#ohshc fics

[vincent-4ever]

If it’s okay, I would love something with grumpy Kyoya in the morning in bed with his s/o. I think he needs some headpats

Yes it's ok! Sorry it takes me a long time to get to requests lol, inspiration really takes it's time to hit me, I love this prompt so here's my take at it :)

Gender neutral reader

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╰┈➤As you were getting out of bed, you notice your significant other, Kyoya, toss and turn in his sleep. I mean you were pretty slow getting up and you did move the blankets around a lot so this probably bothered his sleep. You made sure his blankets were covering him when he was done moving around. After a few minutes you decide to get some water from the kitchen.

╰┈➤After a few minutes you come back, and notice Kyoya has woken up, not in a good mood. The time was 9:00 AM, and ever since you and Kyoya started sharing a bed, you were made fully aware he is not a morning person. He put his glasses on and the more he stayed awake the more obvious he was grumpy. He stared at you quietly with a look on his face that screams "you shouldn't have bothered me in my sleep"

╰┈➤ After a few minutes of Kyoya staring at you with a mean look you blurt "I'M SO SORRY DID I WAKE YOU UP?!"

╰┈➤Kyoya seeing you apologize like this makes him snap back to reality, he sighs and says in a calm, and collected voice "Don't apologize, just, don't do it again.."

╰┈➤ After that moment he got up to give you a hug and a kiss on the head, squeezing tightly though because he is still kind of infuriated.

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Hi!! Thanks for reading until the end, I don't think this was my best fan fic 😅😅 but I tried so if you enjoyed it likes and rebloggs are appreciated!! I hope you enjoyed this :)

ALSO!! don't hesitate to submit a prompt for me to write, even if it takes me a while to get to it I promise I'll do it

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[morinuu]

so what if kyouya doesn't like you? so what if he looks at your commoner clothes with absolute disgust? so what if he calls you 'the second honour student' when referring to you in the third person, not even bothering to call you by name?

so what if he glares his unbelievably hot eyes at you and clicks his tongue in annoyance the moment he enters the classroom every day and sees you?

so what if he turns down your requests for his services, claiming he 'doesn't want you going into debt' when you both know that's a huge, fat lie?

he doesn't care for commoners. not one bit.

"he avoids you like the plague, are you sure you want to do this?" your friend's voice echoes in your head and you wish for nothing more than to tell her to shut up. you know haruhi just wants to help you, you know the last thing she wants is for you to embarrass yourself, but you're desperate.

your sweaty hand grabs the handle of the pink door and forcefully opens the entry to the club, which is unusually empty. but you knew this beforehand.

you knew it would be empty, nobody would be there - save kyouya. the dark prince.

the man you can't resist.

the same one who enters your dreams to firstly kiss you goodnight, and then to also fuck you silly in the host club's changing rooms.

not that you've ever been in them - you've never had the chance to stay in the club for more than 10 minutes, since you're inevitably kicked out from your lack of funds - you just imagine based on haruhi's description.

"miss l/n? our club is closed for the rest of the day. please return to your previous engagement." he warns in that strict voice of his, not even bothering to talk to your face. no 'hello, are you lost?' or 'can i help you?' uttered, like with other girls.

he feeds you nothing. he kicks you out yet again.

"actually, i'm here for-"

"goodbye, miss l/n." he walks to you and stands over you, putting his hands on your shoulders to slightly push you just a step back and shuts the doors closed.

he was rude. he didn't even give you a chance to speak. he broke etiquette.

anyone else would see this as simple, flat rejection. but you? no.

so what if he doesn't like you? he just touched your shoulders, didn't he?

#ohshc #ohshc x reader #ohshc kyoya #kyouya #kyouya ootori #kyoya ootori #ohshc fanfic #ohshc imagines #i want him so bad #ohshc headcanons #drabble #drabble fic

[myinterestsvary-writes]

I will single-handedly be the one to advocate and produce more KyoKao and HaniRei content.

#kyokao #kyoya ootori #kaoru hitachiin #ohshc #manga #Kyoya x kaoru #let them be together in all the fics please and in a potential reboot please!

