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ohshcscenerios · 4 years

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HIKARU X HARUHI IF THEY GET HURT THEIR SOULMATE FEELS IT thank you this AU absolutely kills me

“Haruhi-kun, may I serve this cake?” A young guest timidly asked, holding a small plated cake in her hands. She offered the treat to Haruhi with a shy smile.

Haruhi returned her smile and gratefully accepted the gift. “Thank you, Mani-san. I will enjoy this after club hours.” She didn’t like to eat in front of her guests and tried to save her gifts and the leftover club treats for after their guests left. By then she wouldn’t feel shy to enjoy the food.

She set the cake aside on the table and returned to entertaining her guests with stories of her commoner life and a few silly adventures with her friends. Her guests loved listening to her speak and she didn’t mind talking as much as she did. Her table was one of the few that were fairly quiet.

Soon their hour was up and the guests reluctantly gathered their things and left. The twins happily closed the doors and sighed in relief, glad to finally drop their tiring facade.

That day proved difficult for the devilish pair because they had promised their guests a game of charades. The two did their best in making their guests laugh while having fun themselves but in the end it left them physically exhausted.

“Haru-chan, you got another cake today! It sure looks delicious.” Mitsukuni commented gleefully as he hopped onto her couch.

“Yeah, it looks good but pistachio isn’t my favorite flavor. Do you want half of it?” She already knew what his answer would be. The immediate shine in his eyes told her his answer.

She chuckled and reached for a small cake knife on her dessert tray. Just as she touched it Mitsukuni sneezed, causing her hand to jerk to the side.

“Ouch.” She muttered as she drew her hand back. A tiny bead of blood appeared on her index finger. Haruhi sighed and dabbed her finger with a clean napkin.

From across the room she overheard Kaoru stammering, “Hikaru, why are you bleeding? What did you hit your hand on?”

“I don’t know,” Hikaru confessed, “but it doesn’t hurt. Don’t worry about it.” He licked his finger clean and wiped it on his pant leg.

“That’s weird,” Mitsukuni said thoughtfully, “I didn’t see him hurting his hand.” He looked back to Haruhi and watched her treat her small wound with a few more dabs.

Suddenly his eyes grew wide in realization. He looked back to Hikaru and smiled, wondering if he should tell their oblivious maiden the truth.

#ouran high school host club #hikaru hitachiin #haruhi fujioka #ohshc scenerios #prompt list #soulmate au

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yandere-daydreams · 5 years

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Kyoya's darling trying to rebel agenst him so they dye their hair an unnatural color and expect him to lose his shit but instead he's intrigued

Honestly, I kinda live for Darling just *desperately* trying to infuriate their Yandere. It should be considered an extreme sport, if only due to the stress.

Kyoya was nothing if not patient. Even if you hated him, you had to give him that.

Regardless of what you did, he would never do so much as raise his voice at you, let alone actually inflict a real lesson. When you screamed and fought, he’d just shake his head, leaving the room and only coming back when your throat was too raw to combat his compliments and praises. If you attempted to escape, picking the deadbolt on your door or breaking the only window he’d been generous enough to give you, you’d simply be dragged back to your bed, handcuffed to the headboard while Kyoya fussed and fretted. You could insult him, berate him and withhold all the affection he didn’t force out of you, but the most satisfaction he’d give you was a disapproving shake of his head or a warning side-glance, implying a threat you knew he’d never go through with.

That’s where the hair-dye came in, three bottles of bluest, most permant substance you could find, half a bottle of bleach, and two packets of developer. It’d taken three weeks of befriending and begging the house’s small staff (all sympathetic to your case, but too reliant on Kyoya’s payroll to actually help), but you were thankful for their small act of charity. You were meticulous with your efforts, bleaching your hair half-to-death before covering every strand with chemicals so strong they made your eyes water, but the excursion was worth it, even with your fingertips and neck both stained and burning.

Saying you were ‘proud’ would’ve been an understatement, your smugness more than visible as the door to your room swung open, Kyoya returning from whatever business trip or meeting he’d been preoccupied with today. He knocked, like he always did, but didn’t wait for a response before stepping in, freezing as soon as he saw his precious, lovely prisoner. You waved, smiling so sweetly, motioning for him to come closer. “It’s pretty, isn’t it? I thought you’d really like it,” You started, drawing out every other word, practically purring as his eyes scanned helplessly over the vibrant color. “I think I’m going to keep it this way. You don’t have a problem with that, right?”

He was silent, for a moment, just looking over you, evaluating you, examining you. It was a gaze you’d gotten used to, but that didn’t make it comfortable. Still, you fought not to shift, watch him as intently as he watched you. Slowly, he took another step towards you, bringing up a hand to smooth over frayed edges.

