#i will never stop coming up with Ouran AUs

[seldomscilence16]

Whumptober Day 18: Let's Break the Ice

Fandom: Ouran Highschool Hostclub

Prompts;

"Just get it over with"

Treading water

"Take my coat"

Goodness, this was one of my first "real" anime shows… and I'm still gonna do an AU thing… ah the memories.

Haruhi wasn't sure why she agreed to this, well that's not true, she knew exactly why, but she's sure she could have convinced her father to do anything else. She had worked so hard to get into that school, but one wrong move and suddenly she had to get out of the city lest she be used against her father. 

She never really minded her fathers activities, she worried of course for his safety, but if he was happy she couldn't bring herself to stop him. He'd been careful, but apparently not careful enough as of late. She should have pleaded with him to come with her, they could start over somewhere else, he could dress up all he wanted and she would pretend he was her aunt or something, and they could have been safe together. 

Now here she was, disguised as a man to get safe passage on a ship, so she wouldn't be taken in some attempt at blackmail. Her father said he'd send for her when it was safe, but she feared that call would never be sent, or as things were turning out, never make it to her. Not with a pirate ship in their path, and the captain of this ship swearing a storm is brewing further south, she knew this was a bad idea. And the world wanted to prove her right.

…

It's the strangest crew of pirates she's ever seen. 

Not that she's seen many- any?- if she has she can't recall, but the fact of the matter was, this was one strange crew.

Still it was better if she didn't underestimate them. She knew better than to let her guard down, she knows exactly what happens to women at sea. 

"Well, the ship seems a little empty for a trading party, don't you think Kyoya?"

"Perhaps the cargo is below Captain." 

The first mate seems more in charge than the Captain in Haruhi's opinion, at the very least he's taking everything more seriously. Perhaps they'll simply take the goods and leave them. She carefully shifts so she's more behind the trading crew, best to stay low. Not low enough however as bespeckled eyes glint in the sun and bare into her as she trips on a barrel and too long pants. 

"I see clumsiness is looked over on your crew hiring registry." The first mate comments dryly. 

"Boys just passing through, ain't no good ona ship." Trader Captain isn't quite sneering, but may as well be. Haruhi thinks it's probably because she's corrected him a few times, but she had wanted to actually make it to her destination, he was just stubborn.

She's hoping that's all though, that he doesn't know anything, that he wont give her up. Though, she knew he would choose the crew over her, so she supposed she should be aware of that. 

The speckled man makes a noncommittal noise, eyes too intelligent for his own good as he stares her down. 

"Found the goods Captain!"

"Lots of them!" 

The twins are holding a bag each of something, though behind them other crew members are bringing up barrels and crates of all kinds. Some seem less than legally marked, and she purses her lips at the thought of illegal dealings. 

"Are you on a mission?" The voice startles her a bit, sounding far too young. 

As she looks down to see a blond boy, a bunny of all things on his shoulder, staring up at her. He wears the Pirate crews sigil, and there's a hidden intelligence in those honey-brown eyes, he's more than some innocent child. 

"No." She answers simply, and she's not, not really. 

He tilts his head to the side, petting his bunny with one hand,

"Usa-chan thinks you're hiding something. Do you like bunnies?" 

"I think your bunny is very cute." She says carefully, and it's true, 'Usa-chan' is cute, "but I'm not on a mission." She restates, the bunny should really mind her own business.

The guy stares for a minute, before he smiles and walks away, to a tall intimidating man standing near the planks attaching the two boats. The two speak a moment, before he looks over at her, she doesn't like the looks these Pirates keep leveling her with. The hair on the nape of her neck stands up, distracting her from her current predicament, as her eyes quickly scan the skies. 

The captain had said the storm was forming in the south. But it looks like it wanted to join the party. 

…

The twins glanced over at the smallest boy on the boat, he was far younger than the rest of the crew, closer to their own age really. He seemed out of place here, clothes too big, eyes wary, and frame tense. He kept looking to the sky, fidgeting with his sleeves in a show of nerves, and they wondered if he had a place to be at a certain time. He seemed like a commoner though, so who he could be meeting they wouldn't know. 

Tamaki and Kyoya were looking over their new inventory, while Honey and Mori senpai were watching their makeshift gangways and the traders, surveying their own crew as they transferred goods. 

The twins were officially bored then. 

The boy in question turns sharp eyes on the twins as they approach, though they just grin in greeting. 

"Want to play a game with us?" Hikaru asks.

"It's easy really," Kaoru adds.

"Just tell us apart." They say in unison, spinning each other to mix themselves up. 

He stares at them, almost seeming bewildered, before raising a single eyebrow. 

"Come on, we'll give you a treat if you can." They edge, grins turning sly. 

"And if I don't?" He asks, tone carefully, respectful. 

"Then you'll have to do something for us." They say innocently. 

He frowns, staring intently as he garners his options,

"You're the one that asked first, him second." He says finally, confidently.

"Wrong." They practically sing it, as their hearts beat ever faster. 

"No I didn't. Your voice is more mischievous than his to say the least, you guys may be twins, but you're not the same person." 

Their smiles fall, as they stare in awe at this random boy, who begins to blush under the pressure of it. 

"Anyway-" A particularly rough wave hits the ship, causing everyone to stumble. The boys' eyes look up at the sky in horror, and as the twins follow the gaze, they see what they should have noticed before.

A storm.

…

Haruhi had been distracted, it was a stupid mistake, the minute she felt the storm in the air she should have hunkered down. Could have climbed into the barrel she tripped on, made a run for below deck, been thrown in the brig for all she cared, just somewhere away from this storm where she could panic in peace. 

As it was, everyone was kinda panicking so she's not really standing out. 

The waters and winds have picked up, dark clouds rolling across the sky, and sprinkles of rain beginning to descend on them. The pirates are quick to return to their own vessel, as the traders scramble to control their own ship. Haruhi is ready to slip below when the Captain is in her face, snarled lip and anger filled eyes filling her vision. 

"This be yer doing. All of it. I shoulda never allowed ye on me ship. Let's be hoping a sacrifice quells the sea Gods fury." It's the only warning she receives, before he back hands her hard enough to stumble over the railing. 

And then she's falling.

The water is freezing as it encompasses her, tossing her this way and that, and dragging her down. Salt burns her eyes and nose, swallowing a mouthful as she thrashes about to find the surface. Her hand reaches air before the rest of her, directing her head as she coughs and heaves and tries to tread enough to stay above the turbulent seas. Water passes through her fingers and clings to her very bones, a wave crashes over her and she's struggling beneath the water once more.

The surface evades her now, no matter which way she thrashes she has no progress in her escape from what's about to be her watery grave. There's no light to guide her, no sandy sea floor to push off of, no anchor to follow up. Her lungs beg for a breath she never fully caught, a cough tickling her throat, and a pounding in her head. Her limbs grow heavier as each movement becomes harder and thus slower. She'll never make it to a boat anyway, this was her end, she should just accept it. At least this way, they'll have no leverage over her father. She'll see her mother again. She'll be free. 

Her limited vision fades, and she welcomes the quiet of the sea. 

…

To find oneself alive after accepting death, is jarring to say the least. The sand beneath her is coarse against what feels like smooth stone. She heaves with no grace, vomiting and coughing water from her body and trembling with the effort, or maybe the cold? She should be cold. She's probably cold. 

Her arms are weak as she pushes herself up on them, her too big clothes cling and drip and drag, and are the embodiment of uncomfortable. She doesn't get far in her journey, before a sword is in her view. She stares at it passively before following it up to its owner. It's just her luck that it's the Pirate Captain, staring at her with a look she'd seen before. His main crew stands behind him, but she doesn't have the strength to look that far for long. She drops her head, before putting in the effort to sit on her knees. She looks up with acceptance, this was the death she had expected anyway, and she would take it with grace. 

"Just get it over with." She says, voice hoarse but determined.

If she was able she'd even try to give a speech as final words. About how stupid those superstitions were, that women could be better sailors than men if given the chancr, and that some probably already were. Shed tell them it shouldn't matter if she's a man or woman, that she should be allowed to get on a ship like anyone else.

But her throat is killing her, and her lungs are still recovering, so instead she stares the Captain down, and accept her death with the dignity and grace of someone who knows how stupid this is. 

He stares a moment longer, doesn't even flinch when his sword moves, but is instantly confused when he sheathes it in his scabbard rather than her chest. 

She can see the others behind him relax a bit, and wonders what the hell she missed. Are they all dead already? Do they not actually know?? Was this a test of some kind?

She was so confused. 

"You're drenched, so unless you want to die from a dreadful cold, I suggest you change." The first mate says helpfully, like she wasn't aware that she was drowning moments ago. 

"Here, take my coat." The tall intimidating one says, though he looks far less intimidating now for some reason. 

"We've got the fires going sir!" One of the other crew men called. 

"Come on, Usa-chan and I have some sweets!" The small one looks at her expectantly, the tall one still holding out his coat.

The twins give her a skeptical look,

"Are you dead already? Come on peasant, that shade of blue doesn't look good on anyone's lips." 

She slides her soaked coat off unconsciously, as the tall guy throws his own- still warmed from his own body- over her shoulders. 

"Mori-senpai, help her over to the fire. She may be in shock." Kyoya says, heading that way himself. 

"I'll get you a spot ready!" Small one calls before running off. 

"Come on then,"

"We still haven't given you a treat yet." 

Mori-senpai scoops her up easily, and only when the warmth hits her skin does she realize how numb her own is, shivers finally working their way through her. She curls into herself, decides she'll handle whatever happens next when it happens, she can't do anything as she is now. Not with her teeth chattering, and fingers and toes numb and heart and lungs still stuttering as they try to work. 

She'd figure it out. 

(And then she becomes a pirate to pay off the debt of being saved by them. Even though she washed up there by chance. And she could leave whenever she wanted. She definitely wasn't staying for fancy tuna. Nuh uh.)

#whumptober2022 #no.18 #just get it over with #treading water #take my coat #ouran highschool host club #fic #near death situations #pirates #misogny #ooc #Haruhi angst

[rosesisupposes]

Yessss, she/her, they/them. Also I would like to hear about sides as Ouran please. -C.C.

Directly fueling my obsession? BLESS YOU

I’ve come up with multiple iterations of an Ouran AU, but some things always stay the same:

a/n: Oh shit this is getting long

Roman as Tamaki Suoh

Dumbass drama boy with so many wild ideas and too much energy, but also some very deep-seated self-doubts about his place and future in his family.

Logan as Kyoya Ootori

The one who actually keeps the club running, only person able to temper Roman’s dramatic schemes, Mom Friend who owns the singular brain cell of the group, and who’s also incredibly ambitious and on edge about being able to meet his expectations for himself.

Deceit as the twins, Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin

Used to be loner(s), perceived as really standoffish, but now have found their place in a group. That place involves constantly messing with everyone and pranking people and often being the bluntest about the others being dumb. (I also really like this post-logo reveal: two headed snake, one identical face on two different bodies)

When it comes to the rest, I go back and forth, but I want to present a less-common configuration!

Patton as Haruhi Fujioka

Objectively adorable and everyone falls in love at first sight, has purely good intent (even if execution fails occasionally), very tied to his family and wants to make them proud as well as keep them happy day-to-day, tendency to be overly selfless and not self-mindful, Cute But Will Fight

Speaking of cute, Character Thomas as Mitsukuni "Honey" Haninozuka

Precious baby boi. Everyone agrees. He should probably be acting a bit more his age but he’s just so gosh darn cute that we forgive him. Also cute but will fight. Gets weird when sleepy. Probably should eat less sweets.

And finally, Virgil as Takashi "Mori" Morinozuka

(Yes, this is solidly part of my Muscly Boi Virge agenda) His primary concern, his main purpose, the reason he puts up with all this bullshit: Thomas. He’s here to protect him, by any means necessary. Has a tendency to take any small failing in that goal and turn it into a disaster. Doesn’t say much, but is probably talking shit about you in his head.

Side notes/crack casting:

Joan as Renge Houshakuji

Introduces literal drama, has a strong favoritism for Logan

Remus as Umehito Nekozawa

Looks a lot like Roman, but creepier and darker

#Ccanon #my dear nibling #ouran au #i will never stop coming up with Ouran AUs #roses writes fanfic #Roses Speaks #ohshc #ohshc au #my imaginary sons #long post

[bangtann-bangdamn]

Summary: All you wanted was a quiet place to study. Instead, you’re initiated into a host club after breaking a vase worth thirty-one million won

Pairing: OT7 x female reader

Genre: Slice of life, school AU, humour

Prompt: Ouran Highschool Host Club inspired

Word count: 1.4k

AN: I’ve wanted to write an Ouran inspired fic for a while but I didn’t know what to do with it. So this was the perfect excuse to dabble with the idea.

All you wanted was a quiet place to study. Which, considering the price people paid to attend this school, you would have thought that you would be swimming with choices. But apparently paying for an education eliminated any and all need for quiet study areas.

The library, the one place you thought you could count on, was currently home to the debate society who were not only loud but large enough that the three-story library no available tables. And even if you could find a spot, the space was open and all noise seemed to reverberate through the building with such efficiency that you could hear Lee Minho’s cackles from the ground floor.

So you made your way over to the abandoned music corridor. Or, at least, you thought it was abandoned. You had checked the after-school group list several times to make sure no one would be around and nowhere on the sheet did it say that Music room number three was occupied.

That was the only reason why you found yourself standing in front of the large ornate double doors that Tuesday afternoon. If you had known what was on the other side of the doors, you wouldn’t have entered the room with such confidence, letting the door bang against the wall as it swung open and revealed the seven most notorious faces around the school.

Seokjin was the only one with his back to you when you opened the door. He turned slowly and the sun seemed to follow his movements, casting a halo around his form. He smiled as his eyes met yours.

“Ah, I see we have a new visitor. Welcome to Bangtan Sonyeondan.” He stepped forward, his whole body oozing elegance as he stopped in front of you. He frowned as he brushed a strand of your short hair away from your face. “We don’t usually have a lot of guys pass through our doors, but we’re not one to turn away someone in need.”

You were often mistaken as a boy that you had somewhat grown used to it. You had cut your hair short before transferring schools. Not because you wanted short hair, exactly, but because you were tired of maintaining long hair. You had decided it would be much more practical to have short hair that only required a quick brush through in the morning so you could spend more time on your studies.

So hearing Seokjin refer to you as a male wasn’t what had you staring dumbly at them. It was the fact he was speaking directly to you in the first place.

In fact, as Seokjin took your hand and led you over to the rest of his group, your mind whirled to catch up with what was going on.

Seokjin placed his hand on your back and pushed you slightly towards the other guys, who eyed you with mild interest.

“Isn’t that YLN YN? The scholarship student?” Hoseok asked, turning to face Yoongi with a small pout on his face. Hoseok was a fourth-year student who was known for his love of all things cute. He was often found carrying a Kaws teddy with a giant smile on his face. The complete opposite to his best friend.

Yoongi nodded his head as he eyed you with the same lack of expression he was renowned for. The smaller man rarely spoke to anyone other than Hoseok, but half the female population were in love with him for his prowess on the piano.

“Isn’t he in our class?” Taehyung leaned towards Jimin, covering his mouth with his hand as if he were whispering but making no attempt to lower his voice. The pair kept to themselves, rarely engaging in any conversation with anyone except each other unless it was to make a joke. And even then, that had never happened in your time at the school.

Jimin stepped closer towards you, looking down at your clothing. As a scholarship student, you were awarded the benefit of not needing to wear a uniform. It had sounded wonderful when you started. You hated wearing skirts and you found the top button of your shirt always dug into your throat. So you opted to wear loose trousers and a nice baggy jumper to keep you warm. But then you had started and you realised what not wearing a uniform really meant. It was like a neon sign followed you everywhere, indicating that you weren’t even close to the wealth bracket these students came from. And thus, none had ever bothered to get to know you other than the courteous ‘hello’ when you were paired with them for assignments.

“I don’t recognise him…” Jimin trailed off as he got uncomfortably close to your face. You leant back in an attempt to keep some of your personal space.

Namjoon grabbed the back of Jimin’s uniform and pulled him back. “What have we said about invading people’s personal spaces.” Namjoon rolled his eyes as he let Jimin’s uniform go once he was a comfortable distance away from you.

Namjoon, you knew, was a third-year student along with Seokjin. Unlike Seokjin, he wasn’t known for his friendliness with the ladies. Sure, he was still well-loved by the female population of the school, but he was known as the calculating one. He made connections based on what his family needed.

