christmas special stung a little more.

It was a very quiet breakfast, and they didn't wait for everyone. The Ootoris were all silently, groggily making their way through their breakfast, the moment they finished the food the maids would place a hot cup of coffee in front of them. Tamaki was almost amused, it seemed like not being a morning person was genetic. It took almost an hour and a half for every Ootori to drag themselves downstairs and finish eating. Eventually they became a little more talkative once they'd had a few sips of coffee, and the room was filled with well wishes- mostly of the business and reproductive variety. The latter mostly reserved for Fiyumi, although Yuuichi, Akito and even their uncle Akira received wishes for them to find a girl and then reproduce. Tamaki's father, on the other hand, received tongue-in-cheek well wishes to not reproduce, which Tamaki found particularly difficult not to take offence to.

The well-wishing on the business front was responded to in kind, then proceeded by bragging. The small moment of semi-normalcy quickly became an excuse for the Ootoris to wield their financial genius over each other. Even Kyoya got involved- apparently he'd been managing investments of some kind? Tamaki had no idea. He watched his father attempt to brag as well. Yuzuru had just as much to brag about, even more than some of the Ootoris, he just couldn't seem to get the hang of the specific way in which they bragged; through admissions of tiny mistakes, and of jokes of how they could've done better and many “but that's nothing to you, I imagine”s.

Luckily, by some godforsaken Christmas miracle, Doctor Ootori decided to help Yuzuru with his bragging. Primarily by pointing out the business endeavours their companies had done together, and asking Yuzuru how other sectors of the company were fairing, despite clearly already knowing the answers. Tamaki was grateful on his father's behalf, although it was clear that Yuzuru was grateful all by himself.

After everyone had woken up a bit, they all began to stand up, and Tamaki followed suit, excited to get the gifting part of Christmas. His excitement was curbed slightly when he saw everyone putting coats and jackets on over their pajamas…also a few of them were wearing boots, he hadn't paid it any mind, but he was beginning to think that white slippers were a bad idea.

“Where's your coat?” His father asked as they followed the Ootoris down the hallway. “I told you to bring a coat.”

Tamaki blinked, dumbfounded, “you told me to bring a coat to the mansion, not to bring it to breakfast.”

“Ah…good point.” Yuzuru sighed, taking his coat off and tossing it over Tamaki's shoulders, “stay with Kyoya, I'll go and grab your coat.” With that, he jogged off, towards the guest room Tamaki had stayed in.

Wrapping the large beige trenchcoat around him, Tamaki sighed, only taking a few steps to catch up with Kyoya, who was in the middle of a conversation with his aunt Hina. Oh, they were discussing the club's themes, specifically the two times Kyoya had worn dresses. Tamaki was tempted to say something, but he wasn't really sure what to say. He didn't know if Hina would be offended about any of the things he had to say about cross dressing…all things considered.

So he stayed quiet as they went out the back door, and as they walked along the garden path, Tamaki was absolutely silently cursing his decision to wear fluffy white slippers. In his own defense, why the hell were they outside?

Rin sidled up next to him, dressed in what looked like an outfit straight out of the Christmas carol, complete with stupid little sleep hat. Tamaki would laugh, but it was actually kind of adorable. They glanced at him, with a deadpan expression, “Souh-senpai, do you have a family graveyard at the main Souh mansion?”

Tamaki's blood ran cold, and he stared at Rin with wide eyes for a moment longer than was probably polite. A family graveyard? Was that where they were going? Was that not too creepy for Christmas? Why were they even going?? He let out the breath he was holding, and turned to look at Kyoya, no longer caring if he interrupted the conversation he and Hina were having. “Kyoya…” he began, voice shaking.

He saw the way Kyoya's shoulders tensed up before he even glanced back, already looking tired of Tamaki's nonsense, but in Tamaki's very reasonable opinion, Kyoya’s family were the nonsense ones in this situation. “Yes Tamaki, we're going to the family graveyard, no there won't be ghosts, yes we have to go, it's tradition, no it's not scary, no one's going to perform any black magic, we're going to pay our respects, then we can go and open presents. Happy?”

…Tamaki nodded.

How was Kyoya so good at shutting him down? He didn't even feel scared now, just a little annoyed by how weird his best friend's family had turned out to be. Tamaki understood paying your respects to the dead, of course he did. Visiting a graveyard first thing Christmas morning? That was pure and utter insanity.