Then, he smiled.

“It’s beautiful, love,” He replied, as casual as he always was. You hardly felt the kiss he pushed into your cheek, or the nails soon raking over your scalp. No, he couldn’t like this, he wasn’t supposed to like this. He’s always loved your hair, you knew he loved your hair, so he shouldn’t… he couldn’t like this. A soft chuckle drew you out of your thoughts, Kyoya’s grin cutting into you deeper than any knife ever could. “Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve helped out, if you needed it.”

You shook your head, trying to say something but utterly failing, the words catching in your throat and choking you. Nails were digging into your thighs before you realized what you were doing, your shoulders remaining rigid, even after you told yourself to relax. “I… Are you sure you’re not mad? Not even a little?” The question was meek, more of a plea than something genuine. When his smile only grew softer, you felt yourself wince. “I wouldn’t blame you, if you wanted me to… please-”

Your voice hitched, lips pulled into a shakey line as you fought not to break down. Kyoya, with slight hesitation, moved to sit next to you, holding your shoulders as you wiped at your eyes, forcing yourself not to speak. Tears were falling, by the time he pulled you closer, cradling your head. Weakly, you tried to push yourself away, only letting out a soft, pathetic whine. “Stop it, Ootori, please, just… stop it.”

He hummed, his voice more curious than bothered. “What do you mean, (Y/n)?”

“You’re being so nice, and you kidnapped me.” Another whine broke, and you forced your face further into his shirt, clinging to the fabric. It was painful to be so weak, to cry over him not being angry, but… you didn’t know what else to do. “Why? Why can’t you just be strict, or yell at me, or give me a reason to hate you? Stop making me wait for you to fucking snap.”

Again, Kyoya paused, only wrapping his arms around you, sheltering your form. You didn’t want him to, almost craving a hint of discipline, but you didn’t think he cared about what you wanted, at this point. “I won’t hurt you, I think I’ve made that clear,” He started, as calm and as measured as ever, like this was just another part of the ‘courting’ process. “I love you, and you know that. A little misbehavior isn’t going to change that.”

You denied it, crying out and curling into yourself, but there wasn’t anything you could do, not really. Not when Kyoya was holding you so gently, mumbling sweet nothing and being so… loving.

But, you didn’t know what you’d expected. He loved you, even if he seemed oblivious to how miserable that made you.

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ohshcscenerios · 4 years

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Classic Trope Prompt List

The winner of the previous poll is the Classic Trope Prompt List! I’m hoping and praying this prompt list is more successful and fun than the last prompt list. I’m a little hesitant in starting a new prompt list because I really don’t want this one to fail too but we’ll never know until we try!

Also, let me know if you’d like to do this same prompt list for the NSFW blog.

To request a prompt: Send me an ask with either a pairing or three characters and classic trope. All pairing asks suggesting incest either through blood or marriage will be deleted.

Note: I left out a few classic tropes like ‘enemies to lovers’ and ‘reincarnation’ because they can’t be written in a one shot. So if you see some missing they were left out on purpose.

Hosts/Characters:

Tamaki

Kyoya

Haruhi

Hikaru

Kaoru

Takashi

Mitsukuni

Reiko

Renge

Ritsu

Umehito

Satoshi

Yasuchika

Classic Tropes:

Aged Up

College AU

Bodyswap

Fake Dating

Secret Relationship

Coffee Shop

Love with Bodyguard

Christmas

Apocalyptic

Secret Love Child

Highschool Reunion

#ouran high school host club #ohshc blog #ohshc scenerios #prompt list #tamaki suoh #Kyoya Ootori #haruhi fujioka #hikaru hitachiin #kaoru hitachiin #takashi morinozuka #mitsukuni haninozuka #reiko #Renge Houshakuji #ritsu kasanoda #umehito nekozawa #fanfiction #tropes #classic tropes

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ohshcscenerios · 4 years

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Haruhi and Arai for 7? (I wonder about these two, what might have been...)

“Good morning,” a masculine voice called from the front door, “I’m delivering your order of tomato and squash.”

Misuzu greeted the young man with an exuberant smile and gratefully accepted the cardboard box. Haruhi and her friends didn’t pay the young man much mind until Misuzu called for Haruhi over his shoulder.

“Haruhi, can you please take this to the kitchen?” He asked cheerfully as she approached with her friends following close behind.

The box was a little heavier than it looked and it almost flopped out of her arms. When she found her balance and secured a tight grip she turned back to Misuzu and asked,“Yeah sure, should I put them by the -”

“Haruhi?”