“I’m sorry, I was just looking for a quiet place to study.” You took a step back, throwing your hands up to show that you meant no harm. All you wanted was to leave the room in one piece. Your back bumped into someone, making you jump. You whirled around only to come face to face with Jungkook

“I’m sorry about my hyungs, Yn.” Jungkook’s doe eyes looked at you sweetly, quietly begging you to stay. “They can be a little rude.”

He was the youngest of the group, only a first-year student. But just like the other students, he was well-loved. His family were known martial artists, most of whom belonged to the South Korean militia, but despite their fierce reputation he was known for being an absolute cutie-pie.

You could feel your resolve to high-tail it out of the room dissolve as you stared at him. It was the kind of face that was impossible to say no to.

“Oh, well I didn’t mean to intrude,” You stumbled out, blinking heavily in an attempt to clear your mind.

Seokjin slung his arm over your shoulder as he paid no mind to what you were saying. “Now we have to show our utmost respect, boys, to our lonely soul here. He needs guidance and has sought after our expertise.” You could almost see the stars in his eyes at the mere thought of being needed.

You jumped from his hold as you began to protest. “No, no! That’s not it at all. I’m good! Really!” you insisted no longer paying attention to your surroundings.

Which was probably why you backed straight into a display table hosting an expensive looking vase. One minute you were protesting help, the next you were scrambling after the falling vase in an attempt to catch it.

You never had a chance.

“Oh, Grandma donated that vase.” Taehyung pouted as he gazed forlornly down at the vase’s shattered remains.

“I’m so sorry, I’ll pay for it!” You insisted, reaching for the pocket in your bag with your purse.

“Wasnt that vase worth thirty-one million?” Jimin’s brow rose, barely containing his excitement at the destruction before him.

You blanched at the price. “Thirty-one million?” you repeated, hand freezing from where it held your purse in your bag.

“Oh, the poor dear will never be able to afford that!” Hoseok commented, looking over to Yoongi for confirmation. Yoongi swiftly nodded his head and Hoseok’s attention returned to you. “There must be some other way they can pay?” Hoseok turned towards Namjoon.

They all did. Which was when you knew you weren’t going to like what he said next.

“Hm, I suppose they could work as our lackey. If they worked the remainder of their time here, they should be able to clear their debt. So long as no other accidents occur, that is.” He sent you a pointed look before sighing as Jin waltzed straight back to you.

He spun you around as he sang, “So it’s official. YLN YN, welcome to our host club!”

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#btsghostiemarathon #btsghostie #bts #bts au #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #jungkook #jimin #jin #seokjin #taehyung #namjoon #hoseok #yoongi #ot7 x reader #ot7 x you #bangtan sonyeondan

[eurydicees]

the gardens which grow in the bodies between us

summary: kyoya is in love with tamaki. tamaki is in love with haruhi. haruhi is in love with kyoya. love is not a game any of them was ever meant to win. 

prompt: tamakyoharu hanahaki disease au for @what-the-flowers! 

pairings: tamaki suoh/kyoya ootori (unrequited), kyoya ootori/haruhi fujioka (unrequited), tamaki suoh/haruhi fujioka (unrequited) 

words: 1504

warnings: mentions of vomiting, major character death

The first time that Kyoya coughs up flowers, it’s two am in the dead of winter and he’s shivering on the bathroom floor. He takes one look at the lavender rose petals in the toilet and he knows that this is how he dies. 

— 

The problem with Hanahaki disease, Haruhi thinks, is that everyone knows when you get it. When they have to run out of class for the third time that week, the hand over their mouth barely masking their coughs, everyone knows exactly why. People don’t know who caused it, but they know what’s wrong. People know why they’re kneeling over the trashcan in the bathroom, and they know who is leaving the red rose petals there. Everyone knows that they’ll die in two weeks, and there’s nothing any of them can do to stop it. 

— 

It’s the fourth love confession that day, and Tamaki is tired. His throat is sore and his stomach hurts and his chest aches, and he still has to let down yet another girl. Yes, he’s been coughing up white roses, he says. No, he says, it’s not because of you. No, he says, it’s a useless love. 

— 

Kyoya could confess. It would be so easy. He’s never had trouble talking to Tamaki before. Tamaki knows all of the secrets that Kyoya never thought he’d say out loud and he knows everything that Kyoya refuses to say. All of the things that you need to know in order to unravel Kyoya Ootori and understand him, Tamaki knows. All of the things that keep you from ever falling in love with him. 

Because, Kyoya thinks, how could someone who knows each of his shadows ever fall in love with them? 

— 

You get one shot at saving your life, Haruhi knows. You get one chance— confess your love and have it requited. Returned with kind hands and a kiss. The flowers which grow in your chest will rot away, and you’ll cough for the last time. You’ll heal. 

They have to take the chance. 

When they confess to Kyoya, they vomit roses onto his feet. They look up at him, touching a hand to their lips, and they don’t have to explain. All he does is shrug helplessly. 

“I can’t,” he says quietly. “I think you know that.” 

“I know,” Haruhi murmurs. “I’m sorry.” 

He takes a breath, pushing his glasses farther up his nose with one finger. “When did you start?” 

“Three days ago was the first time,” Haruhi says, not even bothering to ask what he means. They know. It’s all anyone wants to know— when the countdown started, and how long they have left together. “It’s just gotten worse since then.” 

Kyoya smiles wryly. “I suppose we’ll die on the same day then.” 

— 

Here’s the root of the problem, Tamaki thinks: he has never fallen in love with the right person. 

The rest of Ouran is trying to save him, trying to keep him from coughing out everything he has left in him. Tamaki knows better— there’s never been any point in it. However much Tamaki tries, however much he loves, however often he asks, his feelings will never be requited. He knows this in the same way he knows that they will all die together: Tamaki and Kyoya and Haruhi. Buried in a grave of roses. 

He knows that the other two also have the disease. He knows that they’re interlocked, linked together by fate, brought together in a circle that won’t end until it bleeds out. He knows that they’re broken in a way that cannot be fixed. 

Sometimes, people get lucky, and they fall in love with someone who loves them back. Tamaki has never been lucky. No, Tamaki has always had an affinity for flowers and the lungs of the breathless. He has always been meant to die this way. 

— 

Of course it’s Tamaki that’s going to kill him. It’s always been Tamaki. Kyoya circles around him as if he were the center draw of gravity. He runs his life at Tamaki’s will, letting that laugh push and pull at his heartstrings in the same way Tamaki’s hands play the piano. He’s handed his entire soul over to Tamaki, and now he’s just waiting for Tamaki to break it. 

It’s a terrible circle, Kyoya thinks. Tamaki in love with Haruhi and Haruhi in love with Kyoya and Kyoya in love with Tamaki. Maybe they could all be happy if they didn’t care so deeply. If their feelings were just a little smaller and their hearts a little harder. As it is, though, the three of them are just an ouroboros eating itself alive. 

— 

The three of them start spending all of their time together, mourning their last few days alive. Maybe they would all survive this, Haruhi thinks, if the three of them could stop feeling so sorry for themselves. Maybe they could work something out. Or, maybe there was never any way out of this. Maybe this was just destiny. 

— 

“One day left,” Tamaki says. He smiles, dark and bitter and sad. But not angry. Never angry. It’s not anyone’s fault. “Sure you didn’t have a last minute change of heart?” 

Haruhi swallows, pulling their knees up to their chest and wrapping their arms around their ankles. They don’t meet Tamaki’s eyes. “I’m sorry.” 

The three of them sit in Tamaki’s room; Kyoya and Haruhi on his bed, Tamaki at his desk chair. They don’t know how to speak to each other without speaking in the tongues of the doomed. There is no other language between the three of them. There is only that of the flowers they choke on. 

“It’s okay,” Tamaki tells them. It’s not, but they all let the lie slip away without argument. It’s not worth protesting their deaths, not now. 

“There’s something poetic about it,” Haruhi muses. “The Host Club falling apart like this. Because of unrequited love.” 

Kyoya closes his eyes, leaning back against the headboard of the bed. “Poetic certainly is one word for it.” 

“A true tragedy,” Tamaki says. He pulls one foot up onto the chair, resting his elbow on his knee. “I’d say I’ll miss you guys, but I guess you’ll be gone, too.” 

“Maybe we’ll be reincarnated together,” Haruhi says softly. “And maybe next time, it will work out.” 

Tamaki shrugs. “Maybe.” 

Kyoya sighs. “Maybe.” 

— 

Kyoya is the first to die. He didn’t want the other two to see him go, so he spent the day at home, rather than go to school or to Tamaki or Haruhi’s houses. He locks himself in his bathroom and sits down with his back against the door, his eyes closed.

It doesn’t take long to start coughing again. The time between fits of petals is getting shorter and shorter. He knows that it’s coming to an end. 

The petals come thick and fast now, and he doesn’t bother to try and get them in the trashcan or toilet. It’s not worth covering up the evidence of his broken heart, not anymore. He had been careful about appearances before, but he figures that it no longer matters. 

What matters is that he’s coughing and he can’t stop. The petals turn to blood turns to dirt. There’s a garden in his chest and it’s spilling off of his tongue. He leans his head back against the door, legs spread in front of him. He can’t breathe and it’s not worth trying anymore. Kyoya lets the garden burst free of his chest, all of his love carving out a rose bush from his body. 

He sleeps, and he doesn’t wake up. Lavender roses bloom in the place of breath. 

— 

Haruhi goes to sleep coughing up red roses. The petals are clogging up their throat until it feels like they can’t breathe; the vines are beginning to pull out of their heart and up through to their tongue. The thorns scrape at their lungs until the muscles bleed. They fall asleep like that, letting the roses grow and grow and grow. Until there is nothing left— no pulse, no breath, no love. There are only the flowers. 

It’s a painless death, for Haruhi, but it is death all the same. 

— 

Tamaki is alone when he coughs up blood rather than flowers. He coughs until his lungs feel as if they have emptied themselves, until his heart feels as if it is no longer human, until the flowers have truly grown through his ribcage and sprouted thorns in his throat. There are no more coughs left, just a boy, lying down, roses bursting from his ribcage out through his chest and into vines that curl around the bedsheets. There is no more coughing, no more blood nor bone. Just a body made up of dirt and rose. 

— 

Here is the problem with love: no one ever falls in love with the right person.

Here is the problem with Hanahaki disease: no one ever survives it. 

#my writing #august prompt challenge #hanahaki #tamakyoharu #ohshc #ouran high school host club #ouran koukou host club #ohshc fanfiction

[luxekook]

bangtan host club ❯ part i

❯ pairing: ot7 x reader

❯ genre: ouran au, college au, crack, smut

❯ summary: when you had decided to take summer lessons at your college, you hadn’t factored in the impending presence of seven insufferably attractive and arrogant boys… the bangtan host club. 

❯ word count: 2.1k

❯ warnings: 18+, cursing, suggestive language, terrible pet names, excessive dramatics

❯ banner by: maggie @kimtaehyunq​

a/n: while this fic is loosely based off of the anime version of ouran highschool host club, it is set in university - meaning that all of the boys are of age (at least 21 years old)

host club members

❯ Kim Namjoon as “Kyoya Ootori” ❯ Kim Seokjin as “Tamaki Suoh” ❯ Min Yoongi as “Takashi ‘Mori’ Morinozuka” ❯ Jung Hoseok as “Mitsukuni ‘Honey’ Haninozuka” ❯ Park Jimin as “Hikaru Hitachiin” ❯ Kim Taehyung as “Kaoru Hitachiin” ❯ Jung Jungkook as “Haruhi Fujioka”

Taking summer classes had never been on my agenda, my studies having been mapped out in detail since the day I arrived on campus three years ago. And then the university’s president suddenly has this utterly groundbreaking epiphany and adjusts the curriculum to “ensure that all students will leave Bangtan University well-rounded”. 

Screw that. My ass is already well-rounded enough, thank you very much.

But despite my best efforts (i.e. begging President Kim to make an exception followed by crafting a petition that gained over ten thousand signatures), I have found that there is no avoiding the dastardly new physical education requirement. And since my schedule for my upcoming senior year has been planned and set for literal years, I’ve been forced to enroll in the sole summer physical education class offered at Bangtan University - Introduction to Weight Lifting.

I wish I was kidding.

To say that I am dreading the start of class tomorrow would be an extreme understatement. I’ll be lucky to escape this summer without physical injury or the loss of my dignity. Athletics have never been my strong suit, and I’ve only entered our campus gym to go to the smoothie bar.

Groaning at just the mere thought of working out and being graded for it, I trek down the streets of outer campus towards the library, swearing under my breath and sweating profusely.

It’s a blazing hot, blue-skied Sunday in July. Typically, I would be lying on a beach somewhere with a drink in my hand, soaking in the warmth of the sun with joy. But instead, here I am, sweltering and desperate for air conditioning after my ancient window unit wheezed its final breath last night. The comfortable chill of the library is my only hope aside from my landlord who promised to fix my air conditioning by tomorrow.

My frustration builds as I turn onto the block lined with imposing and picturesque estates in which the upper echelon of Bangtan University resides. I’d bet the very last ice-pack in my freezer that these houses have unfailing central air.

I pick up my pace, worn Doc Marten platform sandals slapping against the hot pavement. The pristine mansions seem to mock my distress as they exude the coolness of unbothered wealth. Despite there being no Greek life here at Bangtan University, the lack of letters emblazoned on the numerous estates I pass does not symbolize a lack of status. 

This block is home to the athletic teams who throw massive parties whenever they happen to be in the off-season. It’s also home to the legacy clubs - the exclusive groups of current students who are relatives of past alumni.

And last but not least, this block is home to the infamous Bangtan Host Club, a small group of idle rich boys with exceptionally good looks and a penchant for entertaining. 

The aforementioned group’s house comes into view as I draw nearer to campus. The host club’s mansion sits on the corner lot right across the street from campus. Typically, students are wary of such proximity - but not those boys. No, they’re un-phased, throwing massive parties every weekend without fail and without repercussion.

During my first semester, I had been confused as to why their parties had never been shut down; but now I know better. The host club’s president Kim Seokjin is the son of none other than the fucking president of the university - the very same man who damned me to my weight lifting fate.

In fact, almost the entire host club is related to someone with influence - either at the university or within the surrounding community. The only exception to the wealth factor is Jeon Jungkook, who attends Bangtan University on a scholarship not unlike myself.

About 99% of the university are host club stans. As for me? I don’t subscribe to that bullshit. And I do mean literally ‘subscribe’. They have newsletters, merch and everything. I would say I don’t understand it at all, but a small part of me does.

They’re fucking gorgeous. Like I’m talking Tom Ford at New York Fashion Week gorgeous. Armani catalogue centerfold gorgeous. Goddamn Sports Illustrated Men’s Swimsuit Edition gorgeous. 

In fact, I’m pretty sure Kim Seokjin actually does model in his spare time. With his long limbs, broad shoulders and pillowy lips, Seokjin certainly has the features for it. My freshman year roommate bought so many posters of Seokjin from the host club’s merch website I think I could identify him from a hundred yards away in the dark. 

“Hey!” The bellow emanates from the porch of the host club’s house and jolts me from my memories, “Hey, princess!”

I let out a snort. Whoever that pet name is directed at needs to shut that down immediately. I mean, ‘princess’? In this economy? Please. I need off this block ASAP.

“Hello? I’m talking to you, angel!” 

The voice sounds closer now, and my eyes squeeze shut. Oh god, this person cannot be talking to me, can they?

Princess? Angel?

The sheer absurdity pushes me onward, and I do not spare a single glance in the direction where the inane greetings originated. Alas, I barely make it two feet before a tall figure screeches to a halt in front of me, panting like he had just run a marathon. 

I blink as I take in the very boy who just crossed my mind a minute earlier. Kim Seokjin looms over me, chest heaving and smile gleaming.

“Cupcake, hello!” his smile grows wider, “Why didn’t you answer me? I was talking to you.”

My brain is trying to wrap itself around the unfathomable phenomenon I’m currently witnessing. The host club president is beaming down at me like I’m the last custom Rolex ever made. His white t-shirt that probably costs more than my rent stretches across his shoulders in a way that has to be illegal. 

A bead of sweat drips down my back between my shoulder blades. I don’t have time for this attractive detour; I only have time for a long sip of iced water and a seat under an air conditioning vent somewhere deep within the recesses of the quiet library.

“Were you?” I shrug, looking over his illegally broad shoulder and plotting my escape, “I didn’t realize, considering my name isn’t princess, angel or cupcake.”