Eventually, Tamaki's father caught up to them at the gate to the graveyard, and they swapped coats. Yuzuru saw the expression on Tamaki's face and sighed, “yes, I know it's fucking weird, but it makes them happy…or about as happy as you can get a sober Ootori.” He shrugs, and Tamaki has to fight the urge to chuckle, which Yuzuru notices and grins, nodding. “I know, I know, look, just put up with this, and we can have a lovely rest of Christmas, okay?”

“Okay,” Tamaki nodded, a little more encouraged now. He did still have some reservations, so he took a deep breath before stepping foot into the graveyard, wishing he'd brought his rosary.

“Ahh…” Doctor Ootori took a deep breath as he stepped into the graveyard, closing his eyes for just a moment. He looked right at home in the graveyard, with his grey pinstriped suit, and the red ribbon wrapped around his cane. He smiled, a little more relaxed than Tamaki had seen ever before. “You know the drill, I'll recite a poem or two, pay your respects to whomever you respect and…vise versa.” He took his place before a very old looking stone plinth, carved into the shape of some sort of large bird, its wings splayed. Placing a book on said plinth, he began to read from it, using his finger to follow the line.

No one really seemed to be paying attention, though. A few of the adults were crowded around a grave or two, and Kyoya, his siblings, and Rin were laying flowers, candy canes and a tiny bottle of wine at a grave that Tamaki could only assume was Kyoya's mother. Hina and Benio were both at a specific grave as well, probably Benio's other mother. Even Tamaki's father had gone to the gravestone that most of the adults were crowded around. Although Rokuro was stood by the wall, looking irritate and texting someone, probably his wife.

Tamaki decided he didn't know any of these dead people, so why would he pay much attention to their graves…however he did pay his respects to Haruhi’s dead mom when he went to her house… So he sighed, and made his way over to stand beside Kyoya, glancing down at the grave.

[Kokomi Ootori

13th of February 1954

22nd of September 1989

Beloved Wife and Mother

“Death will be a coronation, and your grounds my crown,” ]

“Wow,” Tamaki began, doing his best to be respectful, “where's that quote from?”

All five of them glanced at him, but it was Fiyumi who spoke up, voice soft, but not too sad. “One of her poems, it was one she wrote on her and father's honeymoon actually. Father thought it was an appropriate quote for her tombstone.”

Tamaki thought it was a bit confusing, if he was honest. If death was a coronation, what was she being crowned queen of? Hell? He understood the woman was goth, he just didn't think Doctor Ootori had thought that quote the whole way through.

Nodding, Tamaki responded softly, “oh, I'm sure she was a very creative woman.” He meant it, of course, Tamaki knew when praise was due. Although he didn't particularly like her style, from what he'd seen of this quote, what he was hearing of the poem Doctor Ootori was reading, and the huge oil painting of her in the foyer. She was his level of dramatic, sure, and he respected the hell out of that. Her style, however… was halfway between morbid and tacky. Tamaki just couldn't condone that sort of thing, but he refused to offend the dead.

He reached into his pocket, pulling out a headless gingerbread man. Tamaki wasn't sure where the head was, but based on what he knew of Kyoya's mother, he didn't think it would matter much. He gently laid it down by her grave, and could feel six sets of eyes on him. He stood back up and looked at them, smiling politely.

Yuuichi nodded approvingly, and Akito, though rolling his eyes, gave Tamaki an appreciative smirk. Rin and Kyoya didn't say much, but both of them sort of shared a glance, Rin raising their eyebrow, and Kyoya responding to them with a micro-shrug. Tamaki had no clue what that was about, but he was fairly certain it meant they approved?

Fiyumi was the only one who's reaction Tamaki genuinely struggled to parse, which was new. She was just staring at the gingerbread man for a few moments, her hair falling in front of her face. Yuuichi noticed this, and reached out, putting a hand on her arm. Fiyumi pulled away, and turned to smile at Tamaki, “that was sweet of you, Tamaki. You really didn't need to do that.”

“But I felt it was only right if I paid respects to your mother. This is her house as well, after all.” He felt more eyes on him for just a moment as he said that, and bit back a shudder.

It was Kyoya who responded to that, glancing towards the gate, “they've left without us. We should try to catch up.”

They reconvened in the biggest lounge, where there was suddenly many, many boxes under the tree. They took turns opening their gifts from everyone, going in order of reverse age. Meaning that, by the time Tamaki, Kyoya, Rin, and Kyoya's older siblings got to the lounge, there was a trio of small children already tearing into boxes.