[marimbles]

my first ohsc fic! predictably, it's tamaharu 🤲 this is post-manga, while they're studying in boston

Word count: 7.5k

Summary:

“It’s for you, Haruhi. I got all of this stuff for you.” He looked down, blushing, and crunched at his last remaining corn chip. She looked around at all the gifts. “But … why? None of this stuff is my taste.” Tamaki promptly burst into tears. Tamaki has been acting distant and Haruhi finds him hiding in the closet with a pile of gifts.

hey, you've got to hide your love away

Haruhi glanced at the clock above the stove while she dumped the last vegetables into the pot.

6:53 PM.

It was 6:53 PM, and she had not seen Tamaki all day.

Usually, she had a hard time not seeing Tamaki. He seemed to spend more time in her apartment than his, choosing to do his homework crouched over her coffee table rather than at his own desk. On weekends, he wanted to spend every minute with her. She insisted on dedicated, private study time each day, but he waited patiently until she was done and came in a flash when she called. He begged to accompany her to the train station, the grocery store, even the mailbox. He always took her hand while they walked, threading his willowy fingers through hers while he rambled on about school or raved about the American commoner snacks he’d tried (so far, he was most enamored with the horrible cheesy goo you could spray out of a can and the shiny silver juice pouches with pictures of sporty people on them).

He considered it the greatest tragedy that they’d been assigned different lunch periods at school, going red with jealousy when the twins reminded him that they got to eat lunch with her and have classes with her every day. Sometimes when she was grabbing books from her locker, he’d snake his long arms around her waist from behind and press a quick kiss to her cheek, running away with a mischievous giggle before she could tell him off. Throughout the day he sent her sappy little text messages, like, “thinking of you, my princess ♡(>ᴗ•)” or “the days are too long… i miss my haruhi terribly D:” or “when we get home I want to kiss you seven times!! once for every hour we were apart!!! (˶ > ₃ < ˶)”

He hadn’t kissed her since last Thursday.

(Read on AO3)

#ohshc #ouran #tamaharu #ohshc fanfic #mine #my fics #yes i will go back to my ml fics i just got brainrot !!! lol

[schmaltzystutters]

aight listen

an enemies to lovers dynamic with Kyoya Ootori? IMMACULATE. It is arguably the perfect kind of dynamic to keep him interested and makes for some saucy chemistry and banter

but yknow what? i would also really love to see this man - this cunning, business-savvy and lowkey red flag of a man - to fall apart over a cute girl/guy who just happens to hit the right buttons for him. Maybe he's sapiosexual - he's highly into intelligence - or maybe the apple of his eye is just a huge positive influence/presence to have in his life, idk.

I just absolutely adore people like him, the super composed, smart and logical 'nothing can get past me or faze me' type, become an absolute mess because he's enamored with someone

#i was reading the ohshc kyoya x reader tag for funsies cus it's been a while since I've looked at it #and like. there's a handful of series about Kyoya enemies to lovers #and i love that #but i needa see this man lose his composure over someone who isn't even aware of what they do to him lmao #like maybe they're oblivious or doesn't to look into it #there's some fics abt it #but i might have ta write my own so it's to my liking #ohshc #kyoya ootori

[mxshr0mz]

please send in requests for x readers!!

what i am writing for currently: TBHK,obey me,ohshc, creepypasta, ERROR143!!!!

i will NOT write smut or do a fem reader. male or gn readers only.

#x gn reader #x reader #creepypasta x male reader #creepypasta x male!reader #creepypasta x reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #male reader #ohshc x male reader #tbhk x reader #tbhk x male reader #tbhk #x reader fluff #x reader fanfiction #x reader fic #tsukasa yugi x reader #reader insert #No female reader #error143 #micah yujin

[sheepiemc]

Seven Stupid Reasons to Summon a Demon

Reason #7: can't sleep

You wake with a start. 

The first thing you register is the sound of blood rushing in your ears. Your heart is beating wildly and you don’t know what happened or where you are. It's not an unfamiliar feeling but it has been quite a while since you felt this way. Your breathing is shallow, no matter how hard you try, you can't take in enough air. You press a hand to your chest as if that will calm it down. 

You take in a deep breath… and release it slowly… 

It was just a dream — of course it was. That would never happen in real life… at least, you hope it wouldn’t. You take one final deep breath and sigh. 

You look at the clock: 3:47 a.m. 