I inwardly cringe at my tone. I have a tendency to be irritable when the weather is hot, and it seems like today is no exception.

Seokjin stares down at me, his cocky expression wavering for a split second before snapping back into place. “Well, tell me your name then, sunshine, so that I may cordially invite you to the host club’s latest summer extravaganza!” His dark brown eyes sparkle as he remains seemingly impervious to my building ire, beaming down at me.

“No, thank you,” I shake my head decisively and attempt to sidestep around him. 

None of my friends are on campus for the summer, and there is no way I'm going alone to a party full of strangers. That just screams bad decisions, just like the time I willingly ate the dining hall’s “Mystery Meat Special” during my second semester.

Seokjin cuts off my path yet again, and my scowl intensifies as I glare up at him, “Could you move, please?”

Seokjin gapes back at me, “D-don’t you want to come to our party?” I stare at him with eyebrows raised. He continues at a higher decibel, “Don’t you know who I am?”

The nerve of this boy. My eyes scrunch shut as I send a quick plea to anyone out there in the universe to send me patience and then internally count backwards from ten. 

“Yes, I know who you are, Kim,” I finally say, completely exasperated, “And no, I still don’t want to go to your party.”

Seokjin is gobsmacked, looking like he’s seen a ghost as he stands before me open-mouthed. For a second, I allow myself to indulge one more time in his attractiveness, my eyes wandering along his toned torso, his muscular arms, his high cheekbones, his messy brown hair. 

And then he bounces back, snapping his fingers, “Aha! I know what this is. You’re playing hard to get! Okay, I can play along with you, sunshine.”

It’s my turn to gape at him this time, watching as he mumbles to himself about how I must want him to beg for me and how he would just love to do so. I’m about to put a stop to this madness when he spreads his arms wide and announces loud enough for the entire block to hear, “Sunshine, please, attend our party! My heart longs for your presence, and I will only be happy if I can have your arm in mine next Friday night...”

I’m honestly beginning to worry about the boy in front of me. Is he completely unhinged? Am I being Punk’d right now? 

Seokjin prattles on, “So, my sun, my moon, my stars, will you please do me the honor of joining me for a night of fun courtesy of the host club? No guest has yet to be disappointed and—!”

I finally just reach up and cover his mouth with my palm, steadfastly ignoring how plush his lips feel against my skin. “Kim Seokjin!” I hiss, “I promise I am not playing hard to get. I simply do not want to go to your party. Now, please, for the love of god, let me walk by you in peace.”

Loud bursts of laughter sound immediately after I finish speaking, and I whip around to locate the source. Two boys jog over to where Seokjin and I are standing on the pavement. Their laughter doesn’t subside with their approach. If anything, it grows louder.

“Oh, come on, pres,” the pink-haired boy who I know to be Park Jimin jeers, his melodic giggles punctuating each word. “Is this how you plan on handling your first rejection?”

My eyebrows pull together in confusion as I turn to face Seokjin, only to find him lying dramatically on the lawn in front of his house with one arm throw over his face.

“Go away, Jimin,” Seokjin groans, ripping out a handful of grass and throwing it at the other boy. Obviously, he doesn't calculate for the wind and sputters when the grass blows back in his face.

“Boss, you’ve really hit a new low,” the blue-haired boy - Kim Taehyung - grins as he looks back and forth between me and the over-the-top performance happening on the lawn. All Seokjin does in return is flip Taehyung off, seeming to have learned from his grass-throwing lesson.

Well, there’s no need for me to stay a second longer within this realm of crazy.

I turn on my heel and head off towards the library, renewed in my desperation for the relief of blissfully cold air.

Alas, I don’t get too far before the two boys with colorful hair are in front of me - each with an arm thrown over the other’s shoulders. 

“Well, well, well… I must say,” Taehyung drawls.

“You’re quite an intriguing little thing,” Jimin cocks his head, looking me up and down. I try in vain to steel myself against the heated assessments both boys are giving me.

I’d heard a lot about these two - most of it being completely outlandish and borderline unbelievable. Do they really do everything together?

It’s as if that thought is written all over my face as the smirks grow on the faces of Jimin and Taehyung. “If you don’t want to come to our party for Jin-hyung…”

“Will you come for us?” Taehyung finishes Jimin’s thought, and I am almost certain that he intended for that question to be as suggestive as it sounded.

Before I can even attempt to answer, Seokjin launches up from the ground and barges in between the two boys. “Yah! That is no way to speak to a lady! Have I taught you nothing? Don’t you fools remember lesson number fifty-two on being a good host?”

“We didn’t say anything inappropriate, pres,” Taehyung shrugs, looking pleased with how riled up the older boy is growing. His pink-haired counterpart grins, “If anything, you’re the one with the dirty mind, twisting our innocent words into such filth.”

It’s as if Seokjin is struck by lightning - his shock turning him pale as a ghost before the redness overtakes him. I cannot tell if it’s due to embarrassment or anger. All I know is that I need to bounce.

When Mt. Seokjin finally erupts, I slink away and practically jog across the street to campus. Ah, free at last...

a/n: this is part one in my host club series! originally i was going to make this a giant one-shot but i figured i would just break it up into smaller pieces so that i could get some content out uwu

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[willgrahymn]

Please tell me more about your highschool au where Virgil is an emo furry that barks

I have So Many thoughts where do I even start KLAJSX

so Virgil is like definitely a baby gay. he attends the gsa meetings and has a deviantart oc. honestly he's probably having the most fun out of anyone in this au. he watches a lot of anime and has total gender envy for Haruhi from Ouran Host Club, and he might be nonbinary but he hasn't figured all that out yet. He's definitely wearing a tail and cat ears to school every day and there's no rule in the dress code saying he can't. Roleplayed warrior cats during recess in elementary school and never stopped. One time he bit someone in class. very "rawr lol random XD" humor. He made Roman a fursona and draws ship art of theirs together.

Roman is a theater/sports kid and he might be involved with band or choir too. Really obsessed with maintaining snapchat streaks and made a really big deal about it when Patton didn't maintain their streak because "they're not that important." saw Virgil hiss at someone and instantly decided that he was the boy of his dreams. Virgil taught him about kinning and now he kins Tamaki from OHSHC (Virge made him watch it with him) and every Disney prince. once Remus tugged on Virgil's tail and Roman beat him up in the hall and they both got sent home early. One time he thought it'd be romantic to visit Virgil by coming in through the window JD-style and got the cops called on him. He n Vee both have the date they got together in their bios on any social media, and he is convinced that they are soulmates. Nobody in the school really understands how they ended up getting together, despite this anyone who follows Roman on snapchat or instagram have to see his 11:11 love posts.

as for the rest of the gang... Patton is a church kid and lowkey homophobic because he's really repressed, but he tries to be nice about it - he'll get there eventually. Logan is a band kid but much more tame and takes AP classes that are slowly eating at his soul! He will burnout by next semester. Janus plays devil's advocate in class, dresses way too formal for school, and definitely gets involved with discourse on twitter. He also has a questionable amount of knowledge of wars and plays Call of Duty with Remus after school. Remus uses 4chan and reddit (which I feel like is enough information for you to know he is wacky) and draws a lot of nudity for art class not for anatomy studies, but just because he can get away with it. Generally the other kids try to avoid him because his vibes are absolutely rancid.

#Sanders Sides #TSS #Roman Sanders #Virgil Sanders #prinxiety #dare I tag the rest #Patton Sanders #Logan Sanders #Remus Sanders #Janus Sanders #AKJSDHC #also idk which it'd be but that ''you're not a real gamer'' copypasta? that's Remus or Janus. #let it be known that at least with the shit abt Virgil I am not making fun of these traits if anything a bitch is projecting LKSDHF #long post #oops L;AJKSDHC

[jincherie]

Yes, please to Jinkook wolf au!!!!

alright, here u go!! 

wolf jinkook x reader (jungkook x reader x seokjin)

5k // sfw // wolf au, mates au, college au // drabble/excerpt

“Are you sure its okay for me to becoming?”

There’s nerves evident in your tone,but even still you can’t help but recognise the contrary ball of excitementbeginning to unravel in your stomach. You know this feeling, these butterfliesare familiar, but you haven’t felt them in a long time—you’re not sure whyyou’re feeling them now, when you’re just going to meet friends of yourfriends.

“Of course it is!” Taehyung skipscloser to you so that he can swing his arm around your shoulders, almostknocking you flat on your face from the force of it if it weren’t for the griphis hand has on your arm. “I know I kind of intimidated you with all that talkof it being a monthly wolf thing, but to be honest a bunch of supernaturalstend to rock up—for the alcohol and the entertainment, presumably.”

“Hell, last time we held it at thebeach there were even some sirens that came out to mingle.”  Jimin sidlesup next to you, grinning brightly—something about the incriminating twinkle inhis eyes told you that he was one of the ones being mingled with. “You don’thave to worry.”

“Uh, sirens are a pretty big stepaway from humans so,” you scuff your feet and pretend you don’t nearly tripfrom the action. “I think I do.”

“Nonsense!” Taehyung booms,embarrassingly loud as his voice echoes down the street. You’ve never been morethankful that it was night and people weren’t out and about to stare—thenagain, it’s probably a bit more of a commotion to be occurring at night.“Humans are welcome and come all the time! Well, a few of them. Anyway, wealready told the pack that you’re coming so they’re expecting you and if youchicken out it will be humiliating for all three of us.”

You gasp at him, appalled at how hewas abusing your overactive empathy by saying you’ll embarrass them by being ano-show. You can’t let him know he got you, though. “I’m not chickening out! Inever said I wouldn’t go!”

Taehyung only responds with asnicker, and you resist the urge to yank a lock of his blond hair like a child.The further down the road you get while bickering, the more the bundle ofnerves and anticipation inside you grows; you’re not sure what to do with it,the sensation broaching on unfamiliar. You elect to ignore it and simply hopeit will take the hint and go away.

“Yeah sure, whatever you say…”Jimin’s response grinds your gears further and you can’t help but wonderexactly how you ended up becoming such good friends with these two when they’reboth so annoying. Perhaps it’s because like attracts like, notthat you’re ever going to admit that out loud for them to hear.

You grumble indiscernibly, both maleshearing it easily with their sharper hearing. At once, they protest to thewords that left you, and the three of you are thrown into another of thehallmark arguments that seem to provide the scaffold of your relationship. Youbicker as you walk, the night breeze cool and damp from the shower that haddanced over the city barely an hour ago. As you reach further down the street,the houses becoming more and more sparsely situated, the familiar thrum of bassbegins to shake your chest and your ears begin to pick up on music carried by thebreeze.

You’re only just hearing it now, butyou don’t doubt Taehyung and Jimin heard it much earlier and it is the sourceof the sudden energy renewal that hit them a few minutes ago. With each stepyou take your stomach trembles and tightens, the sensations completely bizarreat this point. You’ve never been this nervous before—are you nervous? Is thatwhat it is? You shouldn’t be, you have no reason to be and you never usuallyare in situations like this. You have no idea what to do with yourself.

It’s as the three of you finallyapproach your destination— a pack dorm styled in a modern townhouse fashion,grey cement outside reflecting the strong, silver glow of the waxing moon,nearly full, so strongly it’s almost like a beacon before your eyes— that yourtwo friends finally stop, just at the gate that marks the beginning of theproperty. The music comes from somewhere within, a heavy trap beat at thecurrent moment. You can see figures in the windows, very suddenly recalling howmany new people are going to be here—new creatures.

“Your heartbeat is a bit uneven,”Taehyung observes, and instantly you flush in embarrassment that they’ve bothnoticed and are acutely aware that you are, in fact, nervous. You can’t evenoffer an explanation or defence because you don’t even know why! “You don’tneed to be nervous, but since you are…”

“Don’t worry!” Jimin chimes, loopingan arm through yours. The button on the sleeve of his blue leather jacketalmost catches on your shirt and he ignores your resulting glare. “We’ll bewith you! You have nothing to worry about, you’ll be safe here, and in the incrediblyunlikely event that something does happen, we’ll protect you, our favouritesquishy human friend.”

He finishes off his heartwarmingsentiment by squishing your cheeks, pulling at the fat there like an auntie.Whining, you immediately smack his hand away and shrug out of Taehyung’s arm.

“I don’t need you!” You declare,already stomping up the path and feeling the way the booming music movesthrough your chest. You know it’s going to be much, much louder on the otherside of the door. “Screw both of you! I’m a strong, independent woman, and I’mgonna go in there and I’m gonna get a strong drink and—and – I won’tneed your help! You’ll see!”

… …. ….. .. …. … ..  .. . . . . .

You’d needed their help the secondyou got inside.

You’re in the kitchen now, sipping ona very strongly spiked glass of juice, reflecting on the embarrassment of thepast few minutes.

First of all, there was a group offeline shifters in the foyer that happened to be having a particularly heatedcatfight the second you walked inside. If someone hadn’t drunkenly stumbledinto you and conveniently knocked you out of the path of one of the shifter’sclaws, then it might have been you on the receiving end of a nasty gash on theface instead. You’d felt bad that some drunk stranger had taken the fall foryou for about a split second, before they healed within the next few momentsand let out a growl before unceremoniously throwing themselves in to join thefight. Right, you forgot for a second that you were surrounded bysupernaturals.

Of course, Jimin and Taehyungwitnessed the entire affair and snickered at you from the side. No help hadcome from them, contrary to what they’d announced outside about being yourprotectors for the night, so you’d let out a huff and turned on your heel tocontinue in search of drink. You realised very quickly you’d need it if youwere going to survive this night with minimal trauma.

This is your first time in theirpackhouse, so naturally you have no idea where you are or where you’re going.Like the terrible friends they are, Taehyung and Jimin just let you walk aroundboldly, acting like you know where you’re going. Apparently it was very funny.You’d be inclined to agree with them, if it weren’t for the fact that yourwandering led you to stumbling across not just one, or two, or even threeheated moments, but five in total. This is the opposite of what you hadwanted and you grew so flustered after the fifth time discovering a bunch ofsupernaturals in a borderline orgy (all of them had at least one nymph in them,you noticed wryly) that the two finally took pity on you and dragged you theright way to the kitchen, still laughing all the while. Yes, hilarious. You’regoing to have to work for years to unpack all you’d just seen.

You’d only arrived in the kitchenjust over a minute ago, long enough that you were able to finally get a drink,but even that entrance had been met with embarrassment. You stand inmortification now, taking a large sip of your drink as you continue to feeleyes boring into you from the side.

“This is y/n, Yoongi. She’s the onewe always tell you about! You know, the one who we met because we sat behindher and caught her streaming Ouran Host Club in our Art History lecture.”

At every incriminating word thatleaves Taehyung’s big mouth, you feel humiliation crawling further up yourspine and colouring your face even more. You can’t even bring yourself to lookat Yoongi, the pack member you’d been introduced to quite unceremoniously justa few minutes ago, but you can still— still— feel his eyes boring intoyou. It’s only as he snorts that you manage to risk a glance his way, shoulderstense with discomfort.

The second you lay eyes on him, youvery suddenly recall the very recent humiliating event that just occurred andinstantly wish to die.

(The kitchen, your main destination,is the source of the drinks for tonight, and hence your two friends drag youthere. Taehyung announces he knows just what to get you, and makes a show ofmixing a secret drink. You know exactly what he’s going to give you and yetfind yourself hoping he won’t.

Of course, you have no such luck.

“Taehyung, don’t you give me anythingmalty.” You warn, pointing your finger at him. The smile that touches his lipsis borderline cherubic as he holds out a cup, the smell of that damnalcohol and coke breaching your nostrils.

“Drink it.”

“Taehyung,” you warn again, taking astep back. “Don’t you dare. You know I can’t drink it.”

“How do you even know what it is? Imade it in secret!” He argues, advancing a step and making you retreat one inturn. He might have the face of an angel but you swear there’s horns stickingout from his wavy hair.

“Do you think I’m stupid? Huh?” Youraise your hand, threatening to push the cup away if he brings it any closer.“You always try to give me whisky, or beer—you know ever since that time itmakes me want to vomit—”

Long story short, Taehyung attemptsto feed you the cursed drink, and in your struggle to get away you end upsmacking it out of his hands.

Of course, right in the line of firehappens to be someone approaching the three of you, mouth open to saysomething. The drink ends up all down their shirt and that is the very firsttime you unknowingly receive the infamous Min Yoongi Glare.

Which you realise moments later whenTaehyung laughs and introduces him as one of the members of the pack. Is it toolate to leave?)