Tamaki assumed these were the triplets who were mentioned yesterday. He quickly learnt that their names were Ichiro, Jiro, and Saburo, although he absolutely could not tell the difference. They were identical, all with the same grey eyes, black bowlcuts, and had even been dressed in the same Christmas sweaters. The main difference was that Saburo, at least, had glasses. When Tamaki walked in, all three of the triplets turned to stare at him, their little grey eyes felt like they were boring into his soul. Thankfully, the moment they saw Rin, their eyes lit up with actual life, even if it was the same sadistic glee he'd seen in Kyoya's many times. They beamed at Rin, and greeted him in sync... Tamaki silently vowed to never call the twins creepy ever again. Also he was absolutely going to be telling them about this.

Thankfully, Tamaki's father had bought every gift as one from both of them, other than, of course, the gifts for the Ootoris Tamaki actually knew. So when the triplets each opened a box containing those little Rolls-Royces for children, Tamaki had to stifle his laughter as Rokuro glared absolute daggers at Yuzuru.

Next up on the age list, was Rin. For whom Tamaki’s father had bought a custom velvet and leather coat, with gold chains and pearl detailing. Rin lifted it out of the box, both eyebrows raising in some sort of surprise, “this is ideal, thank you Mr Souh.” He then glanced at Tamaki, and gave a tiny genuine smile, before glancing away. Tamaki felt a little fuzzy at that, making the previously deadpan teen smile was a great feeling, even if Tamaki hadn't actually done anything.

Then came Kyoya's turn to open his gifts…he got quite a lot, multiple from the same person even. Things like alligator skin notebooks, pens with opal in it, new cufflinks, rare books, and one hand embroidered handkerchief. Tamaki's father had bought Kyoya a set of top of the line hidden cameras- they even came with microphones. Naturally, Tamaki could help the sense of dread that ran through his spine when he saw the excitement in Kyoya's eyes. He thanked Yuzuru gratuitously, then gave Tamaki a look that said he was now obligated to one-up the man. Tamaki returned that look with a grin, and a gesture to the box he'd provided.

Kyoya paused, examining the box for a moment, before carefully unwrapping it, not tearing the paper. Tamaki watched, with bated breath, as Kyoya pulled out a black, white, and purple corset vest, custom designed and made by the twin's mother, although Tamaki had absolutely given his own opinion on the matter. It was measured to Kyoya's exact measurements, so Tamaki already knew it would fit. Kyoya raised an eyebrow, admiring it for a moment before chuckling lightly. “Interesting choice of gift, Tamaki. What are you trying to say?”

Unable to hold it in, Tamaki burst into laughter, baffling most of the Ootoris for the first time that day. It was a much needed change of pace. “I remembered you telling Haruhi that you'd love a corset, but only women's corsets ever fit you, and those require a chest. So I had one custom made for your figure, in the masculine style.”

“You're so dramatic, moron.” Kyoya chuckled fondly, gently putting the corset back into the box. He sighed, and grabbed the next box, opening that one.

Next, it was Tamaki's own turn. It seemed that each household had gotten him a collective present, other than the main Ootori household, who'd each gotten him one. So Tamaki had 10 gifts to open in total. Yuuma had gotten him a bit of a generic gift; a pair of gold and diamond cufflinks, although it was in the shape of a rose, so he'd clearly consulted Kyoya on it a little. Doctor Ootori had gotten Tamaki; a golden, light up statue of the Eiffel Tower, about two feet tall… Tamaki was a little taken aback by that, and he wasn't sure whether to be offended or touched. He noticed that the top of the tower had a hinge, so it must open. He reached for it, but the doctor cut in.

“Oh, that's just where the batteries go.” Doctor Ootori informed him with a polite smile, and softer eyes than Tamaki was used to, so he didn't bother to tell the doctor that he could see that the chord for the lamp plugged in at the bottom.

Next was the gift from Hina and Benio. Tamaki was wary about that, but he found a beautifully ornate prop rapier, and couldn't help but smile. Hina decided she wanted to explain this gift, and spoke up, “Kyoya described you as sort of clinging to a Prince type character. So I figured you'd need a sword to match.”

Tamaki smiled at that, admiring his new blade, “oh I adored it, thank you very much.” He chuckled, swinging it a little before one of the maids gently took it from his hands, after the doctor had waved his hand to have the sword removed. Tamaki figured it was his own bad, there were three small children here, to be fair. It was a prop sword but still a sword. He chuckled awkwardly, then reached for the gift from Rokuro and his family.