Your cat stares at you from the windowsill, eyes reflecting green and gold back at you. He hops down from the sill and crawls into your lap. You give him a scratch under his chin, just like you know he likes. 

You hate when this happens. 

It’s so hard for you to fall asleep when you’ve been woken up. You’ve been working all week and today was your first full day off in a long time. Normally, you would just resign yourself to your fate and get up — do something, anything — instead of lying awake in bed. But this time, you were determined to go back to sleep. You‘ve earned it, dammit! 

You flop back onto the pillows. You take a deep breath and close your eyes. You try “counting sheep” but you never make it past 30 before you get confused and start imagining things other than sheep. Or asking questions like, why do we count sheep in the first place? Could’ve been frogs or elephants, even! Why sheep? Who decided sheep were associated with sleep anyway? 

See, now your mind is racing with questions. 

You shift positions, laying on your side, pushing sheep thoughts from your mind. Think of nothing, you tell yourself. Nothing at all… You hear the soft pitter-patter of rain hit your window and feel yourself start to drift off to sleep — when a loud crack of thunder rouses you from your almost-slumber. You swear you can feel the bags forming underneath your eyes as the wind howls and the gentle tapping becomes hard knocks against the pane of glass. 

Of course. This might as well happen. 

It’ll pass soon, sure, but it HAD to pass when you were struggling to fall asleep? You groan in frustration. Your cat bolted when the lightning hit so you feel no guilt throwing the sheets off your sweaty legs. You start to head off towards the kitchen — before you return for your blanket, wrapping it around your shoulders because you feel naked without its protection. 

You know what you need? Tea. Something mild, something sleepy. You pull out a blend of chamomile and butterfly pea tea. Sure, you could use the normal chamomile tea, but you love to add color to your life when you can. Plus, it doesn’t change the taste, not really. That’s what you add the honey and lemon for. 

The lemon really does give it a lovely hue, you think as you stir your tea. It’s a hue that always reminds you of a certain someone... 

You furrow your brow. 

A certain someone who has the easiest solution to your problem right at his fingertips. 

You almost smack your head for not thinking of him sooner as you concentrate on a star that doesn’t exist in your night sky. You don’t even bother walking up to your window to imagine it because the rain clouds are covering any glimpse you would have of the stars in your city. 

You kick yourself and concentrate when a soft purple light floods your dark kitchen — you didn’t even bother to turn on the lights for fear it would ruin your sleepy vibes. Before you stands just the demon you wanted to see, his purple eyes almost glowing in the dark. 

“MC.” He almost purrs. 

“Belphie.” Your voice sounds rough. You blame your interrupted respite. 

You blink at each other a few times. When you don’t immediately offer an explanation, he looks you fully up and down. 

No shoes, clearly wearing pajamas, mug of tea in hand, blanket wrapped cozily around you, faint bags under your eyes. Even though it’s dark, you swear you can still see him smirk at you as he says, “Can’t sleep?” 

You shake your head. “Can’t sleep.” 

“Well,” he says, “You’ve come to the right demon.” He nods to the tea. “Bring me some, I’ll meet you inside.” He heads off to your room. 

You shake your head and smile incredulously. You pour some tea into the mug you save just for him. Sugar instead of honey, two spoons. No lemon keeps it blue but half-n-half makes the tea a soft, milky sky blue. 

When you make your way back to your room, you can see he’s made quick work crafting a cozy space out of your bed. “The environment is a key factor, not a lot of people know that.” 

You shake your head again and chuckle this time. “I’m not gonna question the master.” 

You hand him his cup of tea. He takes a sip and smiles at what he tastes — a smile that says just the way I like it. “Thank you kindly.” 

“Wow, so polite.” 

“Of course,” he says, “What kind of demon would I be if I didn’t treat my pact-holder with the utmost respect.” 

“Cute,” you smile sweetly. Then, your voice flattens. “What do you want?” 

“Clever human,” He puts the mug down on the bedside table and places his hands behind his head — lounging, the very definition of relaxed (and lazy). “I wanted to discuss the terms of my service.” 

“Excuse me?” 

“Well, what am I getting out of this deal?” 

You scoff. “Seriously?” You take a sip of your tea. 

“I mean, if I’m gonna put the effort into this, I should get something for it.” 