You drink might have gone on Yoongi’sshirt and rendered it gross, but without even a blink he’d just taken thet-shirt off and revealed a pristine long-sleeved shirt underneath. You’d havebeen impressed if you weren’t so mortified at the time.

He doesn’t seem to be holding itagainst you, but you can’t really help the way you’re acting. There’s somethingabout him, an air that seems to reach and raise the hairs at the back of yourneck. He’s intimidating, even if he does look like a cat when he smiles atTaehyung being a dumbass. His energy says ‘I could snap you in half over myknee if I so wanted’, but his face says ‘All I want is a cookie and warm milk’.It gives you a bit of whiplash.

“There’s less people here than Ithought there would be,” Jimin comments after Taehyung finishes embarrassingyou. Yoongi hums, downing a generous shot of straight vodka and then smackinghis lips. Maybe you’re right to be scared.

“Nah, it’s the same as usual, it’sjust that they’re all outside.” Yoongi leans against the bench with his hip,scratching behind his ear. You refuse to acknowledge the thought you have thatlikens him to a dog using their back leg to scratch. No, that’s gonna get youbeat up and evicted from the party. Best to ignore that one.

“What are they doing? It’s kind ofcold for the pool.” Taehyung tilts his head.

Yoongi blinks at him, seeming amused.“They’re watching the usual event that goes down at these things. We’ve amassedquite the crowd for it tonight. Must be all the ones that Shownu’s packinvited.”

His words are vague, but both boysbeside you light up, apparently much more clued in than you.

“Oh, yes! I love it when thishappens! Plus, it’s been a while since I last joined in… I might have totonight. You wanna be my partner, Jiminie?”

Jimin snorts, already pushing offfrom the bench and grabbing your arm to begin dragging you. Yoongi watches themfor a moment before growing bored and turning back around, reaching for thebottle of Smirnoff.

“No thanks, I nearly wiped myself outlast time, remember? Just ask Kookie. You know he’ll be up for it the secondyou challenge him.”

Taehyung hums, joining his friend indragging you in the direction of two glass sliding doors. You’re so confused,and kind of scared. They won’t listen to you asking them where the hell you’regoing, though. Head empty, ears turned off.

Before you know it, you’re steppingout of the house and into the ‘yard’, for lack of better word. Your drink isstill in your hand and you’re trying desperately not to spill it as yourfriends grow more careless in their movements. Sometimes, you think they forgetthey’re werewolves with werewolf strength.

Outside is illuminated by stronglights attached to the back of the building, a pool set to the side  and avast, clear field directly centre before you. There are a few groups of peoplejust milling about, minding their own business and having their own fun—inmultiple senses of the word, you note as you tear your eyes away from a couplein the corner with flaming cheeks. Will your mind have no choice but to leavethis party tainted? The rest of the people, what you would argue is a largechunk of the attending partygoers, are cheering and hollering towards the edgeof the clearing. Jimin and Taehyung seem unbelievably excited at this fact, andare quick to drag you over.

Very quickly are you enlightened asto what is happening, and you’re equal parts incredulous, impressed, andbaffled.

Put bluntly—they’re having werewolfraces.

Teens and young adults around youholler and cheer, a large portion of the amassed crowd hooting as two wolvestear across the grass, going so fast you almost fall over from the shock of it.You had no idea anything in this world could move that fast! Well, that’s alie, you knew about it. Still, seeing it is different!

Both wolves are massive, one colouredrosy gold and the other dark, speckled grey. They’re about the same size, youmanage to observe despite the blur of their movements, but the grey one is justa bit bigger, and leaner, while its companion is stockier. Oddly, despite thefact you’ve been here all of thirty seconds, you find yourself becomingentranced as you watch with bated breath to see who will be the winner of thisrace. What can you say, you’ve always been a sucker for a competition.

The finish line is marked by two binson the far right side of the clearing, and as the two wolves grow closer thesmaller one seems to gain more ground. The crowd goes off in anticipation. Youreally think that it might be the one to win, until the grey wolf lets out ashort yowl that sounds suspiciously like a laugh, and then proceeds to launchitself forward and to the side, just barely feet from the bins. It goes rightin front of the gold wolf, of course, and with an irate bark and a short growlthe two of them go down in a tangle of limbs, the race devolving into anabridged form of wolf wrestling. When they cross the finish line it’s as oneunit, and you can hear the disappointment in the crowd behind you.

“HAH Yugyeom is always such a dirtycheat, I don’t know why Jackson never remembers and always agrees to race him.”Taehyung is cackling beside you, Jimin joining his amusement, while you watchthe two wolves tumble and roll in a blur until they separate and instead of twohulking wolves, it’s two shirtless males falling back on the damp grass, theirpants looking like they’d seen better days.

“Woah,” you can’t help but remark,eyes wide. You’ve heard a lot about wolf transformations, but you didn’trealise it was so quick.

Almost as though he can read yourmind, Jimin shoots you an amused smile. “The closer it is to a full moon, theeasier it is to transform. It’s a lot harder, longer, sometimes more painfulwhen it’s a new or waning moon.”

You wince, but Taehyung’s optimisticchime clears the expression from your face. “Yeah, we’re so close to the fullmoon right now that we can change in just a few seconds. It’s much smoother,and less stressful on the body. Which is good, since the nearer we are to afull moon the more our wolf itches to get out.”

“A lot of little details go into yourlives huh,” you comment, marvelling at all the things you’re learning even now,almost half a year into knowing them.

“Yup,” Taehyung answers, though he’sremarkably distracted as he does so. He seems to be searching the crowd behindyou for someone, and you find out exactly who in the next moment. “Ah, there heis— Namjoon!”

You turn in the direction Taehyungwaved, catching sight of a tall male with an ashy, silver-hued undercutstanding a good few metres away, pink drink to his mouth. He nearly spills itwhen his name is called, though, and you quickly connect the stories you’veheard of him and his clumsiness with his face. Ah, at last, the man, the myth,the legend himself – the resident Wolf God of Destruction.

Clearly a little bit drunk, if theway he wobbles as he turns to face you, long limbs like jelly, is anything togo by, Namjoon waves enthusiastically.

“I thought I smelt you,” he says, andit takes a moment for you to remember that’s something normal for them. “Whattook you guysh so long?”

He’s much less intimidating thanYoongi, you observe, but at the same time there’s a different sort ofundercurrent that surrounds him. He’s intimidating in a different way, a waythat you can’t quite name or put your finger on—despite the fact you think youjust saw him spill a bit of his drink on his white t-shirt. Your suspicions areconfirmed when you see a splotch of pink bloom in the fabric moments later.

“We were dragging this one out,”Taehyung happily responds, slapping you on the back. You narrow your eyes athim; oh, you’ll remember his eagerness to humiliate you.

Namjoon, you’re pretty sure, hadn’teven realised you were there until Taehyung just pointed you out. “Oh, hello!”

“Joon, this is y/n, the friend wealways tell you about, the one we said we were bringing tonight,” Jiminintroduces, prompting you to do an awkward little wave. He then gestures to thetall male currently beaming at you with dimples on display. “y/n, this isNamjoon, our leader and one of the alphas of the pack.”

 “It’s nice to meet you!” you greet,smiling brightly and allowing yourself to slip comfortably into your moreextroverted persona. “Thank you for letting me come tonight!”

Namjoon seems somewhat flustered atyour words. “Nice to meet you too, and it’s no problem—you’re welcome to come,you know, these things aren’t anything exclusive. Um, it’s kind of justwhoever… yeah.”

Taehyung snorts, apparently findingthe partway inebriation of his leader very funny. “Great, now she’s met almosteverybody. Where’s the rest?”

“Hope’s inside, probably practicingthe karma sutra with some poor soul,” Namjoon answers, swaying as he sculls therest of his drink. It takes all of your willpower not to sputter and guffaw athis words. He then jerks his thumb behind him. “As for dumb and dumber—they’reover there. They’ve been bickering about who’s faster for the past ten minutes,so they’re probably going to race soon.”

“Again?!” Taehyung groans, and you’reonly left wondering why for a moment before he continues and answers the silentquestion in your head. “I have hardly anything left in my wallet from lasttime, why are they going again?”

Jimin snorts. “It’s your own faultfor betting on the wrong party. You know it’s actually kind of impressive howyou manage to choose the one that loses every time. Maybe you’re a bad luckcharm.”

Insulted beyond belief, Taehyunggapes at his friend and packmate, looking to Namjoon every few seconds like achild looking to their parent and waiting for them to step in and scold theirsibling. Namjoon isn’t going to be any help anytime soon, however, as you turnyour gaze and catch him staring with a frown into the bottom of his cup withunwavering focus, like he was trying to figure out where his drink went. Apparently, this wasn’t his first one of the night.

Before Taehyung and Jimin cancontinue bickering any more, there is a commotion behind Namjoon that catchesyour collective attention. There’s movement in the crowd, people shuffling andshouting, some laughing and cheering, before two figures break out. One of themis in a headlock but quickly wriggles his way out, bolting your way—the otheris hot on his heels.

“You’ll never catch me, old man!” Itdoesn’t take you long to figure out that the one in front has no apparent fearof god or man. “You’re as slow as ever! I’m gonna run laps around youagain, just you watch!”

“YAH! If I’m so old then where’s therespect, huh?! I’m five years older than you, that’s five years I’ve spentrunning more—”

You knew they were heading in yourgeneral direction, but you didn’t realise that they were quite literallyheading straight for you, and by no means looking where they’re going. Theymove so fast that not even Taehyung or Jimin, let alone yourself, can warn themor move out of the way. All you know is that one second you’re standing therenursing your drink and preparing to take a sip, and the next you’ve been bowledto the ground, dampness seeping into your back and front.

(Faintly, you realise your drink hasended up all over your front, and you think you can hear Karma laughing in thedistance.)

Blinking, for a moment you worryyou’ve been concussed before your vision clears and you’re made aware of a veryheavy weight atop of you. Somewhat delayed, a small noise of pain escapes youand it seems to be what kicks the person atop of you into gear.

“Oh!” They’re scrambling off of youinstantly, still kneeling on the ground but no longer atop of you as you bringyourself to lean on your elbows with a groan. “Oh, I- I a-am so sorry, I w—”

You expect the apologies to continuewhen they cut off abruptly, and when the silence stretches on another momentyou look up in confusion. You feel your stomach flip at the sight of the boythat had knocked you over, boyish features frozen in a look that you have noidea how to interpret except for complete and utter surprise. He’s cute,you observe with only the slightest amount of shame, even when he looks like adeer caught in headlights. The dark curls atop his head and the dark cocoa ofhis eyes do him justice—wait, you could have sworn they were dark brown, but asyou look at him you swear you see the outside begin to tinge gold.

“Uh, it’s okay—” the words are moreautomatic than anything, and an attempt to fill the space left by the boy whois still sitting frozen and staring at you. You don’t even get to finishthough, cut off by the voice of the person who had been chasing this boy thatknocked you over like a pin in a bowling lane.

“Jungkook, you little brat! Look whatyou did, you went and knocked some poor girl over! You even spilt her drink onher shirt—what are you doing, get off her already you bratty pup—”

Arms slip under the boy and almosthaul him away, but froze in their motions. Your eyes fly to the face of theperson they belong to, and you feel your stomach flip once more, nerves andheartbeat off the charts. He’s older-looking, less boyish in the face than theboy that ran you over, but even so he’s probably one of the most strikinglyattractive people you’ve ever seen; and he’s frozen, staring at you with thatexact same caught-in-headlights look as the boy in his arms. You feel a wash ofheat flow along your back and crawl up your neck at the attention. Suddenly,your insecurities return from earlier. God, you knew it, you shouldn’t havecome—it’s because you’re human, isn’t it? They can clearly tell, and—

“y/n!”

It seems that Taehyung and Jimin’sfriend instincts have finally kicked in after a prolonged amount of timewherein you were left on the ground, and they both grasp an arm to haul you uponto your feet. The change in angle makes you acutely aware of the drinkdrenching your front and sliding down your skin. Oh, god, that’s going to be sosticky later.

“Are you—” Jimin barely gets tofinish asking if you’re okay before a sound you’ve never heard so close beforesplits the air and instantly raises the hair on the back of your neck, yourentire body stiffening.

Growling, low and so strong itresonates through your chest. Your eyes whip to the source, surprise washingover you to see that its those same two boys, eyes no longer dark as you’d justseen but flaring a peculiar gold that whirls like liquid. Instantly, you’reaware of how the air and crowd around you has suddenly stilled, all attentionon your little group. The growls continue until Jimin and Taehyung’s handsleave your arms, and then their attention is on each other.

If you thought the first sounds letout were terrifying, then the snarls that were let loose at each other weredownright bloodcurdling.  You have no idea what has caused thesudden animosity between them, since they seem to be packmates, but for amoment you think they might be about to fight for real. The tension in the airmakes it hard to breathe as the sounds grow louder, boys leaning away from eachother and their forms beginning to tremble. Just as you think they’re about toshift, a stern voice cuts through the air.

“Stop.”

Instantly the snarling and growlingceases, the two boys stilling completely. The tension is cut as something elsewashes over the field.

It’s Namjoon who spoke, and thecommand in his tone makes your stomach clench and shoulders pinch in tension.He seems to be momentarily sober enough to reprimand the two, incredulous eyesgoing between each of them.

“Are the two of you seriously growlingand snarling at each other like pups right now? Are you kidding me?” He soundsalmost like an exasperated father as he snaps at the two, gaze whipping toTaehyung and Jimin to deliver a nod over his shoulder, before he continues hisscolding. “Both of you are fast! My gods, do you have to fight about this everytime we have a celebration? Honestly. Both of you go inside and cool downbefore I tell Yoongi and he beats your asses. I’m drunk, I shouldn’t have toeven—”

Regrettably, you don’t get to hear therest of the reprimanding. Taehyung and Jimin step in front of you, nudging andpushing you back before you realise they’re herding you away and you look tothem in confusion.

“Jungkookie and Jinnie are about toget in a lot of trouble, and there probably won’t be much fun and games afterthat, so we may as well go,” Taehyung says with a shrug, nonchalant as ever.There’s something different in his expression though, the barest hint ofconfusion; apparently his two other packmates don’t fight to that extent veryoften.

“But—but I’m not even drunk! I didn’teven get to finish my second drink!” you protest, eyes going to your shirtwhich now displays the fate of your poor, unfortunate drink.

“That’s fine, you have vodka at yourhouse right?” Jimin asks, continuing to urge you. “We’ll just get shitfacedthere. Dibs on the couch for sleeping tonight.”

At the unexpected and cruel twist offate that has left him allocated to sleeping on the floor of your unit,Taehyung lets out a whine. You leave the property at their urging, but can’thelp but feel a certain two pairs of eyes boring into your back the entire wayout. 

#wolf au #wolf jungkook #wolf seokjin #werewolf au #werewolf jungkook #werewolf seokjin #jungkook x reader #seokjin x reader #jinkook x reader #jungkook x reader x seokjin #bts fic #bts wolf au #my work #wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! #idk what to call this #drabble #excerpt?????? #idk man #lmk what u think! #anon #ask #cherrie chats

[hilli98215]

I am confused. I am hurt. I don’t know what to think. This is a long post. A very long post that is personal but I’ve had it in my head for a while to write. You don’t have to read this. This post has no real meaning. It’s more of a rant of how I feel in the world of fandom, my experiences, and why this posts exists. 

Again, you do not have to read this. 

You have been warned.

DO NOT REBLOG THIS POST!!!! 

When I became an English major in college, I did so knowing several things. One of those is the fact I love literature and I love discovering why authors, creators, and artists wrote what became their most well known work.

Where am I going?

My first fandom was when I was in Junior High (about 13-14 years old) that I was a part of, meaning I read fan fiction and discovered fan art of, was either Naruto or Pokémon. To me these works were escapes of my real confusing life. Especially when I moved states and schools. I had no one. Through this, I discovered what I liked and didn’t like in the world of fiction and was introduced to fandom words/slang such as shipping, fan fiction, lemons (which I don’t think is used as often now), different types of writing, yaoi, yuri, and a few more I can’t remember. This also included the all important phrase Don’t like don’t read. This was when I was in my early teens. 

But I was in a phase where I could find what I found interesting and that was that. 

When I got to high school, I was still this awkward quiet kid with no friends. But I did have marching band so that was something. 

At this point was was interested in Ouran Highschool Host Club, Death Note, a series called Beauty Pop, Fullmetal Alchemist, and a few others. This was also around the time where I began writing fanfiction for OHSC and even began buying manga. Anyway, this was my introduction to fandom as a teenager. And this is before Tumblr.