#ouran high school host club #kyoya ootori #tamaki souh #yoshio ootori #yuzuru souh #Yuuichi Ootori #fiyumi ootori #akito ootori

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insertpoetryhere · 2 years ago

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Good afternoon, Dilf Yuuichi enjoyers.

#kyoya ootori #Yuuichi Ootori #yuichi ootori #Dilf Yuuichi #ouran high school host club #I made this thing in half an hour bc it needed to be done

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yuuichi-ootori-thirst-sideblog · 2 years ago

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Ok I totally get why they wouldn’t show us Yuuichi’s face in the anime bc I absolutely would have tuned Kyoya out immediately.

#Yuuichi Ootori #ouran high school host club

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cinnamon-colecakes · 2 months ago

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I’m not sick pt 2

Kyoya slowly pushed the bedroom door open revealing a sound asleep Haruhi curled in the covers. With light footsteps he made his way over to her. Dark colored eyes observed the woman before him, taking in every feature that may have been skipped over before. From a stranger’s perspective, the scenery seems creepy as hell. But from his perspective, she was the most wonderful, beautiful, and loving girl he’s even seen.

The edge of the bed gave in as weight settled beside her. Nimble but manly fingers caressed her now long brown locks of hair. She stirred in her sleep mumbling one simple word that made Kyoya’s heart ache.

“Mom…”

A frown appeared on his face after hearing that word. Even now her death still affects her. Going back to his original reason for being here, the cloth on her forehead was replaced with a new damp one to keep her fever down. She flinched at the sudden new coldness making her scrunch her nose and slowly peak an eye open to look at the raven-colored haired man. He put on a smile that was gentle and warm, like a cozy fire in a winter’s night.

“How long was I asleep for?” She said still half asleep with eyes flickering about deciphering where she was at. “I remember Yuuichi coming and checking on me. But then I guess I fell back asleep shortly after.” Her brown eyes landed on Kyoya’s which were hidden behind that familiar glare of his glasses.

“You were asleep for a solid 30 minutes.” He put a cool hand on her cheeks causing her to shiver and tuck back down in the covers. “It seems your fever has gone down some. That’s good.” Withdrawing back a simple smile crossed his features. Something was up though, Haruhi could sense it.

“Kyoya.”

“Yes, Haruhi?”

“What’s wrong?”

Fingers pushed at his glasses nonchalantly, “whatever do you mean?” he looked back at her emotions hidden by his perfectly placed mask.

“You’re hiding behind that mask you think I don’t recognize.” Propping herself up on a pillow looking at him with an arched brow.

He let out a soft sigh, she pushed him in a corner. Moving next to her in bed he leaned against the head board draping an arm around her shoulders pulling her to his side.

“You said ‘mom’ in your sleep. I can only assume that you were having a dream about her.”

Haruhi snuggled into his chest recalling feverish dreams to her mind. It all seemed like a blur, she doesn’t really remember any of them. A half-smile formed on her face, “I know she’s still looking out for me, even in my dreams.” She angled her face up to him now wearing her natural host smile.

He leaned down and kissed the top of her head pulling her closer to him. “Maybe you’re right.” They laid in that position for awhile, gentle carcasses with pecks of kisses in between.

“You know, when my dad or I got sick. My mom would fix us homemade chicken noodle soup. Man, it was so good too. It always hit the right spot.” Haruhi said between a yawn.

A light bulb went off in Kyoya’s head at that comment. “Would you like me to ask one of the servants to fix you this soup?” He looked down at her watching her eyelids start to close.

“Mhmm. Or if you could make it for me?” She mumbled as she drifted back to sleep from the medicine.

It completely caught him off guard. He? Ootori Kyoya make homemade soup? The whole idea perturbed him. What could he do? He could ask the servants to make it and he lie to her about making it himself? No. She would see right through that like she always does. She was a soon to be lawyer. Not some ditzy rich girl at Ouran. Suddenly, he knew exactly who to contact.

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“Ranka-san, are you sure I’m doing this right?” Kyoya, although stressed, masked his emotions as he turned to his instructor.

“Yes I’m quite sure! Oh Kyoya-kun, I’m so happy that you’re doing this for my daughter! Kotoko would be proud of you too!” Ranka fawned over the man. Rambling about what “a good son in law he will be” and “that he’s so much better than that dumbass Tamaki.”