You hold your tea up to the side of your face and tilt your head to that side, the picture of innocent cuteness. “You get to be with little ol’ me for a few hours.” 

“Well that’s no fun — you’ll be sleeping.” He’s not even looking at you — he’s already closed his eyes, as if this is a done deal. Smug bastard. 

You grit your teeth. You didn’t think he would be difficult about this but maybe you should’ve known better. Honestly, it's 4 a.m. now and you don’t have the patience for his games right now. 

“Well, if you’re gonna be stingy about it, maybe I don’t need y-” 

You turn to leave your room, ready to abandon your bed for the couch if it comes for a price, when he quickly grabs onto you.  

“Wait.” 

He sits up from his lounging position. You look down at where he holds your wrist in his hand, firm but still gentle, then look into his eyes. You know he has more strength in his little finger than you do in your entire body but when you pull your arm out of his grip, there is no resistance. 

You see the hurt creep around his eyes and you already feel bad but you steel yourself and say, “I’m tired, Belphie. A nightmare woke me up tonight and I just want to get back to sleep.” 

He looks at you for a long time without saying anything. For a moment, you wonder if he heard you, or if you even said anything out loud. Then he asks, "Do you wanna talk about it?" 

The question catches you off guard ...Talk about the dream? The details are already beginning to fade but you do remember the fear. 

Belphegor watches you ponder the question and wordlessly pats your bed. You sit next to him and look down at your tea in your hands. “I… don't really remember where I was or what I was doing. All I can remember is that I was watching something terrible happen and I was powerless to stop it.” 

“You know, MC. I’m a dream demon. I’m used to wading around through people’s subconscious and seeing the absolute worst things they can imagine. Hell, I’ve sometimes even put some truly awful things in their minds. But you know, no matter how visceral it feels, how much it scares you, how much it hurts ��� it will never be real. It can’t hurt you out here.” He puts a hand on your knee, next to where your hands lay in your lap. 

You look up at him and see sincerity, a rare expression on his usually mischievous face. 

You smile softly at him before scoffing. 

Not the reaction he was expecting, he gives you a sassy look and rests his cheek on his fist. “What?”

“I just feel like I’ve had this exact conversation before… Y’know, when I was, like, five?” You try to take a sip of your tea but you can’t stop smiling.

Belphie lets out an involuntary bark of laughter. It makes you giggle, too. “Well then, I guess you never learn, do you?” 

You both end up in a fit of laughter. 

You're not really sure why — it wasn’t that funny to begin with. But it is almost 4:30 a.m. and you’re probably more than a little hysterical. Belphie takes the mug of tea from your hands before you end up spilling it everywhere. 

As you gasp for breath, coming down from your giggle delirium, you say, "It's kinda funny, actually… How when you're a kid, your nightmares are about monsters and scary things that aren't real but as you get older, your nightmares are about real life tragedies that could happen to you tomorrow." 

He chuckles to himself. 

You push him with your shoulder. "What?" 

"Nothing. Just…” He looks down at his hands resting in his lap.

“What would kid-you say now that the monster wasn't under your bed, but in it?" He's smiling but it's more rueful than joyful. 

You look at him and say, "You're not a monster, Belphie." 

He looks at you and raises an eyebrow. "MC, I'm literally a demon. I just told you I give people nightmares. Like for fun." 

You know what else he’s thinking about — what always goes unsaid but is always at the back of his mind, always hanging in the air between you. You give him a flat look. 

He narrows his eyes at you slightly, so slight you almost convince yourself he didn’t. And yet, faster than you can blink, you’re on your back. He hovers his body over yours, with both his hands on either side of your face — caging you in. He looks down at you. You look up at him. Where you would normally see a mischievous glint in his eyes, you only see hard emotion. 

You’ve gotten good at communicating non-verbally with both Belphie and his twin but when he puts up a wall like this, he is impossible to read. 

“You should be afraid of me.” His voice sounds raw with emotion, like he’s been screaming for hours. 

You just look at him. After what feels like an eternity of neither of you saying anything, he hesitantly lifts one hand and places it gently on your neck. His touch is so featherlight, you can barely feel it. But you do feel it there, trembling slightly. 

“You know I’m not.” And it’s true. You know he would never hurt you. Not like that, not again. And not just because you could stop him with your pact. You know he hasn’t forgiven himself for what he did and you aren’t sure you fully have either. It’s times like these where you both get to reflect on your relationship, that defining event, and where you are now. 