All I had were my friends, videos on YouTube, and my own interests. No one really understood why I loved all these things. 

Then came the very first fandom I became fully obsessed in my sophomore year: a small series called Hetalia Axis Powers. I was completely invested in this fandom. So much so I wrote fan fiction, bought merch, and read a lot of fan fiction myself. I think it was because, at the time I thought it was because the art style was cute, the voice acting wasn’t half bad and it had to do with history. But this is where things got interesting for me and learning about fandom as a whole. 

As a teen, I hadn’t known about AUs and this series had a lot of them. From the usual school AUs to odd ones. I usually stayed in my bubble and kept up the mantra Don’t like Don’t read. 

But why talk about it?

Well, let’s just say a lot of the content later on became weird and new. I learned a lot about new terms like de-aging and ABO. But this leads to interest which once again let me know what genres of fan fiction I like. 

I continued on with this fandom for about 3 years. And what broke it was the drama and how people were finding a sudden moral compass for personified countries. I mean there are other problems with that show that I recognize now as an adult and didn't see as a kid but that’s for another time. But I quietly left because I was beginning to understand that the drama wasn’t worth a tv show.

I would say the next fandom I was invested in and loved and I think had the least amount of drama was Fairy Tail. Now I fell in love with this series because of the story, characters, and the welcoming fandom. Overall there was rarely any drama because I think we all knew that we had to be civil with each other and respect our ships. While I’m not part of that fandom anymore a lot of people on Tumblr and FFN were very welcoming. The main series kinda fizzled out but that was one of the few positive fandom experiences I had.

I was at that point in my life where I was in college, created my Tumblr and posted regularly to escape life. 

Coming off that fandom, I was part of the Yuri on Ice! fandom from beginning to the end. I mean it’s a sports anime that’s about men's figure skating and how it can affect athletes just to get a gist of it.

That’s when my experience with fandom became interesting because these characters were being paired in a way that made me feel like they can’t be paired with anyone else. Like, there was a pairing we were all cheering for to happen by the end. 

This is the first series I was highly interested in as an adult where the ages of the characters were defined. There were a few in their teens, some in their early to mid 20s, and a couple in their 30s. Now this was a historic anime for several reasons. The main being there being a gay relationship being shown in a positive light and mental illness being shown in a way that wasn’t patronizing and negative. I loved this show for those reasons. But I also quickly learned how people would take these characters (especially those with huge age differences) and pair them up. That was my first introduction to criticism of how ‘gross’ it would be for a 15 year old to be paired up with an 18 year old. But I saw a problem that made me second guess my thinking. When I was in high school, I knew someone who was a sophomore at 15 and dated someone who was 18. Why was there a problem? 

I knew if I voiced this that I would be shamed and told that I was disgusting. Eventually I had enough and left shortly after the series ended.

Then came the Voltron: Legendary Defender series. Oh boy.

Now that series came out while I was in college and I often viewed it in a critical perspective similar to one would a piece of literature because my major was in English and that was what I was taught. Like YOI I was part of this fandom day 1 because it was so different from the original Voltron series from the 80s. I loved how the fandom dissected everything in every episode. There were watch parties, analysis videos, and even skits at conventions. It was a fandom I knew I wanted to be a part of. But then there was fanfiction that I found odd and knew that I never wanted to read that. People were writing about topics that made me uncomfortable and I didn’t know how to deal with it. After a while, I questioned why I was forcing myself to read them in the first place. So, I stopped reading them. This was also around the time where I discovered AO3 and their amazing tagging system. Because if the tagging system was not there, I probably would have stopped reading fanfiction all together.

But then there was drama, shipping wars, morality wars, and I had enough. I was there until it ended and left quietly. Which is sad considering I loved the experience but it was ruined by what people thought was right for fictional characters. 

Now you may be asking “What was the point of this post?”

To answer your question, I don’t know.

I have loved reading since I was a kid. And when I got to high school, I had this AP teacher who told us something that has stayed with me to this day.

‘As a reader we are detectives. We want to know why the author wrote this book. We want to know what influenced them.’

I took that saying to heart and approach everything through a critical lens. Which is difficult in a fandom. It’s hard to have a critical approach to a series that everyone takes for a grain of salt.

I have been exposed to a lot of books and pieces of literature that have been considered controversial because of their content. When I left high school, I began to realize what genres of books I like in the YA genre and in literature. 

I experimented.

And when you think about it, that’s what you do with fan fiction and fandom. We are always experimenting. We are always finding what we like and don’t like. 

But recently I’ve noticed a new fandom term that makes me wonder where I fall in all of this craziness we call fandom. 

Pro-Fiction/Pro-Shipper

It wasn’t until last year I saw this word thrown around in a new fandom I am in. I tried to do some research but I couldn't find anything. Nothing. And then I learned it’s a new term in itself.

I won’t go into detail but it reminds of the ‘video games are violent so that makes so-and-so violent’ argument parents made when Mortal Kombat came out. 

Well you still didn’t answer the question.

And you’d be right. I saw a post from a follower that saddened me and honestly freaked me out. Why announce that you hate a specific group? It felt like a call out post without saying any names. A warning that states: Block me or out yourself. Or rather: Block me or else.

Do I identify as this? To tell you the truth, I don’t know. I think critically and see things differently. In fact everyone does. 

We are always going to be influenced by the media whether it be a movie, television, a book, or a video game. We will always love these storylines and characters. We will always take the messages to heart. We will always cheer for the hero and maybe the villain too. 

I do want you guys to remember this, make your own fandom experience. Block those who make you feel uncomfortable and make you feel like you don’t matter. You do.

You are your own person. No one can tell you otherwise. If you feel uncomfortable, then maybe you need to leave the fandom. Or find a space in the fandom that you can be yourself. Or don’t care what people think and do what you always do.

It’s all up to you.

#rant #long post #sorry for those who decided to read this #i just cant stay silent anymore #fandom #fandom toxicity #fandom discourse #fan fiction #personal #i mean #this is getting out of hand #where do i fall in all of this

[ootori-sibs]

Kyoya's second shot

Episode 1: The shadow plan

Hello everyone! This is a new fic that I think you'll enjoy if you enjoy the summer camp fic! It picks up immediately after the anime, with of course a break for the host's to spend their summer holiday. It's not connected to the summer camp fic but has similar themes. Enjoy!

"So? Do we have a deal?"

Kyoya hummed in thought, slowly nodding at the woman on the other side of the screen. He'd spent a long time deliberating over this, months even, practically the entire summer holiday. It had been seeing his friends all happy and put together that pushed him to make this decision; if they can be so wonderful and happy then why couldn't he?

The woman nodded, a smirk playing on her lips. "And I'll get my company?"

"Of course, you'll be the primary advisor for him. Only after he becomes my husband, that is our deal." He clicks his pen and writes in his little notepad. "So that will be all hm?"

23:38 - Eclair has agreed to our deal, I will write up a contract soon to make sure there's no attempt at a breach of contract.

The woman- Eclair nodded, a vindictive smile on her face, an expression that sent shivers down Kyoya's spine. "Of course, Ootori. That's what we agreed on, not that I agree with your-" She looks him up and down, silently scoffing. "-lifestyle. But I do adore this plan of ours. Do tell me how you plan on seducing a taken man? Or did you forget about that little detail?"

Kyoya let a little growl at that, clenching his fists instinctively. "That's not for you to worry about, you're not exactly an example of purity in that regard, Eclair." He sighed, putting his note book down. "I will write up a contract for you, you'll see it soon. Au revoir, Eclair."

He ended the video call and sighed, flopping down onto his bed. God he felt awful going behind his friends like this- especially talking to Eclair of all people. But it had to be done, he simply couldn't take this kind of pain anymore. Something had to be done or he was literally going to lose his goddamn mind.

The first day back at school was going to be hell, Kyoya knew this from the moment the holidays had started, a month into the break he'd stopped agreeing to go on club outings with the group. He'd used so many excuses they'd even come to his house once to make sure he was alright. He felt so guilty for this, but he just couldn't do it- he wasn't strong enough. He'd definitely spiralled since the end of his second year- he barely had the strength to argue with his brother these days, Akito had begun to call him weekly to make sure he was alright, Akito never showed that much care.

The moment Kyoya woke up on Monday, he knew he had to get right to work. He sat at his vanity, staring into the cold, dead eyes that had viewed the world so coldly before the hosts came into his life. He sighs, it'll all go back to playing happy families once he does what he needs to. He's only hurting himself feeling guilt like this. He takes his little palette of makeup, making sure to hide any signs of tiredness or stress with concealer and foundation. He capitalised on the sharpness of his eyes with some eyeliner, only a hint of the lightest purple eyeshadow he could find and just a little bit of blush. He made sure to do his lips in a nice deep and dark plum shade, he'd only ever worn makeup twice before, but he knew a little from watching Fiyumi do her magic. Not to mention he'd done his research.

He had brought a small flask to school with him, just a little one, stolen from his father's office. It wasn't anything too strong, just some honey whiskey, he didn't even know what was in the flask until he'd taken a sip. He sighed heavily and stepped out of his limo and through the gates of the school, instantly there were eyes on him, he wasn't sure if it was because of his host status or his makeup. If it was the latter he couldn't care less if they judge him, they've seen him in worse.

He slowly made his way to his classroom, taking out his notebook to take notes on anything interesting he notices.

7:39 - Seika Ayanokoji has a new bag, likely bought for her by her father. It's one of the new lunar releases from the twins mother, I notice she doesn't appear to have the matching heels- but it's possible that she simply chose to not wear them to school. Further investigation will be needed.

7:43 - The one dubbed 'Princess Teacup' has been spotted on the phone with her fiancé, near the window opposite her classroom door. They're discussing his roommate owning a glass tea set, nothing too much of note, but the idea of a glass tea set sounds like something the club should invest in. I will discuss this with Tamaki.

7:50 - Kuze and his friends are blocking the corridor, he's bragging to his friends about something or other that his fiancée did for him over the holiday. Unfortunately I will have to go the long way around, I may even arrive after Tamaki does.

When he finally got to the classroom, Tamaki was already sitting there- just as Kyoya had predicted. Kyoya closed his eyes, bracing for whatever Tamaki may say- because he knows it's going to be extra. He's instantly proven right as Tamaki rushes at him, hugging him tightly and muttering words in both English and French, only settling back into Japanese when he's calmed down slightly. "Kyoya, Mon Ami! Are you alright?? Feeling better? Come on Kyoya, let's sit down."

He drags Kyoya over to their seats, staring at him in worry. He's clearly waiting for Kyoya to say something, but Kyoya just sighs- causing Tamaki to interrupt him before he could even begin to speak. "Kyoya, please speak to me… we were all so worried about you…" Yet they'd only elected to visit him once, only once over the entire summer holiday had they cared enough to come and check on him- even his brother cared more than that. Sure, Kyoya loved Tamaki with his entire heart, but he could still feel bitter and hurt for the neglect of the care Tamaki was trying to imply.

"Apologies, Tamaki." Kyoya didn't want to apologize, he had nothing to apologize for. But he knew he had to keep Tamaki happy, that was the most important thing here- keep the king happy. But for some reason this made Tamaki frown, guilt in his eyes. Kyoya didn't understand it, he'd stepped down from any argument that might arise, he'd let Tamaki's words hit without any fighting back, and Tamaki was sad?

"Why are you apologising?"

To placate you. That was what the truth was, but Kyoya knew he couldn't just say that. He sighed for the second time this morning, brushing his hair out of his eyes. "For the mild amount of concern I appear to have caused you and the others." It was honest, when they'd come to visit that one time- Kyoya had gotten angry at them; how dare they care when he is so unable.

Tamaki sighs, for one of the first times, he looks tired. "Alright Kyoya, just remember you can always talk to me. Alright?" Kyoya just nodded in response to that, taking out his notebook.

8:14 - Tamaki appears to be expressing worry towards me. He lies about the entire club worrying and seemed almost surprised when I chose to apologize in order to placate him.

Up in the club room, they were getting ready for the first session of the year. When each club member walked in, the first thing they did was ask Kyoya if he was feeling better, it was highly disorientating. But it wasn't until Haruhi walked straight up to him and said; "if you're having mental health issues, senpai- I can recommend a couple of resources," with a caring smile on her face, that Kyoya realised why they were being so considerate of his presence…. They were trying to show the care that Tamaki had implied, and Haruhi even had the nerve to assume she knew what Kyoya's problem was.

It was disgusting. How dare they care so much, where were they when he was actively spiralling? Off doing whatever nonsense they were up to. Now he actually had a plan to get what he's always wanted, they decide to care about him? They had two whole years to care, they don't get a third chance. Kyoya simply sat in silence when the others were doing their hosting, just writing his emails.

To: [email protected]

Cc:

Subject: Meeting.

Nekozawa, I have a proposition for you. I would like to meet with you and some others in the second school hall at around 7 pm this Friday. I have some things to say that might interest you.

Until then,

Ootori Kyoya.

He sent almost identical emails to the head of the newspaper club, the head of the karate club and then began to write a version for a certain someone they'd met in the spring half term: Arai. Now Kyoya didn't know the guy's email, he didn't even know the guy's last name. But it only took an hour to find it, he knew enough about the guy after all.

To: [email protected]

Cc:

Subject: Meeting.

Hello Arai, you don't know me. I don't believe we've even spoken directly. But I'm one of Haruhi Fujioka's friends, the name's Kyoya. I'm writing to offer you a unique opportunity, especially for a commoner. At 7 pm Friday, you were invited to attend a private meeting in Ouran Academy's second hall. As well as myself, there will be three people in attendance. I do recommend you come, it will give you a huge opportunity you do not want to turn down.

Thank you very much,

Ootori Kyoya.

He knew he had to use gentler wording with the commoner, from what he'd seen, Arai is a softer gentleman, with just as much of a moral high horse as Haruhi. He in no way wanted to scare the boy off, he knew more business minded manners tended to catch commoners off guard. It was a lot more gentle with the commoner's email than with the others, for the others knew what he was like, and had no qualms with it. He sighed after sending the emails, leaning back in his chair slightly.

Of course the first day was fairly harmless, nothing truly important happened. But Kyoya did notice how Haruhi still wasn't completely affectionate with Tamaki, what an ungrateful girl.

13:27 - Haruhi doesn't deserve him. She refuses to give him the love he so deserves, she must be dealt with.

At the end of the day, Kyoya packed up his bag, kind of irritated that no one pointed out his immaculately done makeup, at least not to his face. The twins hopped over the moment he thought that, ready to say those exact words; "why are you wearing makeup? We've been wondering all day."

Oh that is wonderful, Kyoya felt pleased now, the idea that his little attempt at makeup had the club fashionistas pondering it the whole day was highly pleasing. Especially when Kaoru added on to what they'd said with; "you look really good by the way, is that violet eyeshadow or mauve and white?" Oh that might not have been who he was trying to get the attention of, but the fact he got someone's attention still cheered him up significantly.

"Actually it's magenta with some violet shimmer." He adjusted his glasses so they could see better. "I'm glad to hear you like it."

The twins nod, humming in approval. "Why are you wearing it though?" Hikaru repeats the question, the same question Kyoya had purposely avoided.

He sighed, moving his head slightly so the light glints off of his glasses. "Does it matter?"

"Considering that brand of lipstick is specifically marketed to attract people, I'd say it's curious you chose that one specifically." Kaoru spoke with a devious smile on his face, instantly hitting the nail on the head. Kyoya wasn't even sure how to proceed, they'd caught him already, and he was furious at that- can a boy not be wickedly homosexual in peace?

"Well is that really any of your business?" He raised an eyebrow, challenging the twins, did they really want to be that brave? Clearly they didn't, from the way they raised their hands in surrender and left the club room.

Kyoya let out a soft sigh of relief, his eyes drifting over towards Haruhi and Tamaki… they were cuddling on the chaise lounge, kissing occasionally too- not a care to the fact he was remaining in the room. He felt the rage growing in his core, he could just throttle that commoner.

16:30 - The happy couple are showing off their affections finally, it makes me sick how they care not for how I may judge them. I was under the impression Haruhi cared not for these frivolous affections.