Kyoya ignored his outlandish comments and over dramatic air as he focused on the dish before him. Noodles with pieces of chicken stirred around in the broth releasing a steamy fragrance of fresh herbs and vegetables. This didn’t seem to be too challenging but then again, he was the third son of a prestigious family where servants did the cooking. Not the residents.

The soup was officially finished, the aroma filling the kitchen wafting in every room. The servants quietly talked amongst themselves commenting how good the young master’s soup smelled. It looked like any other normal soup made but Kyoya was a bit skeptical. He didn’t doubt his perfectionism in other aspects but cooking. Was not one of them.

Two spoons were lifted up to the men’s lips carefully slurping it. One lip smacked with an ‘ah’ while the other was wracking his brain if this was how it was supposed to taste.

“You know Kyoya-kun? This almost surpasses Kotoko’s but no one will ever come first compared to her cooking.” Ranka spoke fondly as the flavors brought back warm, cosy memories. Kyoya internally smiled, praising himself for his could work. But it was up to Haruhi to judge. Not that her sense of smell or taste would be useful due to her cold.

“I can only hope Haruhi will approve.” Kyoya stated after the thought causing Ranka to chuckle shaking his head.

“She most definitely will as it was made by someone she loves.” Ranka looked at the boy turned man beside him with a grateful smile. “Now, I will leave you two be and let me know what she thinks!” He patted his shoulder then left the fancy apartment.

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If Kyoya allowed his nerves to get to the better of him, it wasn’t showing on the outside. The bowl of soup didn’t once clatter or shake as it was carried to the master bedroom. Completely opposite of what he felt on the inside. He’s never once prepared a meal for anyone in his life, especially someone he was in love with.

Calm down Ootori, this is very unbecoming of you. This is Haruhi, it doesn’t take a lot to impress her.

He nodded to himself pushing open the door with his shoulder. She was awake and alert leaning against the pillows. Brown eyes scanned over pages of homework through those hideous glasses she kept for some reason. Kyoya internally cringed seeing them on her but shrugged it off as he got closer.

Haruhi jumped a little as Kyoya cleared his throat, “You’re supposed to be resting not doing homework.” A slight groan escaped her throat as she turned to the man before her. Surprised filled her eyes noticing the bowl full of soup.

He smiled noticing her gaze, “I heard your request, homemade chicken noodle soup.” The bowl was carefully placed in her lap as he discarded her homework back into her back pack.

“Let me guess, you asked Tachibana to go fetch it from some fancy restaurant or you got a servant to make it.” She said with a small scoff looking at him. A sting of annoyance hit him at that comment. With a clear of his throat and glasses adjusted, “No, actually. I made it myself.”

Her eyes widened like a deer in headlights.

“Oh.” She quietly said glancing at the bowl in her lap. The tension from his stare was very obvious making her anxious to take the first bite.

“Itadakimasu.” The bowl was lifted midway before she spooned it in her mouth. Eyes sparkled at the distinct flavors hitting her tongue. Her innards were filled with a familiar warmth of nostalgia.

“This is really good Kyoya.” That wide smile of hers caused a light blush on his face as he looked away.

“Thank you.” He watched her delve into it some more leaning back with a sigh as her tummy was filled with the flavorful liquid.

“I didn’t know you could cook.” Haruhi turned to him watching as he sat in bed next to her.

“I don’t” he chuckled looking at her, “your father guided me on how to prepare it properly. I am grateful for that if it pleases you like this.” A hand was placed gently on her cheek, thumb brushing across it. She chuckled leaning into it.

“I will say it can’t beat mom’s soup. But it was close.” Her hand rested on top of his as she smiled softly.

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A week later…

“I feel so much! I’m glad my professor let me make up my test as well as catch up on homework I missed.” She said out loud to Kyoya while taking her heels off her feet at the apartment entrance.

“Yes, that is good.” He responded back from the living room, voice a little scratchy.

Haruhi walked over towards him noticing his unusually messy appearance. Still in his morning clothes, hair disarrayed, and a-skewed glasses. A hand was put on his forehead as she leaned in, “hey you’re not getting sick are you?”

Achoo!

Uh-oh. Now it’s time for the shadow king to recover from being sick.

The end!

Hope you enjoyed and sorry if my honorifics are off. I also apologize for lack of dialogue. To me, actions always speak louder than words and I wanted to express that in this fanfic. To be seen or heard is to be loved. Thank you for reading!