“And I never will be.” You slip your hands behind his neck and card your finger through his soft hair. You see his eyes flutter for a moment before he remembers he's supposed to be intimidating you. 

Before you can react, his head dips low to the crook of your neck. He lets his body weight fall on top of you. You grunt from the sudden impact and it makes you laugh. In the quiet, you hear him gently murmur into your neck, “I don’t deserve you.” 

You hum and continue to card your fingers through his hair. “I thought you were the one who was supposed to comfort me.” 

“Well, if you want me to help you out, I did say you would have to do something for me.” 

You laugh. Of course — he’s just as stubborn as you are. “Can I at least get into a more comfortable position?” 

Belphie groans and flops away from you. You get into your nest and adjust till you’re nice and cozy. He kneels on the bed, hovering above you, ready to pounce. He switches to his demon form, the smell of sulfur filling the room. You plug your nose and wave the stench away. “Damn, I wish that smell didn’t linger so much.” 

Belphie shrugs, “Hey, what kind of demon would I be if at least one aspect of this wasn’t unpleasant?” You roll your eyes and open your arms to him. He dives in and, to your surprise, actually maneuvers you to be on top of him now. 

You look at him, questions obvious on your face.   

He holds you close, tucking your head underneath his chin and says, “Nothing is more comforting to me than having you in my arms.” 

You feel the heat rise in your face at how unabashedly honest he is and you're grateful he can’t see your face — you wouldn’t hear the end of it. 

You tighten your arms around him, holding him close, too. “Thank you, Belphie.” 

You feel the effects of his power take hold and you lose yourself to the soft purple abyss of deep, uninterrupted sleep.

A soft, soothing voice reaches out to you through the lulling numbness. Safe. Comfort.“Sweet dreams, MC.”

#obey me shall we date #obey me fanfic #obey me belphegor #obey me mc #belphegor x mc #belphegor x reader #belphegor fluff #originally posted on ao3 #sometimes i read shit and be like “DAMN I WROTE THIS??” lmao #op #fic #just realized i accidentally referenced ohshc iykyk

[seretonin-please]

(Just trying something new with my writing lol unedited- )

His new religion ~

His thumb smeared the glittery lipgloss across her lips. She looked up at him, waiting, wanting. The look in her eyes was uncertain yet excited. He carefully parted her lips, gently placing the pad of his thumb flat on her tongue.

Her siren eyes stared into him as she curved her tongue around his thumb. The look she gave him brought out something in him. He wasn’t one to do things like this, especially not in the dark hallway of his best friend's home. But she always managed to bring out the worst parts of him. She tantalizes him, she knows she does does. She makes him greedy and he makes her…

He pulled his thumb out of her mouth, replacing it with his own. Her taste, her scent, everything. Everything about her drove him crazy. His fingers traced over her collar bones, to her shoulders, down to her waist. His tongue hungrily licked at hers, feeling the piercing she has on her tongue.

His hands went to her ass, then slightly lower to her thighs, she smiled into the kiss immediately knowing what he wanted. Wordlessly she wrapped her arms around his neck and jumped. He caught her with no problem and eagerly pressed her against the wall. She parted the kiss panting heavily, a knowing smile on her face as he chased her lips.

“I thought you said last time was the last time?” She teased.

“Kiss me.” He pleaded. Desperate to feel every part of her again.

She brushed her lips against his, feeling herself grow more excited in other places as she felt him press himself against her. She loved the look he gave her, the way he looked at her like he’d stop breathing if she’d so much as take her eyes off of him for a second.

She gave him what he wanted, pressing her lips against his, laughing into it as she felt him jolt. The simplest touch of hers electrifying him.

Tonight again he belonged to her, but she and him both knew that he’d belong to her for as long as she’ll have him.

#hozier #brothersbestfriend #writblr #female writers #writing #writers and poets #writer things #hobie brown x reader #x reader #bridgerton #teen wolf x reader #link x reader #lana del rey #siren aesthetic #sucubbus #ohshc x reader #criminal minds fic #criminal minds

[fandom-specific]

kyokao: how menacing

5 times the Host Club was afraid of Kyoya and the 1 time they were afraid of Kaoru.