#ohshc #kyoya ootori #kyotama #tamaki souh #tamaharu #haruhi fujioka #kaoru hitachiin #hikaru and kaoru #hikaru hitachiin #nekozowa #kyoyassecondshot

[wishiwasntstillhere]

me n my 98569345 ouran AUs

so on november 9th i started a doc to keep track of a bunch of ouran AUs ive been thinking about and i swear the number of aus has tripled since but anyway here’s a list because i doubt i’ll write them all but i have full outlines for all of them so i do kind of... want to. names are based off what i called them in my google doc. *** are the ones i have written 40% of already lol

AUs:

1. Dimension Hopper: For reasons unknown, Tamaki Suoh gets transported to an alternate dimension where he didn’t come to Japan when he turned 14. The people who were once his friends have no memory of nor patience for him anymore, and it’s up to him to bring the Host Club back together, and figure out why he was transported here in the first place. Endgame tamakyo.

2. ***Episode 8 fixit***: A series of endings and turning points that would have made me less freaked out about the disaster that is Episode 8. Read it and/or rant at “Haruhi Deserves Better, Hosts!” on ao3. Very much ongoing. Will stop when I can sleep at night again. No ships because my feelings about this episode are complicated enough.

3. Ghost AU: Haruhi is a normal girl who suddenly gains the ability to see ghosts, because her life is a nightmare. She meets the six infamous ghosts of Ouran Academy, each bound to this world by things out of their control.

4. ***Cinder-Renge***: Renge’s dad, who has raised her as a single parent for 15 whole years, suddenly remarries. It... doesn’t go so well for Renge. Luckily, the Host Club is there for their manager. Cinderella!AU, endgame harurenge!!!

5. Hanahaki disease au: Hanahaki disease but if it wasn’t a deadly condition, just a ridiculous, irresponsible, humiliatingly painful disease for one Kyouya Ootori. At first everyone assumes it’s haruhi he likes because literally everyone else in the host club has caught flowers for haruhi so they’re just waiting for kyouya to confess and get over it. Except that of course, they’re not actually for Haruhi, and although the flowers won’t kill him Kyouya would die before admitting his feelings for Tamaki Suoh.

6. Shameless Kyouya OC Girlfriend: The twins have a cousin who programs. Kyouya, looking to expand the host club’s capacities, hires her. Except she’s super sensitive, and he’s kind of a dick. It’s a long road to being friends, a longer road to becoming real, maskless friends, and then a surprisingly short tumble into love.

7. ***Soulmates of Different Flavors***: In a world where each soulmate bond has a different sign of soul-binding, some people feel their soulmates’ pain, others have the day of their meeting scrawled across their wrist. The Host Club is stuck managing seven different soulbonds, one for each of their soulmates.  Found family-centric. Read more about the soulmate mechanics on this post!

8. ***Kyouya is stressed au***: Can we even call this an AU? Based off the fact that mental health and physical health are very much intertwined, and Kyouya Ootori spends too much time working on the computer. The Host Club bands together to help him relax and figure his stuff out, and Kyouya learns to let down his walls and practice self-compassion. Tamakyo. I do love a good emotionally vulnerable shoulder massage, after all.

9. Spy/Kidnap AU: Someone’s stolen Kyouya’s black book and is trying to kidnap him. Knowing they’ll probably go for the Host Club next, he kidnaps the host club to keep them safe. Together, they fight to keep each other safe and get to the bottom of the mystery. Involves spy tropes, but in lame ways because they’re a bunch of dorks. Also, obligatory “and there was only one bed” scene but there are seven people so it genuinely is a problem. Endgame tamakyo and mori/haruhi

10. Things the Twins Made Fun of About Tamakyo: listen I just need more mutual pining while everyone else in the host club suffers. Anyway, the host club does a cosplay––where they all act as each other. Naturally, the twins claim the roles of Tamaki and Kyouya, and drama ensues.

11. ***LGBTeen Solidarity***: So in high school being in love with girls was scary. And talking to fellow LGBT kids made me feel okay. So with that in mind, this is a story about how Haruhi and Renge are working out their relationship at the same time as Tamaki and Kyouya are angsting about how they can never be together... except that the more all 8 host club kids support each other, the less scary and more possible it seems.

12. Self soothing fic: Haruhi and Hikaru are having boundary issues. Haruhi is not very good at asking for help but she is good at reading people and solving their problems, so she goes to someone who is equally bad at asking for help but good at solving people’s problems. Kyouya and Haruhi talk it out so that Haruhi can work things out. I probably won’t post this bc Reasons but it exists.

13. Mr. Brightside/Satisfied: Tamaki isn’t making his move to ask Haruhi out, and Kyouya is legitimately losing it having to wait, and Haruhi is growing anxious and frustrated about it. In a truly terrible idea, Kyouya offers to fake-date Haruhi (who he has fallen in love with), so that Tamaki (who he has also fallen in love with) will finally get jealous enough to admit his feelings. In a completely out of the blue, totally unforeseen twist, the plan works too well and they all fall in love with each other like nerds. mostly a crackfic bc i love them but they’re all so dumb...

#fanfic ideas #my fics #ouran au anybody #ouran high school host club #tamakyo #harurenge #kyoya ootori #tamaki suoh #hey. if you ask me about any of my aus i would love you forever #also holy crap i cant believe there are so many #lai is out here

[every1studio]

REQUESTED: “ateez x harry potter”

genre: misc.

ficstyle: bulletpoints + analysis

requested: “ Can u do an ateez Harry Potter au like ur ouran post?? “

note: I’m almost at 3K followers and was wondering what to do to thank all of you /:

HONGJOONG + GRYFFINDOR 

(house: Gryffindor)

(being: half-blood)

has a huge sense of leadership; lets other rely on him 

takes risks; is a talented student but is curious one, which makes him a troublemaking heart-throb 

his playful nature makes him extremely charming; everyone’s eye candy 

speaking of charming, he really enjoys charms and flying

you can catch him reading his book of charms while flying on his back while listening to music 

actually that’s how you encountered him

you were munching on a pastry as you sitting on the rooftop of your dorm; going through your astrology homework 

UNTIL he comes crashing down right in front of you 

Hongjoong starts to tumble off the roof as his broom had already rolled off 

you reached your arm with your wand in your hand to help bring him up

but he grabs your hand instead; you had to rely on physical strength to pull him up

when you both were safely seated on the roof, you couldn’t help but scold him 

“don’t you have ANY idea how dangerous that was?!”

your furrowed brows had softened when he looks up at you; red hair was tousled, chest huffing and puffing, sweat running down his raised brows, and his smile SHOT right through your heart

“yeah, it was.. but you’re okay?” 

you couldn’t help but nod

“then I’ll be on my way.. see ya Y/N~” he charms as he steps off the roof

“WAI-”

a gust of wind rushes by as he flies away on his broom

you don’t know how he knew your name

or how he charmed his way into your heart 

SEONGHWA + RAVENCLAW

(house: Ravenclaw)

(being: half-vampire, half-wizard)

is led by logic and reason

known for being straightforward; speaks as if he is a walking book 

bores the ladies with his speech but they’ll still listen to him because he’s so ethereally handsome 

because he’s half-vampire, you can find him leaning on the railing of his window at night

he has permission by the headmaster to roam around as long as it was on school grounds 

which is a plus for him, since he has a love for astronomy

it’s the one of the rare studies that connects the wizardly world to the Muggle world; he’s always been intrigued with Muggles 

you were sneaking out to collect herbs for a potion, one to keep you awake to study

you were picking herbs in the school’s garden under the moonlight; the starry night sky distracted you from your picking 

then you felt a cold sensation followed by a pair of beady, red eyes; you almost ran for it until you felt the being’s cold hand being placed over your mouth

“Seonghwa? is that you?” the ground’s keeper called out

“yes sir, it’s just me..”

“don’t do anything I wouldn’t do~” you both heard the ground’s keeper footsteps retreating

the moment his hand fell from you mouth, you gasped for air

Seonghwa felt apologetic, “I apologize.. I did not want you to get in trouble..”

he looks at your bundle of herbs, “potion making?” 

you nodded, scared to look into his eyes, but his gentle voice pulled you in 

“I know quite of amount of potions.. would you let me help you?” his bangs fell over his eyes and the scary red softened into a glowing reddish amber 

“what’s in it for you?” you managed to squeak

“I would like to know more about the Muggle world... and to get to know more about you...”

YUNHO + HUFFLEPUFF

(house: Hufflepuff)

(being: 1/4 giant, 1/4 Muggle, 1/2 wizard)

the STAR of his Quidditch team; the Seeker

with his agility and long limbs, getting the Golden Snitch was always in his favor 

this guy is just about the most perfect guy in the whole school

everyone either wants to be his friend or want him to be their boyfriend

literally has a heart of gold; like a golden retriever  

the class clown but does pretty well in his classes; who has a secret love for herbology 

you caught him tending some plants as you were making your way to the school garden to sketch 

“awh.. look at my babies-”

you both accidentally make eye contact

“oh.. I-uh.. didn’t mean to interrupt.. I’ll just be on my way-”

“Y/N, WAIT!”

your eyes went wide when you heard your name

you didn’t think that one of the most popular boys in school would know YOUR name

Yunho didn’t know what to say or do next, but he didn’t want you to leave so soon

“uh.. wha-whatcha doing there?” he points at your sketchbook 

“was planning on sketching..”

Yunho smirks at his idea, “wanna sketch me?”

you smirk back, “sure”

little does he know that you’re gonna draw him with his “babies” and blackmail him just to tease him

YEOSANG + HUFFLEPUFF

(house: Hufflepuff)

(being: Muggle-born)

the sweetest-looking boy that ever walked the corridors of Hogwarts 

it doesn’t help that he loves taking care of magical creatures 

always seen with a creature following him or perched on his shoulders; like his admirers, even the animals love him

unlike you, even though you like to look at them, they don’t really like you 

so in Care of Magical Creatures class, you all had to touch a hippogriff 

you tried to be careful but the hippogriff rose up to try to strike you

Yeosang jumped in front of you and distracted the hippogriff from you 

when he succeeded, he turned to you; face full of worries

“are you alright, Y/N?” 

you two had one of many classes together; everyone knew each other’s names

“yeah.. thank you Yeosang..” you were clearly upset because you truly admired these creatures but you can never get close to them

it was like Yeosang read your mind, “I could show you some tricks and tips with dealing with creatures, it’s not as hard as it seems..”

his voice was gentle the whole time; it was quite soothing

you nodded 

and that was a bloom of a friendship

maybe it might be more

SAN + SLYTHERIN 

(house: Slytherin)

(being: pure-blood)

excelled in all of his classes; especially alchemy 

Slytherin’s top student and model student 

if looks could kill, they’d belong to Mr. Choi San; he always had a stern, icy cold demeanor about him that made his admirers fantasize about him

but every time you were around him, you could catch him innocently smiling and laughing with his friends 

he can’t have ANYONE just catching him when he’s showcasing emotions; this is what his parents told him 

but he couldn’t help it, he really fell for you

the way you slept in class but aced all of your classes, the way you tucked your hair behind your ears when you were irritated, just everything you did made him fall more in love with you  

so he confronted you; to make sure that his feelings for you was just an illusion  

San puffed up his chest before calling out to you, “hey Y/N!”

but the moment you turned to face him, it was like the ray of sun that warmed up his cold, scaly heart 

it was weird for someone like him to talk to you; a Muggle-born, frankly you were a little scared

not knowing what to say, he declared war on you, “you better watch out dirty-blood, don’t come crying to me for help when I get 1st on all of the classes!”

you smirked as you placed your chin on the hilt of your hand, “you can definitely come cry on my shoulders when I beat your ass AGAIN~”

maybe you both had feelings for each other 

but maybe there was too much pride for either of you to admit it 

MINGI + RAVENCLAW 

(house: Ravenclaw) 

(being: half-blood)

he’s pretty clumsy and is kind of an airhead 

but he’s actually pretty smart; which is quite a switch from his personality 

is a very curious student, always asking questions 

the class clown; more like the cunning jester 

and if he was the cunning jester; you were the ice princess 

it was his goal to melt that iron heart of yours  

everyday he sent you flying notes filled with riddles and puzzles; which you adored 

you loved mysteries and discovering the unknown 

you didn’t know who was sending you these notes 

but it didn’t mattered

because you fell for the quirky, mysterious side of your secret admirer

Mingi was used to just being your secret admirer, so he really didn’t have endgame of how he was going confess to you

or even appear in front of you 

that all changed when you caught him in the act; it was the moment he cast the spell and it flew straight into your hands

you both made eye-contact; for the first time, Mingi could see the warmth in your eyes

“you’re the one sending me these?” you didn’t mean to sound so cold but that’s how you talked

Mingi cowered his head, “they must’ve been annoying and a waste of your time.... I’m sorry, I’ll stop sending them..”

he turns to leaves but you grabbed him back, “wait..I.. I really have been enjoying them. I look forward to them everyday..”

Mingi turns around to see the school’s ice princess blush for the first time

maybe he should start sending them more often 

WOOYOUNG + GRYFFINDOR 

(house: Gryffindor)

(being: pure-blood)

the school’s sweethearted prince

looks like a bad boy but he’s quite the gentleman 

you didn’t like him at first; you thought he was a pretentious, typical jock 

one of the rare pure-bloods who wasn’t a Slytherin and you thought it got to his head 

the Gryffindor Quidditch team always tried to get him on their team because he was basically one of the best athletes in the school

but he always declined and opted for potion making 

you thought he liked making potions to use it on girls 

everyone said he was nice but you thought otherwise

every time he tried to talk to you, you ignored him and walked away

it was early; you couldn’t sleep yet you were so tired so you went to the library to shake off your tiredness  

you didn’t expect to see Wooyoung there 

you sat as far as you could from him

he could tell that he made you uncomfortable

but he couldn’t help but notice how tired you looked

he makes his way over to you and you didn’t want to deal with him so you were packing your things 

“hey.. Y/N..I know you don’t like me but you don’t look too well..” Wooyoung takes a little bottle from his bag, “it’s for tiredness.. you don’t have to take it if you don’t want to..”

you didn’t know if it was a good idea to take it or not, but you did 

and with a blink of an eye, your tiredness was lifted

Wooyoung smiles to see the dark bags under your eyes disappear, “I hope you get some rest tonight..”

he shoves his hands in his pockets and walks away

knowing that the only way to get to your heart the right way

and that was with baby steps      

JONGHO + HUFFLEPUFF

(house: Hufflepuff)

(being: Muggle-born)

his grandparents were wizards but both of his parents were scquibs 

his parents were so ecstatic to find out that their son was a wizard

he was good at everything but he was humble about it

his teachers told him that he was one of the most talented wizard they’ve ever seen

but he didn’t want the glory of being “the most” anything

he just wanted to make his parents proud 

you didn’t mean to eavesdrop on his phone call with his parents

“I could stop going to school and get a job to help with mom’s hospital bills- no, dad... just.. just gimme some time..”

Jongho ends up the phone call and meets eye-to-eye with you

you didn’t know if you should apologize or walk away

but when you saw him leave first, you held him back

“I didn’t mean to listen into your conversation.. but I can help.. with your mom’s hospital bills...”

he tried to find any hint of deception, “how do I know you’re not lying? to use me for blackmail..”

you were a pure-blooded Slytherin; by the books, you were suppose to hate his kind 

but like you, he cared for his family and it didn’t mattered what house he was in and who he was

you wanted to help him; you didn’t know how fragile is heart was but you’re willing to make sure it doesn’t shatter into a billion pieces 

and he was going to let you  

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[akashinu]

Fanfic Masterlist

Avatar: The Last Airbender:

Series:

- Lovely City Boys AU, Rated T, Zuko/Sokka, 4/? works (https://archiveofourown.org/series/2054121)

A modern-ish AU focusing on the post-canon romantic relationship between Zuko and Sokka as they work through their love for each other and the practical forces that are keeping them apart.

Parts in order: (1) A Night In, (2) Every Day Without You Passes Too Slowly, (3) Growing Pains, (4) Lovely City Boys Playlist

Standalone:

- One Night Vacation, Rated E, Mai/Ty Lee/Zuko, Past!Mai/Zuko (https://archiveofourown.org/works/30725792)

Ty Lee has an idea to spice up her and Mai’s sex life. Step 1: Convince Mai to rekindle her affair with Zuko Step 2: Convince Mai to convince Zuko to stop being the Fire Lord for one night and join them in bed Step 3: Profit

- Zuko in the Middle, Rated E, Sokka/Zuko/Suki, Sokka/Suki, 2/2 Chapters

**CW: (Consensual) Underage Sex**

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/33517213/chapters/83276212)

A (mostly) canon compliant interpretation of Zuko’s encounter with Sokka and Suki in Sokka’s tent during s3e16: The Southern Raiders. All characters are at their canon ages.