#writing prompt #fanfic #kyoya haruhi #kyoharu #ouran high school host club #part 2/2

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pumpkinmetaphor · 2 months ago

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17, 18, 29!

POWER'S BACK YIPPEE

17. Your favorite character to write this year?

I actually find Hikaru really fun to write, but I do love writing Kaoru. There's so many layers to both of them, so many contradictions and hypocrisies. Also, I enjoy just writing them being dismissively terrible spoilt brats. 18. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year

I actually find Kyoya difficult to write tbh. Okay, Cupid! in general is a bit of a challenge. But I have MOST trouble writing other Ootoris, such as Yoshio and sometimes Yuuichi. We know virtually nothing about Yuuichi, he's practically a blank slate, and Yoshio is just...well he's a difficult kettle of fish. 29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

(from all dogs go to heaven (and other lies about love) )

If I were to choose one from Okay, Cupid! however, it would be much tougher because I've written 80k this year (!!!). But if I had to choose, I wrote the entire fic for this fallout scene so it would be this part of it:

(ch 9)

#of course if I can pick ANYTHING for favourite passage...#“God you’d use the secret police to interrupt international trade for me?” Kaoru says breathlessly grinning. “That’s diabolical.”#“Perhaps.”#He leans in- noses brushing. “Have I told you how hot you are yet today?”#“Not yet” Kyoya replies- warming all over from the heated breath washing over his face- “but the evening’s young.”#etc. etc. etc. that scene #But I didn't even write that fic and have never seen it before in my life so

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sircarebearalot · 1 year ago

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WIP

this has been sitting in my drafts and maybe putting it out will help make it spark more of my creative juices

the idea is that there are a string of AU fics but they all act as Tamaki's dreams, which he later uses as fodder/ideas for host club themes/events.

potential tite: for the first time

(bc of the song by the script)

Here is what I got so far:

"This is ridiculous," Kyoya fumed, eyes flaring. "They are going to give the inheritance to Yuuichi and I'm to wed a girl with a sizeable dowry."

Tamaki felt something akin to panic flutter in his throat. "Are you? What's her name?"

"I believe you know the blasted girl. She's French, because that is where the money is apparently. Her name is Renge—."

"Has everything been finalized already?" He asked hoarsely.

"No, it's still early. It's been decided but we just sent the letter to her family last night. We aren't expecting a reply till at least tommorow." Kyoya looked at his gloved hands miserably, "After an affirmative it all depends on how eager Renge is to tie the knot."

Tamaki grimly remembers their last encounter. Where Renge all but declared her undying love

"Do you not wish to marry her?"

"You already know I find her tiresome. Besides even if I was fond of her I'd still be repelled by the thought. The indignity of it all.... They did not heed any of my arguments and Akito had the audacity to say I covet. As if! What is there to covet? A washed up noble title and a mountain of debt? No, I don't think I do. At this point I'd rather run off and forget it all!"

"Well, then why don't you?"

Kyoya laughed, as if Tamaki was joking. He definitely assumed he was though he really wasn't. The notion of running away from all his troubles were all that kept him going at night sometimes. They weren't just fantasies, they were his dreams. Except in his dreams he was running away hand in hand with Kyoya, who loved him. Which made his ambition more of a fantasy. Even if Kyoya loved him he would never leave with him.

Wouldn’t never even joke of it.

Except now he would.

“No, really. Why should you stay? They hardly appreciate you the way you deserve: you’re wasted here. If you were a commoner you’d be double the success your family is. Your wits are sharper than any noble blade your family could try to show off. Your brilliance, well Kyoya, you could give the Ootori name a new meaning.”

Kyoya grabbed his flying wrists, “Alright, I get it. Your words are sweet and my spirits are raised, now please lower your voice or someone might take you seriously.”

Tamaki ripped his wrists free, stung. “I wasn’t flattering you. I meant it.”

“You think I should run off like a thief in the night. Like a slovenly coward? Like some sort of ingrate?”

This was why Tamaki never shared this particular dream with Kyoya. He could be purposefully cruel, but worse was when he struck by accident. Tamaki considered retreating, slapping Kyoya’s back and letting it go. Licking his wounds in silence but change was imminent, he might lose Kyoya if he tried but he definitely would if he didn’t. He rather have tried his best than to let this opportunity pass him by.