#ohshc #ouran high school host club #kyoya ootori #kaoru hitachiin #kyokao #prompt #fanfiction #fanfiction prompt #fanfic prompt #fanfic #Fic #customtag2

[paunchsalazar]

wrote a years later tamakyo fic…

#sorry to post fic on Tumblr but also to me what is a snippet but the equivalent of a sketch who cares…… #this fic is short so this is like 1/4 of it anyway #tamakyo #kyotama #kyoya ootori #tamaki suoh #ouran #ohshc #ouran high school host club

[vincent-4ever]

Hi! I love your blog (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠) and I would like to ask for some fluff with Tamaki form OHSHC in which his fem s/o is on her period and she explains everything about it and he takes care of her.

Hii!!! IM SORRY I DIDNT SEE THIS :(((

I tried with this one! I hope you like it!

Tamaki is a total sweetheart!! 😭😭😭

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Tamaki Takes Care of You While You're On Your Period

╰┈➤ This man didn't even know what periods were before you told him 😭😭

╰┈➤ He got really worried when you told him about it and how it involves blood, but after a very long explanation he finally understands.

╰┈➤ He'll bring you super expensive snacks, and when you ask for something more normal like a bag of chips from the local gas station, he insists that you only deserve the best

╰┈➤ He'll buy you pads or tampons, but he'll call you in the middle of the store and ask what size you are very loudly without realizing how embarrassing that it is 😭

╰┈➤ He goes out of his way to be with you, and he doesn't exactly know what to do with cramps. He thinks that giving you a hug will make it better.

╰┈➤ While hugs don't make the cramps go away, and no matter how many times you say it, he won't stop.

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I hope you liked it! ♥️

And again, sorry for being so late:(

#ohshc fluff #ohshc headcanons #ohshc x reader #ohshc fanfic #ohshc tamaki #ohshc #tamaki suoh #suoh tamaki #tamaki suoh fluff #tamaki suoh x reader #suoh tamaki x reader #ouran host club x reader #ouran highschool host club #ouran host club #ouran tamaki #ouran highschool hostclub fic #ouran high school host club #ouran host club fluff

[kairismess]

no but imagine what the haikyuu boys would be like as hosts in a host club ... (kicking my feet in the air rn) y'all know what's gonna come soon

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fluff #ohshc au #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu fic #haikyuu x gn!reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu x f!reader #haikyuu x female reader #hq #hq x reader #hq x you #hq x y/n #hq x male reader #hq x female reader #hq x gender neutral reader #hq x gn!reader #hq fluff #hq fanfic

[myinterestsvary-writes]

They know each other so well.

They love each other…

It’s a reciprocal relationship. Kyoya right after looks for Tamaki’s mother in France. 😭❤️

Bosom friend: a very close friend you can confide anything in; a best friend

#Kyotama #❤️❤️❤️❤️ #TamaKyo #the sports festival reread #I love them #ok I can see how they’re queerplatonic #but I’m still super happy to read them as just queer 😭 #thinking about how haru and kyo are so alike…I’m just saying that if Tamaki was gay omg #I really really need to write a spicy Kyotama fic soon #I want to finish my th fics they’re so annoying and complicated and het #ohshc #ouran high school host club #ouran manga #ouran spoilers #ohshc spoilers #kyoya ootori #Tamaki suoh

[marimbles]

Good grief why is half the tamaharu tag on ao3 about her cheating on him or them breaking up 😭😭 girl what am i supposed to EAT

#ohshc #tamaharu #mine #😭 did not expect the pickings so be so slim #weeding thru all the fics where the main ship is some host member x reader and tamaharu is just like there #and all the ones where she’s actually in love with kaoru or kyoya #where are the snacks for Me…… #this is the main ship of the story I feel like it should be this hard to find stuff where their relationship is #a) the focus and b) shown in a positive light? hdjsks #well. *rolls up sleeves* #guess I’ll have to do it myself

[ohgollythatsuh]

my favourite kyokao trope is where kaoru has been hitting on kyoya for months and kyoya kind of reciprocates but he’s kind of giving mixed signals so kaoru is all upset like “ugh he doesn’t love me :(.” but then the confession scene happens and kyoya’s like “yeah I’ve been in love with you for like years probs” and kaoru’s like “what.”