- He's Changed/She's Changed, Rated G, Mai/Zuko, (https://archiveofourown.org/works/36090472)

Mai has never felt this strongly about anything in her life. She's angry. And confused. And bitter. She's angry with Zuko for breaking up with her. And she's angry enough to maybe die for him.

A rewrite/expansion on the tension between Mai and Zuko as well as Mai's betrayal of Azula in s3e14-15: The Boiling Rock Pt 1 & 2.

I Can Feel You Forgetting Me, Rated M, Zuko/Sokka, Jet/Sokka (https://archiveofourown.org/works/41174565/chapters/103218516)

*CW: Implied child abuse, implied homophobia, sex work, suicidal thoughts*

Zuko and Sokka haven't spoken for a few months. Things have gotten weird between them. Zuko has gotten a new girlfriend and seems to have moved on. Sokka is trying to grieve what could have been between them. Each chapter follows a different song in the album and a different stage in Zuko and Sokka's messy relationship. Heavily inspired by the Neon Trees album of the same name.

Avatar: The Legend of Korra:

- Last Friday Night, Rated E, Korra/Asami, Asami/Mako, Mako/Korra/Asami, 2/2 Chapters (https://archiveofourown.org/works/29099295/chapters/71431242)

Korra and Asami have an agreement as roommates and best friends. On the last Friday of every month, Korra crashes at Bolin’s place so Asami can have some alone time. Asami and Mako have an agreement, as a former couple and current friends with benefits. On the last Friday of every month, Mako drives up to Republic City University and spends the night with Asami. Mako and Asami decide to spice up one of their sessions by asking Korra to join them. She ends up learning a lot about herself and the person she thought was her best friend. Eventual KorrAsami.

- Prepared for the Storm, Rated G, Korra/Asami (https://archiveofourown.org/works/31946080)

Set during Season 4 Episode 11: Kuvira's Gambit. Korra is afraid of what Kuvira can do. Asami comes to comfort her. Asami shows Korra how to read the tarot for advice from the spirits on the roof of Future Industries Tower.

Ouran High School Host Club:

- I like you, like a lot., Rated G, Kyoya/Tamaki (https://archiveofourown.org/works/28615158)

Kyoya considers himself a master of his feelings. Like any responsible mom friend, he saves Tamaki’s drunk ass at one o’clock in the morning on a Friday night. He definitely didn’t expect the confession that came out afterwards. Or how much he would react to it.

- Confident, Rated G, Gen- Haruhi & Kyoya (https://archiveofourown.org/works/31181894)

Kyoya spontaneously gives Haruhi some incredibly useful, yet oddly specific advice before the host club doors open. (transmasc!Haruhi & transmasc!Kyoya solidarity)

- Our Little Corner of the World, Rated G, Kyoya/Tamaki, 1/? Chapters

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/33060433/chapters/82066354)

There's no one else that Tamaki could have dreamed of starting the Ouran High School Host Club with than his best friend Kyoya Ootori.

A collection of moments in time from the early days of the Host Club (pre-Haruhi). Tamaki acts on impulse. His feelings come as impulses too. Kyoya watches and supports. It's what he does best.

#i will try my best to update this

[eurydicees]

theatre club au time!!! i’m back with the romeo and juliet edition of “eurydicees just write the fucking fic instead of daydreaming about it” 

theatre club au hcs are also here: part one and part two!! 

disclaimer: there was absolutely no editing nor proofreading here, i’m watching romeo + juliet and haven’t read the real script in years, and i really don’t know what i’m talking about

so. for the fall show, one year, they decide to do romeo and juliet, because obviously, you know? 

renge directs, kyoya is her stage manager

hikaru is romeo, haruhi is juliet; tamaki is mercutio, kaoru is benvolio; idk about the rest of the cast, let’s pretend they don’t matter for the sake of this list (filing the rest of the cast list under: problems for when i actually write this stupid fic) 

honey is on lighting, mori is on set and stage combat, mei is on props and costumes, kasanoda is on sound 

so in the ouran theatre club, there’s not really a big rivalry between techies and actors because there’s only a few of them, so they all switch between roles so often (ex. kaoru is 50% actor and 50% costumes; tamaki is 50% actor, 50% director) 

HOWEVER. then, right before the fall production of r&j, hikaru says some dumbass comment about actors having more work to do than techies, and being more important, etc. etc. some bullshit like that

and this causes a HUGE rift in between the techies and the actors for this show specifically— they’re all mad at each other bc of this comment; kaoru is pissed at his brother, kyoya thinks that tamaki endorsed said comment, hikaru isn’t sure why he said it in the first place, haruhi thinks this is all ridiculous but kaoru is being an asshole about it and so they’re mad at him; etc. etc. 

so this show is uh. not coming together very well, because no half wants to work with the other half, and none of them are talking to each other 

then. THEN. THEN. THEN. 

tamaki and kyoya fall in love. 

they start a secret affair together, telling no one, because they know that everyone in the club is mad at everyone else, and saying that they’re dating is just gonna add fuel to the fire, especially bc it’s an actor/sm relationship, which is a bit weird (it’s high school, though, so whatever. once this all blows over, they’ll be a #powercouple) 

things come to a head during one rehearsal, where they’re doing mercutio’s death scene 

so tamaki is acting. he’s going all out. like. he’s giving this speech as if it’s the last performance he’ll ever give. it’s brilliant. beautiful. stan. 

and when he’s done, mei makes some comment about it “needing lights to make it look any good,” as if he can’t make it good on his own, and tamaki is so hurt by this. like. so hurt. 

renge calls for the end of rehearsal, bc hikaru is abt to like. go to war in defense of tamaki’s acting, and kaoru is just mad at hikaru, so he’s also ready to argue (bc they’re at a good enough place in their relationship to do that!!!) 

kyoya, in an attempt to cheer him up, brings tamaki out for dinner, but they have to be discreet, so they go to some commoner place. this is where all the pining Hits. then they finally, finally, actually start dating. 

as we go through the rehearsal and production meeting process, the scenes that they rehearse are interspersed with fluffy scenes of tamakyo falling in love, idk how all that would get worked in right, but it would make it in there because fuck it, yk? 

the rivalry was kind of simmering for a while, but then they doing their stop and go rehearsal, which is always an rip, but here it’s the first time in a hot sec that the entire production team and the actors are in the same room 

the actors keep goofing off and moving around, so honey can’t get things quite where he needs them; the actors are talking loudly, so kasanoda is fucked (but too shy to say something abt it, until mori tells honey, who tells renge, who stands up for them all)

and a (verbal) fight breaks out— kyoya, the eversuffering sm is losing his mind over here. 

he is done with this shit 

so he calls hold, and renge gives a speech about cooperation, and then everyone kind of shuts down. no on is having fun with being in theatre anymore. kasanoda is two insults away from quitting. mei is two broken seams away from physically fighting someone. 

things are not going well 

after rehearsal, tamaki and kyoya have their standing secret date night at some commoner’s place, idk where yet, we’ll figure that out when this actually gets written as a fic, and then. that’s when they get caught. 

it’s renge who finds them— and she’s angry. she goes on this whole rant about professionalism. the stage manager cannot be dating an actor. it’s a conflict of interest. it’s unprofessional. it’s scandalous. she will not have it in her theatre. 

then tamaki points out. that she is here on a date with haruhi. 

fuckin’ hypocrite. 

the four of them have a cute double date bc fuck it. i make the rules now. and they realize that this is bullshit and they’re never going to pull together a show if they keep on arguing like this

but they don’t really know how to fix it???? 

it eventually kind resolves itself when renge, who cannot keep a secret for the life of her, accidentally reveals that she and haruhi are dating— they’re in the dressing room, and renge just kisses them, not realizing that kaoru and mei are arguing over kaoru’s costume in there

everyone is very upset for a moment, until they crack because kaoru and mei are both kinda hopeless romantics, and a star-crossed love is exactly what they needed to make the show come together

meanwhile, tamaki and hikaru are practicing mercutio’s queen mab monologue (for the #drama of the moment), and kyoya is taking notes or w/e, and when they pause, hikaru asks abt tamaki’s inspiration for his acting and what feelings he’s drawing on 

and tamaki is just like *looks at kyoya* “i have my own love” 

i’m gonna be honest i super worked myself into a hole here and i have absolutely no idea how to end this

unlike shakespeare, i cannot kill off all the characters in order to have a resolution to my work 

taking suggestions for an ending i guess. anything would be better than whatever this mess is rn

#theatre club au #ohshc #ouran high school host club #tamakyo #harurenge #god this is a mess #the ending is so cheesy and i hate it #but i suffered through these thoughts so you fuckers have to suffer through reading them

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Rotten Palaces (Part one)

Rating: Mature

Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club

Pairings: KyoKao, MoriKyo, HikaKao, TamaHika

Summary:  Kyoya Ootori, throughout his life, knew one thing for definite: Ghosts were real. (Crimson Peak AU)

TW: Ghosts, Murder, Major Character Death, Gore, Incest (NOT FOR KINK), Abuse, Major Illness, Poisonings

The rain fell in sheets upon both cobblestone and black umbrellas alike, the sky a dark, unseemly grey. It was appropriate, Kyoya supposed, given the occasion; however, the chill practically forced him against his sister's side, hands fisted in her heavy, black coat.

It wasn't all that usual for him to be out in the cold, at eight o'clock sharp in the morning, being a somewhat sickly child and recommended rest at every possible moment. Don't get upset, or excited, or in any highly emotional state be it positive or negative, lest his arrhythmia and generally weak heart take their toll too greatly to recover from. 

However, the most recent death in the family, in an unexpected turn, was not his own. 

He sniffed, forcing himself to not turn away as the coffin was carried through the group of darkly clad, sombre people. His mother contracted black cholera, and the disease seemed to both take its time, and progress quicker than anything so permanent should. She was whisked away and his father had ordered a closed casket. 

No kiss goodbye, nothing to truly solidify that she was gone. He would never speak such a terrible thought aloud but she'd died as she lived – distantly; his life only tangibly connected to hers. It still hurt, to know that he wouldn't see her joyful smile when she did share meals with him. He clung to her as a parent who was not as stern or imposing as his father. He would miss that.

Though Kyoya was sheltered, he wasn’t gullible. He was bright, with a wicked wit for his young age, and didn't suffer fools; just as expected of his father's sons. He knew, as he aged that the distance between them would one day become insurmountable, much further than a mere six feet of soil and grass. This pain would pass soon; he just prayed it would be soon enough.

He had been put to bed early after the wake, tuts of sleep improving his heart or some other rubbish Fuyumi believed to make herself feel more confident that he wouldn't fall into eternal rest as well. They just lost Mother, so she was clinging far tighter than usual, but he didn't mind. He was exhausted after the day's events, and was grateful to retire early. To smile through more condolences would picked the scab off his proverbial wound, over and over. 

A creak sounded, and something cold washed over him, despite the plushness of the blankets. 

"Fuyumi...?" He questioned, limbs uncooperative as he yelled at himself to turn over and see the source of the noise. 

No answer. His breath caught in his throat, chest lodged in a gradually tightening vice, and the seconds that ticked by could be mistaken for hours. Ridiculous, he admonished himself mentally, absolutely ridiculous reaction. Still, something screamed in him, begged him to stay still as if he were a rabbit caught in the gaze of a snake. 

Harsh breathing that wasn't his own overtook his senses, just about breaking his trance. Well, cracked it, really; he managed to make himself peer over his shoulder. 

Staggering down the hall was a horrifying apparition, black and shrouded in wisps of smoke, or something of that kind. He buried himself in the blankets, his fragile heart beating so hard that he could feel the arrhythmia himself, and prayed for whatever monstrous vision this was to leave him be. Unlike childish fears of dark nights passed, this demon refused to simply slip back into the ether. 

"My dear child," It whispered to him, a cruel mockery of his mother's tender tone, rasping through its decayed throat as the mattress shifted, a familiar body curling against his back. Sharp, bony fingers carded through his hair, and his mind wove images of her dragging him into death's arms with her, to keep her youngest child as close as could be through eternity and beyond.

It was so close he could smell the decay, and it wheezed a single warning, "When the time comes, beware of the bloody manor."

He couldn't contain it any longer, bolting upright, a scream leaving his throat, desperate and wishing to be saved from the waking nightmare he found himself in.

He didn't stop until Mr Tachibana ran into his room, frantically asking what on earth happened, why he was screaming like the devil himself was in his room. It shook him out of his hysteria, frantically tossing his head to-and-fro in some attempt to see where the thing so like his mother had disappeared to; but it was no use. As quickly as it had materialised, it was gone, leaving only the vestiges of heart-stopping terror in its wake. 

"It..." He panted, turning over the event in his head, trying to avoid the possibility of being locked up in Bedlam for such nonsense as a dead woman returning to deliver a cryptic message, "It must have been a nightmare... Apologies for waking you..."

"Not at all," The man tutted, waving away the apology, "I'd much rather be woken and know that you're alright than sleep right through something... Well... Important."

It was a fair enough statement, even if he had missed the disturbing incident. All was... Well, not fine. Because Kyoya knew a couple of things. Firstly, that this was no nightmare, the stench of rot and the feeling of bone in his hair too vivid to be merely in his own mind. Secondly, well...

Ghosts are real.

A/N: HALLOWEEN TIME IS HERE! So, this project is kind of a challenge I set myself, where I'm hoping to update it every day of October. I want to just get this completed to show myself I can actually sit down and write, and if I can do this I can update my other works. Just a warning that the title might change, so keep an eye out for that.

#ouran high school host club #ohshc #kyokao #morikyo #Kyoya Ootori #Fuyumi Ootori #seizaburo tachibana #rotten palaces series #my fanfiction

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I wanted to do something for this au, cause I love it with all my heart 💜 and also cause I love ouran@jessie4098

These parties were always the worst, the people were all either kiss-asses, obnoxious, or rude. Seeing how some of the people treated the staff made bora’s blood boil. But, since Jumin has done so much for Bora, the least she can do in return is be on her best behavior.

Jumin was talking to some ceos of other companies and bora could see some of the guys around her age being scolded. A guy around bora’s height stood next to her, mousy brown hair and big brown eyes, but he seems different than most of the other teenagers at the party.

“ hi, I saw that you were standing here alone, would you mind some company?” The man said, bowing his head,” I’m Haruhi Fujioka, it’s nice to meet you,”

Bora has gone through this many times before, they introduce themselves and then leave when they don’t recognize bora’s last name,” I’m sorry, but I’m not rich,” that usually gets them off of her back. But Haruhi just smiled.

“ Neither am I, my friends just drag me along to their family parties, this is actually first time out of japan,” Haruhi said, giving bora a reassuring smile.

“ those are some friends you got there then. I’m Bora Kim, “ as Bora and Haruhi were talking, a set of red headed twins made their way towards them, interrupting a very pleasant conversation.

“ Haruhi, you know you should stick with one of the other members,” one of them said, throwing an arm around Haruhi, while the other agreed with him.

“ yeah yeah, I know the lecture. Bora, this is Hikaru,” pointing to the one on her right, and then pointing to the other twin,” this is Karou,”

They both stepped up,” we’re the Hitachiin twins, we never heard of you before,” they said in perfect unison.

Bora was a bit uncomfortable, not knowing how to deal with these types of situations, she wasn’t sure that she should be here in the first place but they just keep questioning her.

“ Hikaru, Karou, have I taught you nothing, you have to be kind and curtious to people when they are uncomfortable,” a voice said from behind the twins,

“ it’s not our fault boss, “ they say in perfect unison again as a really tall blonde dramatically, grabbing bora’s hands as he leans down to eye level with bora, making her extremely uncomfortable,

“ I apologize for their crude behavior, they are still so inexperienced with how to handle a fragile flower’s emotions such as yourself,” it looked like he was about to cry

Bora had no clue what to say, so she just slipped her hands out from his, giving Haruhi the side eye,” um, it’s fine, but could you back up, you’re really close,”

Luckily he backs away, profusely apologizing,” I am sorry my princess, please forgive me. My name is Tamaki Suoh, and you are,”

“ I’m Bora Kim, and don’t worry about it.” She could see the puzzled look on his face trying to figure out who’s family she is from.

“ Bora Kim, forgive me but I’m having trouble remembering what family you belong to,” he says as another guy approaches, tall, slender, black hair and glasses.

“ Kyoya! There you are! We were just introducing ourselves to Bora Kim, come say hi!” Tamaki says, and Kyoya approaches with a business smile, one anyone who knows what to look for can see how fake it is.