“I don’t like thinking about it like that. The way I see it, and you can call me more dastardly things if you like, is that before my duty to my family I have a duty to myself. Furthermore, my family never fulfilled it’s duty to my mother nor to me. My mother rightfully ran, if I were to take flight I’d also be correct. Before the abandonment I have withstood unnecessary and unwarranted pains. And so have you. Why should you spend your life fulfilling someone else’s expectations? When you could spend it making yourself and the people you actually love happy?”

Kyoya stared at him, as if he was seeing him for the first time. He looked terrified as much as he did mystified.

“You’re serious.”

“It’s a rare occasion, I’m afraid but you cannot doubt my certainty.”

Kyoya turned, as if to walk away and Tamaki felt frustrate tears build behind his eyes. To his massive relief, Kyoya only turned to accept the tea from the maid who had arrived as soon as he reached the doors and the lock the door behind himself.

He set the tea, arranging it as he spoke. “You seem to have forgotten that dreams belong with sleep.”

“Don’t be cruel,” Tamaki reprimanded. “You know I’m being true.”

Kyoya whipped around to face him, eyes bright with distress. “How can i leave?”

Tamaki met his gaze

“How can you stay?”

Kyoya looked him in the eye. “Say, I run away, what then? Would we be beggars? Servants? Misfits? What of the people we've ran business with?"

Tamaki smiled wide. Kyoya's scowl slackened with suprise. "What?"

"You said 'we'. You would run away with me." Kyoya's cheeks reddens once he realizes that Tamaki never suggested they run away together. "That," Tamaki laughs breathlessly, "That makes me so unbelievably happy."

#kyotama #ouran high school host club #current wip #victorian era #alternate universe #someone recently said that my characterization of kyoya sucks #but ive been doing this for so long i can't imagine writing him any different #rip

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thisloveforyourmom · 2 years ago

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not sure which of you made up the idea that yuuichi isn't married

#yuuichi ootori #akito says he's got a family of his own already so like

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keepingupwiththeootoris · 5 years ago

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Kyoya: I prevented a murder today.

Yuuichi: Really? That's amazing! How did you manage that?

Kyoya: Self-control.

#keepingupwiththeootoris #kyoya ootori #the ootori brothers #ohshc #yuuichi ootori #yuuchi ootori

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accala · 7 months ago

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Ok but who you wanna bet sent this specific photo. Yuuichi, Akito, Fuyumi, or Kyoya? (I'm betting on Fuyumi - whose new interests lie in "weird commoner memes" that Tamaki dragged her into)

some of the photo frames in the ootori mansion are digital ones that yoshio uploads nice family photos to, but unfortunately all four of his kids are idiots with weird senses of humour so he'll see a nice picture of his grandkids and then probably this

#ohshc #ouran high school host club #kyoya ootori #fuyumi ootori #akito ootori #yuuichi ootori #yoshio ootori

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hostclubtotallysaidthis · 6 years ago

Conversation

Yuuichi to baby Kyoya: You having trouble with that yogurt?

Baby Kyoya: This lid is a fucking dickhead.

Yuuichi: Wonder where he got that from.

Akito: From the fucking fridge you dickhead.

#ouran high school host club #ohshc #yuuichi ootori #Kyoya Ootori #akito ootori

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ko-fanatic · 6 years ago

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Busy Hands (part 5)

Rating: Teen and up

Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club

Relationships: Kyoya & Akito, Kyoya & Yuuichi

Trigger Warnings: OCD, Self Harm, Intrusive Thoughts, Obsessive Hand Washing

Summary: Alone, with only handwash and water for company. As it should be.

Other fanfics in this series: Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

Kyoya hissed as he rubbed the soap into his hands, the irritated skin feeling as if it was set on fire. He didn’t soften his touch, however, despite the pain; he was rough and thorough as he lathered the suds into his tender flesh, wanting them as clean as possible. It didn’t hurt as much as the anti-bacterial hand gel he kept in his bag, but even that near torturous sensation was better than leaving his hands as they were.

Fingers and palms touched too many surfaces, came in contact with too many germs, and God only knew what could be lurking on school doors. Ouran was cleaned by qualified staff, everything seemingly spotless, but he couldn’t be sure. How many students had colds? The beginnings of influenza? Maybe even something worse? You can never be sure, and when your fingers go close to your mouth and open wounds, it was opening yourself up to illness, and therefore you’d infect your loved ones also.

Promising not to sneeze on someone only helped so much. With every breath, more germs – pathogens – are released into the air; even surgical masks only helped so much. Colds also mutate, and influenza kills about twenty in every hundred thousand; even if that doesn’t sound like much, with so many people getting sick –

“Hey, stop that.”