#kyokao #so many fics do this #and I eat it up every time #I am a FIRM believer of kyoya falling first #ohshc #ouran host club #kaoru hitachiin #kyoya ootori #ouran high school host club

[kisskiss--fallinlove]

⋆ Taken Care Of ⋆

KYOYA X TAMAKI

Sickfic, you know the drill. Kyoya wakes up feeling on the verge of death (he has a minor illness), Tamaki insists on taking care of him. Set in the future when they’re both adults with jobs, no specific age, marital status or job clarification so go crazy with your headcanons I guess.

WARNINGS: The illness is unspecified but similar to the flu I guess, if you require specifics. I don’t think an emeto warning is necessary, there’s no vomit but possible slight reference to it?? Pretty easy to miss if that kind of thing doesn’t bother you, but I thought I should still mention it just in case. Pretty vague about sickness overall to be honest.

WORD COUNT: 1340

WILL BE POSTED ON Ao3 AND WATTPAD AT A LATER DATE AND EDITED AT THAT TIME WITH LINKS. THANKS FOR YOUR SUPPORT!!

Kyoya felt awful.

From the second he awoke he was hit with a searing pain in his forehead, which, as he discovered when bringing up a hand to grasp it in a futile attempt to calm the aching, was drenched with sweat. He nestled down into his blankets for a second, allowing himself a moment's relief before he got up to face the day. As terrible as he felt, and as much as he detested waking up this early, he simply couldn't be late for work. The very thought of leaving his bed was daunting — he was already far from being an early riser, but the condition he was in wasn't helping with that in the slightest. Still, he mused with a soft groan, if he didn't get up now he wasn't sure he ever would.

Reluctantly, Kyoya swung his legs out of bed and stood up — only to immediately stumble back onto the bed, vision blurred and stomach lurching. This movement seemed to wake up Tamaki, who stirred beside him with a confused "mrph?"

"Go back to sleep, Tamaki, you don't have to be up yet," Kyoya attempted to assure him, surprised at the raspy voice in which his words were spoken. He didn’t understand. He'd been fine last night, if a little more drowsy than usual, but now the very act of speaking felt akin to swallowing sandpaper.

Tamaki, ever-compassionate and caring for his partner's wellbeing, very annoyingly ignored him. "Kyo, are you okay?" He sat up, rubbing his eyes before looking worriedly at his partner. "You don't sound too well."

"I'll be fine," Kyoya insisted weakly. He tried once more to stand up, but every fibre of his body seemed intent on pulling him back down. "Just ... give me a second."

"You look terrible," Tamaki continued, lifting a hand to press against Kyoya's face. Kyoya couldn’t resist leaning in to the touch. "You feel terrible. You're boiling!"

"It's fine. I don't even feel too warm," Kyoya said, thinking it best to leave out the perhaps more concerning detail that he was, in fact, shivering.

Tamaki removed his hand to instead wrap his arms around Kyoya’s waist, gently yet firmly tugging him further into the bed. "Please come back to bed, mon amour. You can't go to work in this state!"

Kyoya considered it. It wouldn't be right to infect anyone else, he supposed — and he really did just want to crawl back into bed for all eternity (or, until he felt a little bit better at the very least).

"Maybe I should," he finally admitted with a sigh. He climbed back under the covers, practically melting into the comfort of his still-warm pillow as the mattress — Kyoya still had no idea as to how Tamaki had acquired one quite so soft — caressed his aching limbs.

"Good, because I'm not letting you leave this house — no, this bed — until you're better."

"Is that so?" Kyoya responded dryly. He rolled his tired eyes at Tamaki's dramatic declaration, before allowing them to flutter shut once more.

He'd surprised himself, giving in so easily like that. He ought to go back on his decision and find a way to get his work done regardless. He'd worked through illnesses before; it was just what he'd been raised to do, he supposed. But things had been different since Tamaki entered his life — Tamaki would practically force Kyoya to take breaks ever since they were younger, even when he wasn't ill. He didn't quite understand that, and wrote it off as some overprotective nature Tamaki had developed from his own upbringing while caring for his sick mother — but it did help him. Kyoya would feel better after spending time with Tamaki even when he hadn't realised he’d previously been feeling badly at all. On a similar note, Tamaki had filled a gap in Kyoya's life he hadn't known had been there to begin with, so he supposed that was just the effect Tamaki had. Now, he vaguely felt the man in question press a soft kiss to his forehead, the rest of his surroundings an incomprehensible haze as he drifted (quite without meaning to) into slumber.