“ Ms. Kim, it is a pleasure to meet you, I have heard many things about you, and as you know our fathers are close business partners.” He says in a kind tone.

“ the pleasure is mine,” Bora says, not having a clue if what he is saying is true or not, so she figures taking a safe route would be best.

“ C&R and the Ootori conglomerate work closely together on certain projects so I am sure that this is not the last time we will meet,” he says in a kind, but also threatening manner.

“ Wait, you’re the orphan Jumin Han adopted! So you’re kinda like Haruhi!”

“ I wouldn’t say that Tamaki-sempai” Haruhi says in an unamused tone. Bora looks around as the group talks amongst themselves when she sees Jumin wave her over.

“ it was really great to meet you all, but I must be going now,” Bora is so relieved to get out of there, but the stress doesn’t stop, Jumin introduces Bora to many more of his business partners, each one more intimidating.

Bora sees a little slip where she get her away and she takes it, sneaking out through the kitchen and stumbling into a secluded garden she sits on a bench, just needing to take a breather. Thinking she is alone, bora begins to talk to the birds and a bunny. Little does she know, another person was watching this whole ordeal.

Seeing another person in the garden looking a bit overwhelmed, bora stands up and immediately apologizes,” I am so sorry, I didn’t know someone else would be here,”

“ no need to apologize,” a smooth deep voice says, a tan guy who has extremely long legs and is quite handsome says, nodding his head in a way that gestures that she can stay.

“ I’m Bora Kim,”

“I’m Takashi Morinozuka, “ he says as another person bursts into the room, a short boy with blonde hair holding two slices of cake.

“ Takashi! I brought you some cake! But who is your friend?”

“ I’m bora Kim, sorry for intruding, I’ll get going.” Bora says as she makes her way to the door.

“ Wait! You look like you need to relax a bit, get some air. You can stay, right Takashi?” The small blonde boys says as Takashi nods his head yes. “ I’m Mitsukuni Haninozuka, Takashi’s cousin, but everyone calls me hunny!It’s very nice to meet you. Would you like some cake?”

Bora smiles as Hunny pats the seat in between him and Takashi( hunny is the best wingman) taking a seat hunny noticed how his cousin blushes and keeps stealing glances at bora, especially when a few animals come and sit right next to bora. The three of them talked for hours, laughing and when it got a bit cold out, Takashi put his suit jacket over bora’s shoulders without bora asking, or even saying anything. The jacket engulfed bora, and she notices how good he smells.

It unfortunately came to an end when jumin entered with two other sets of parents trying to find their kids. But when they entered they saw bora and Takashi having a deep conversation while hunny was asleep on her lap. The Morinozuka parents and Jumin gave each other a knowing glance as their kids exchanged numbers, and saw the blushes in their kids faces.

When bora tried to give back Takashi’s jacket he told her that he can pick it up tomorrow, and that it’s too cold for her not to wear a jacket right now. Jumin felt conflicted, on one hand it is good that bora is becoming more of a normal teenager, and it’s great that this possible love interest comes from a very respected family and their boy is chivalrous, but in the other hand he doesn’t want her to get hurt. But seeing Bora smile, that was the best part of the evening

( sorry this was so long, I might want to make a part 2 though) - submission 

HELP IT’S SO WHOLESOME I’M GONNA SCREAM

Local teenage wonder Bora Kim, though, she’s been presenting herself as Bora Han as of late when she’s around some stuffy rich people just to make a point that yes, she is adopted and yes, she was wanted. She can be a little chaotic and she can be a little crass, but on the inside, she’s a breath of fresh air and she just wants to go back to something calm and simple.

 She isn’t sure that she may ever see that. The RFA is always great and she loves having fun and tormenting them, but when she’s alone like this, trying to make sure she’s on her best behavior for Jumin’s sake, she always feels like a fish out of water. She’s nowhere near as poised as these guys. She does her best with her manners, but God, it’s hard. 

Everyone thinks she’s a charity case. 

She sees pity and jealousy. 

But, then, wow, she starts pining over someone that is so gentle and a man of few words? It seems like something she would never do but boy if that isn’t what is happening right now and I kind of ship it oh my god

#bora kim oc #ouran au #ask #mod kait #submission #runaway mc #jessie4098

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Kaoru Hitachiin - Stargazing

Stargazing – Kaoru Hitachiin

SuicidalConnorMurphy

A/N: Male!reader. High school AU.

Words: 2,517

           A contented sigh tumbled from your lips as you gazed up at the clear night sky. Stars had only just begun to decorate the field of midnight blue, allowing you to count each and every new appearance. Winter had faded, making way for spring to approach, so the nights were slowly but surely growing warmer and more pleasant.

         It wasn’t too late- with winter came earlier sunsets and longer nights- but you felt as though time stood still as you sat on a swing in the park. Your eyes were closed, your head tilted up towards the sky. Your arms were limp by your sides, your feet softly dragging the ground beneath you. Everything was calm, serene, peaceful.

         In the silence of the night, you could hear footsteps slowly approaching, and your heartbeat quickened. You froze in place, prepared for an attacker to attempt abduction. The footsteps drew closer until you were certain they were just to your left, and you braced yourself for a quick escape.

         Until a soft sigh was heard, and the chains of the swing beside you squeaked softly in protest of being strained.

         Opening one eye, you glanced to your left, stifling a gasp in surprise at the sight that met you. Sitting on the swing was one Kaoru Hitachiin, spoiled rich kid and Ouran Academy heartthrob. Looking at him fully, you couldn’t help but tilt your head and wonder what business he had sitting in the park at night, without his escort or his guard or even his twin brother.

         “Hitachiin?” you called gently. No one called the upperclassmen by first name, as much as you wanted to. “Kaoru” was such an adorable name, and it wasn’t as though the rich students tried to hide their identities. It was just a sign of respect, referring to them by their surnames until you were granted exclusive permission to call them something more intimate.

         The orange-haired boy opened his eyes and turned to meet your gaze. To your surprise, he offered you a lazy smile. This soft side of the younger Hitachiin twin puzzled you – he was normally loud, flamboyant, giggly, friendly. He wasn’t a jerk like the other rich kids, and he was definitely the kinder of the twins.

         “Hey, (l/n),” he greeted. A shiver snaked its way down your spine at the sound of his voice calling your name, and despite sharing nearly all of your classes with him, you felt a twinge of surprise that he knew who you were.

         “What, uh… What are you doing out here?” you couldn’t help but inquire. From what you understood, the rich kids had a strict schedule to keep, usually set in stone by their parents. You didn’t know any of them on a personal enough level to understand the details, but what little you had been made privy to was enough to have you appreciating your humble background. Many of the upperclassmen, especially the kind ones like Hitachiin and Suoh, only made friends through their money. Other students abused their connections, and once their parties were over and their requirements were met, they never spoke to their so-called “friends” again.

         Hitachiin chuckled softly, as though the answer were obvious. “Enjoying the stars.”

         You were hesitant to question further. A million thoughts swirled through your head, but you felt as though you had no right to voice them. Though, you supposed, he could always leave if he was uncomfortable or offended by your curiosity.

         “I can see that,” you countered. “I just meant-“

         “What’s a spoiled trust fund kid doing out past curfew, sitting in the park without an escort?” he finished for you, and you were grateful for the darkness and its ability to hide the blush crawling up your neck.

         “Uh… yeah.”

         He chuckled again, his gaze turning up to the sky. You couldn’t help but follow suit.

         “My parents don’t know I’m out here,” he murmured softly, as though it were a secret – which it probably was. “My brother doesn’t even know. I wait until everyone in the house is asleep; Hikaru, our parents, our bodyguards, the maids. Then I come out here to look at the stars.”

         “Why?” you asked before you could stop yourself.

         He turned his eyes back towards you again, and you felt yourself growing weak the longer you looked into them. “It’s peaceful. I don’t have to be Mr. Hitachiin out here. I don’t have to be Hikaru’s brother, or the heir to the Hitachiin business, or the upperclassman that everyone only wants to befriend because he has money.”

         Your heart ached with sympathy. “I’m sorry you have to endure that,” you murmured. “I don’t know what it’s like, obviously, but… If you ever need to talk about anything…”

         You trailed off, dropping your gaze to your lap. What would the attractive Kaoru Hitachiin want to talk to you for, anyway?”

         His swing squealed as he rose to his feet, and you tried to hide a wince. You’d scared him away. Your once chance at getting to know who he really was, and you’d ruined it.

         A hand entered your peripheral vision, and you turned your head to view it fully. Hitachiin stood beside you, arm extended, palm open, a soft smile on his lips. You hesitantly placed your hand in his, noting with butterflies dancing through your core how warm it was. As you stood, you hesitantly met his eyes, catching the way they sparkled despite the lack of light around you.

         “I should go,” he whispered. “I try not to venture out for too long. Hikaru can sense when I’m gone.”

         You nodded dumbly, hanging onto his every word. “I’m sorry if I said anything out of line-“

         He held up a hand, and you closed your mouth. “You said nothing wrong, (l/n). I was actually thinking… Maybe I could see you again? Tomorrow night, same time?”

         Your heart nearly broke out of your chest, and you offered another nod. “Y-yeah. That sounds great.”

         He grinned. “Awesome. I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

         “See you tomorrow,” you managed before he turned on his heel and took off away from the park.

           The following night, you waited patiently at the park, sitting in the same swing you had before. You chewed your lip absent-mindedly as you gazed up at the stars, hoping against all hope that Hitachiin would really come back.

         You heard footsteps behind you and, unable to contain your excitement, you turned around to face your companion. You saw him approaching and stood from your swing, waiting for him to get close enough for you to greet him.

         “Hey, (l/n),” he beamed.

         “Hey, Hitachiin,” you returned.

         He approached the swings, but instead of sitting down, you reached for his hand. Confused, he offered his own, and you ignored the tingle that spread through your limbs as your fingers brushed his.

         “How about we sit on the field?” you suggested. “It has a better view of the stars.”

         He grinned and nodded his approval, letting you lead him across the park to the large field that families often used for kite flying or frisbee throwing. You sat down, crossing your legs and gently tugging him to follow suit. He complied, instead stretching his legs out before him, sitting much closer to you than you had anticipated.

         “You’re right,” he purred softly. “This is much nicer.”

         You gulped softly, nodding before turning to gaze up at him. “So I-I didn’t offend you yesterday, right?”

         He shook his head. “Not at all. It was actually kind of nice to talk to someone who wanted to know the real me, not the rich Hitachiin offspring.”

         “I’ve never cared much for money,” you shrugged. “It doesn’t make a person.”

         He smiled softly. “What’s your story, then? I’ve seen you around, you know, hanging out with Haruhi.”

         You stared at him with wide eyes, wondering how he knew your best friend and how Haruhi could have not mentioned that she and the cutest boy in school were on a first-name basis.

         “Haruhi?” you repeated. “Yeah, I’ve known her since grade school. We kind of grew up together.”

         There was a glimmer of sadness in the taller boy’s eyes. “That sounds nice.”

         “Do you not have… childhood friends?” you asked, wincing at how harsh your words sounded.

         Hitachiin didn’t seem to notice as he shook his head. “The only person I’ve grown up with is Hikaru. Our mom was… strict, regarding our day-to-day lives. We didn’t even have casual friends – still don’t.”

         “That’s awful,” you murmured.

         He was quiet, and you took a moment to admire him. His soft eyes were blurred with a mix of emotions, his strong jawline seemed tight as though he were biting his tongue.

         “If you’d like,” you began softly, shyly glancing down at your lap, “I could be your friend.”

         He turned to look at you, frowning when you wouldn’t meet his eyes. His soft hand grasped your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. You resisted biting your lip as you stared at the intensity in his golden eyes.

         “I’d love that,” he breathed.

           After what felt like hours, it was time for him to return home. You were reluctant to see him go, but you needed to leave as well, and you didn’t want either of you getting in trouble.

         “Same time tomorrow, (l/n)?” he called over his shoulder.

         “Yeah,” you agreed. “But maybe you could call me (y/n), instead.”

         He stopped and turned around, the shyest hint of a smile on his lips. He offered you a mock bow, grinning on the way back up. “Only if you call me Kaoru.”

         Your heart hammered in your chest. “Deal!”

         You parted ways, more excited than you expected for the next night to come.

           Your rendezvous continued on like this for the next week. After dark, you would meet in the park, you always arriving first. You’d sit with Kaoru, still unable to believe that you were on a first-name basis, either on the swings or on a bench or in the field. You’d watch the stars and discuss whatever topic came to mind, neither of you shy or offended or guarded.

         It was perfect.

         You made your way to the park one night, surprised to see a mop of orange hair already awaiting you. Kaoru was seated on the field, which had become his favorite place to think. You sauntered up beside him, dropping to the ground in a cross-legged position.

         “Mind if I join you?” you inquired.

         He turned to grin at your arrival. “Not at all.”

         “What should we talk about tonight?” you prompted, allowing him the choice since it was usually you that began your nightly conversations.

         He was hesitant to reply, and you worried that something might be wrong. Before you could question it, however, Kaoru turned to face you.

         “Did you and Haruhi ever date?”

         You blinked, processing the question before huffing out a soft laugh. He seemed stifled by your amusement.

         “No, we never did,” you assured him, shaking your head. “Why do you ask?”

         “Hikaru has been… interested,” Kaoru replied slowly. “He’s also been pushing me to find out if she’s available, and I knew that you two were close, so I didn’t want to overstep my bounds by asking if she was single, if the two of you were together.”

         “She’s single, but no offense to your brother, I don’t know if she’d be interested,” you countered. “She’s kind of picky with who she’s attracted to, and she hasn’t had a crush on very many people in the years I’ve known her.”

         “Is that why you two never…?” Kaoru trailed off, knowing that you would understand.

         You were hesitant to reply. “That, and…” You exhaled a sigh, turning away from the taller boy. “She’s not my type.”

         “Oh?” Kaoru’s interest had been piqued. “What is your type then, (y/n)?”

         Chewing your lip, you swallowed the lump in your throat. “First and foremost… Male.”

         The boy beside you exhaled, and your hopeful heart could have sworn it was a sigh of relief. You hesitantly turned your head to glance at him, and found him fiddling with his sleeves.

         “I was kind of hoping you’d say that,” he murmured.

         Your heart skipped a beat. “And why’s that?”

         He shifted closer to you, one hand coming to caress your jaw. You leaned into his touch, never breaking his gaze.

         “Because my type is male, shorter than me, (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes. He’s funny, and smart, and sweet, and real, and he doesn’t just want to get to know me for my money or my background. He’s genuinely interested in who I am, and I’ve spent every night this week looking at the stars with him by my side.”

         “Kaoru…”

         “Please tell me I’m not reading too much into this,” he murmured, almost desperately. “I’ve been dying to talk to you, (y/n), but I didn’t think you’d be interested, and I was afraid of being taken advantage of again.”

         “Kaoru, you’re not reading too much into it,” you assured him, and his soft eyes lit up hopefully. “You’re my type, too.”

         He leaned in, his nose brushing against yours, so close that you could feel his breath ghosting over your mouth.

         “Can I kiss you?” he murmured, and it took every ounce of willpower you had not to lunge forward and tackle him to the ground.

         “Please,” you exhaled, and he took the plunge, kissing you softly and passionately all at once. His hand slid to the back of your head, holding you in place. The hand he’d been using to prop himself up came to rest on your hip, gently fisting in the fabric of your shirt. You rested both of your hands on his chest, feeling his smooth, toned build through his clothing. He tilted his head, kissing you deeper and running his soft tongue along your bottom lip. With a gasp, you granted him access, melting into his arms when his tongue slipped into your mouth. It danced with your own, swiping along the roof of your mouth and the back of your teeth.

         Growing lightheaded from the lack of air and the intensity of the kiss, you reluctantly pulled back to inhale. Your eyes fluttered open, gazing up at Kaoru.

         “Will you be my boyfriend, (y/n)?” he murmured. “We’d have to keep it a secret, until I graduate and my parents no longer control me. They don’t approve of anyone who doesn’t come from money, and I don’t want them to judge you. I care for you so much, (y/n).”

         You silenced his ramblings with a soft kiss. “Of course I will, Kaoru. I wouldn’t have kissed you if I didn’t want this. I don’t mind keeping it a secret. We can keep meeting up like this, away from your family’s watch.”

         He nodded. “That sounds amazing.”

         He kissed you again, and you lost yourself to his touch. You didn’t know how long you’d spent in the park this time, but neither of you could find it in yourselves to care.

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