Hands seized his wrists, and not gently either, a body pressed against his back. The much stronger person was manoeuvring him away from the water and soap – where he needed to be.

“Jesus, Kyoya, don’t whine!” Akito scolded, tightening his grip on Kyoya’s wrists when the boy tried to shake him off, “You’re hurting yourself. You can stop washing your hands when your skin starts sloughing off, shit!”

Sure enough, he was bleeding, his irritated skin too delicate and his scrubbing too rough. It wasn’t that bad, however, and it wasn’t like his skin was actually peeling off; Akito was exaggerating. Again. It irritated him, and he tried to shake Akito off once more so he could finish washing his hands.

“Stay still you little –” Akito’s words were cut off by an elbow to the gut, a sharp gasp cutting through the sudden silence and Kyoya unsure if it was an accident or not, “Fucking psycho…”

Kyoya’s hands were twitching, wanting to shred at his skin, anger still boiling under his skin. It wasn’t like when he’d struck Tamaki, so out of his own mind that he barely knew it happened. If people would stop grabbing at him, if they let him just complete his rituals, it’d all be fine. He was doing it for their benefit. His blunt nails dug into his palms as he balled his hands into fists, refusing to look at Akito’s hunched form.

The door creaked open, Yuuichi peering around the frame, mouth set in a disapproving line. “What’s going on?” He inquired, eyes narrowing on Akito, “Father and I can hear you from downstairs…”

“I’m just trying to stop the idiot from hurting himself,” Akito grunted, only to be cut off once more.

“If you’re just going to insult Kyoya and not help in a constructive way, then go down to the dining room,” Yuuichi instructed, hustling his younger brother out of the room, giving Kyoya a small, sad smile as the menace was successfully locked out of the bathroom, “Handwashing again?”

“Yeah,” Was his simple answer, croaked as he hadn’t spoken in a few hours, and he cleared his throat. It was embarrassing, really; tearing himself apart constantly to settle down some nonsensical thought he’d latched onto and obsessed over. It wasn’t healthy or useful, and he knew it, but it wasn’t like that knowledge would make it stop, “Flu season’s still around. I don’t want to get sick…”

Yuuichi’s touch was so gentle as his hands encased his, leading him back over to the sink and turning on the water. It was like he was a toddler again, standing on the little step stool as Yuuichi taught him how to wash his hands. It was both sweet and… pissed him off.

“I’m not two anymore,” He huffed, giving his oldest brother a levelling glare, “I can do it myself.”

Yuuichi just sighed, removing his hands once more, watching as he put yet more soap into the palm of his hand, lathering it into too-raw skin. “I’m just worried, it’s been a while since you went through a bad patch,” He sighed, putting the seat of the toilet down and sitting, “We want to make sure our baby brother’s okay.”

“Well, I don’t need your concern,” Kyoya stated, a little more bite sneaking into his tone, “The reason Akito got elbowed in the gut was because he was wrestling me away. The reason I lashed out at Tamaki was because he grabbed me before I could complete my ritual. I have to do these things or people get hurt, I can’t explain why I’m like this, but the evidence –”

“Is from a biased source,” Yuuichi finished, pushing himself to his feet once more, “If you didn’t feel the need to complete those rituals, then they wouldn’t have stopped you, meaning you would’ve had no reason to lash out. You know that, logically –”

Kyoya felt the growl in the back of his throat more than he heard it, but it certainly seemed to have surprised Yuuichi into silence. He just placed steadying, still-wet hands on the side of the sink, his grip white-knuckled and shoulders hunched. He was just… done with this entire situation.

“Logic’s never had a place in this, and you know it,” He began evenly, quietly, “I don’t want to repeat this conversation. I’m sick of trying to explain something I can barely describe. I didn’t choose to be like this, I’m not trying to be quirky or cute or some other shit…”

Silence. Again. All he could hear was the extractor fan, the tension was so thick. It clogged his ears, his throat, his lungs – but he didn’t let on. It wasn’t guilt, it had to be said, it was just fact. He hurt people.

“I know you didn’t,” Yuuichi sighed quietly, shoes clicking against the tile. He didn’t look up, “Take your meds, then come down and eat.”

The door closed, and he was alone. Alone, and washing his hands. Again.

#ouran high school host club #ohshc #kyoya ootori #Akito Ootori #Yuuichi Ootori #busy hands series #my fanfiction

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