Kyoya hadn't the slightest idea of how long he'd been asleep, but when he awoke he felt the most well-rested he'd been for perhaps as long as he could remember.

The door creaked open, startling Kyoya. Shouldn't Tamaki be at work by now? What time was it, even?

"I’m sorry, I didn't mean to wake you!" Tamaki whisper-yelled, as though the act of lowering his voice would magically send Kyoya right back to sleep.

"It's fine, I was already —" Kyoya began, then, remembering why he's been so startled in the first place, deflected with, "forget that. What are you doing here?"

"Hm? I live here, silly." Tamaki walked further into the room, revealing to Kyoya a tray he was balancing in his hands. Kyoya was now propped up onto his elbows, looking inquisitively at his partner.

"You're meant to be at work." Shit. Work. He'd completely forgotten in his exhaustion to inform them of his absence.

"I already told them I'm not coming in today," said Tamaki. He must have noticed Kyoya's panicked expression, because he added, "I did the same for you too."

Kyoya frowned. Tamaki seemed fine, particularly given the lack of the dramatics that usually accompanied any illness Tamaki subtracted. "You're not sick as well, are you?"

"No! I just want to take care of you."

That was what Kyoya had feared. "I can take care of myself," he told him with an exasperated sigh. "There's no reason for us both to miss work. I didn't even want to in the first place."

Tamaki let out a fond laugh. "You don't have to be so independent, mon cheri. I'm sure you can take care of yourself, but I want to be here to help. It won't hurt to let yourself be taken care of for once!" He sat beside Kyoya; gingerly, so as not to send the contents of the tray flying. "Now, are you hungry? I thought it best not to bring anything else unless you wanted it, I know how funny you get with food when you're unwell, but I'll make you anything you want. Drinks included — but have some water first, okay?"

As Tamaki continued his ramblings, Kyoya looked properly at the tray for the first time. It was one of the nicer ones they owned; lilac and white china, emblazoned with a beautiful rose pattern. It may well have been Kyoya's favourite, if he were to choose one. Set upon it was a jug of water beside a tall, ice-filled glass, as well as a miniature vase which proudly displayed a singular violet rose. Kyoya smiled despite himself. Trust Tamaki to go all out, even for something so simple as preparing a glass of water.

"You'll have to go back to work tomorrow," Kyoya said, pouring himself some water as instructed. It wasn't as though either of them desperately needed to be in work — they quite obviously had more than enough money to get by — it was the principle of missing work that unnerved Kyoya so.

"It's almost like you don't want me here," Tamaki chuckled.

Kyoya raised an eyebrow, not indulging Tamaki's joke, though he couldn’t help but to inwardly remark on just how untrue it was. "I just don't want you skipping work for no good reason.”

"You're a good reason," Tamaki said, his voice earnest as he handed Kyoya the now-full glass. "I want to be here for you whenever you need me."

Kyoya didn't know how to respond to that (Tamaki could find a way to make anything a grand declaration of love, and though Kyoya loved the fool right back all the more for it, those moments never failed to catch him off guard), so he took the glass in one hand, and Tamaki's free hand in the other.

Tamaki was most certainly going to be in work tomorrow, even if Kyoya had to drag him there himself. But for now he was too tired to argue, so he decided, for once, to let himself be taken care of.

#still getting used to writing these characters sorry guys #I have become cringe and included nicknames in a language I do not speak in my fic lord help me #jk I was already cringe #and it fits with canon guys trust pls #no beta we die like my confidence for sharing my writings with others #I did proof read it myself so many times I am now sick of the sight of it though #I’m so scared to start posting fanfic again so be nice pls and ty #it was my new year resolution to post at least a fic a month and it’s jan 31st and. nothing #and I’ll be damned if I fail at a resolution on the FIRST MONTH of the year #TAGS: #ohshc #ouran high school host club #ouran host club #tamaki suoh #kyoya ootori #kyotama #kyoya x tamaki #tamakyo #tamaki x kyoya #sickfic #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #?? #established relationship #au #oneshot