Five heads turned towards the young man who apparently hadn’t left yet. He stood before them in common work clothes and an apron loosely tied around his waist.

Haruhi’s eyes widened when she recognized the man in front of her. “Arai?”

“Haruhi you know this guy?” Hikaru suspiciously whispered beside her. He narrowed his eyes at the moderately tall brunette man. He was plain looking; not ugly but also not exceptional. He seemed to be another face in the crowd - but not to Haruhi.

“We went to middle school together.” Arai answered, still transfixed on Haruhi.

“I didn’t ask you.” Hikaru huffed with his arms crossed.

“Arai...” Haruhi said softly.

Hikaru looked to her in annoyance, angry that her attention was on someone else, but his anger fell when he noticed her widened eyes glimmering. She twisted her left wrist enough to see the first three letters written on her skin. Hikaru peaked over her shoulder and nearly gasped when he saw it too.

“Why is his name on your wrist?” He asked regretfully, dreading her answer. Everyone had two names tattooed on their wrists after their fifteenth birthday; one who will be their soulmate and the other who will be there eternal nemesis. The laws of fate aren’t always fair because one wouldn’t know which is which until the other exposed themselves as such.

“He’s my soulmate.” She whispered, more to herself than to him.

Hikaru resisted the urge to react harshly and help his tongue for a moment, collecting himself before speaking again. “How do you know he’s not your nemesis?” He asked carefully.

“Ayanokoji was my nemesis,” she answered quietly, twisting her right wrist beneath the box for Hikaru to see, “Which means Arai is my soulmate.”

“And you’re mine.” Arai said, holding up his right wrist for her to see her name tattooed on his skin.

#ouran high school host club #ohshc scenerios #haruhi fujioka #arai #soulmate au #prompt list #i loved this prompt so much

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yandere-daydreams · 4 years

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A commission for the truely lovely @99shadowcat99. It’s been a while since I’ve written for Ouran High School Host Club, especially in a Yandereverse!AU, but I may’ve watched the entire season again, after finishing this up.

Word Count: 1.1k

TW: Mentions of Kidnapping and Delusional Mindsets (Both Minor)

“They’re swarming her.”

“Do you think we can kick out a few of her guests next time, Mori-chan?”

“...that would be best.”

“I don’t like the way they’re looking at Haruhi.”

“Oh, God, they’re touching her, too.”

“Fucking vultures.”

It was a slow hour in the Host Club, on a day that never saw very many visitors, at that. Still, the girls that’d come to see Haruhi were always persistent, always determined to spend a few minutes with the only Darling Host, her table continuously full despite the otherwise empty room. As much as most would trip over themselves for a charming Obsessive or two Possessives insistent on showering their temporary-partners in threats, the rarity of… everything Haruhi was seemed to be too precious to pass up. She seemed to enjoy the attention, at least, her laughter loud enough to be heard on the other side of the school, as Hikaru had frustratedly voiced earlier.

Unfortunately, the other Hosts didn’t seem to share in her joy.

“I just don’t understand why we can’t join them,” Tamaki huffed, throwing his hands up dramatically. He’d been the most upset about being segregated to one of the back corners, left to sprawl over a love-seat and force Kyoya to lean over the couch behind him, if only so he could better emphasize his defeat. “Look, they’re probably just trying to waste our time. I think once we make it clear that we aren’t mad, they’ll get the message.”

“The only message is that you’re a jealous mess.” Kyoya quipped, shifting rigidly. His feelings on the subject weren’t particularly pleasant, but he’d always taken these kinds of things far better than Tamaki. Not that such a feat should be considered an accomplishment. “They’re all very important, very wealthy members, and they’re entitled to their favorite Host. That is, unless you want to compensate the club for their funds?”

Tamaki huffed, letting his arm fall over his eyes. “It’s not my fault that they’re all so blind. It shouldn’t be difficult to tell that Haruhi’s already taken-”

“You trying to say something, Suoh?” Hikaru cut in, finally glancing up from the hand-held he’d been occupying himself with. He and the remaining Hosts had squeezed themselves onto the remaining sofa, despite the other chairs and pieces of furniture littered around the small space remaining empty. Still, Hikaru didn’t attempt to move his legs out of his brother’s lap, Honey insisting on melting into Mori’s side, despite having an entire third of the couch to himself. He perked up at the mention of Haruhi, though, letting his attention fall away from the device to better glare at the blonde across from him. “Because if you think some Obsessive idiot is going to claim anyone, you must be dumber than you look.” He paused, making a point of going back to his game rather than indulging Tamaki. “Haruhi’s not yours. You should know better than anyone that we’re already together, she just… hasn’t figured it out yet. And I haven’t gotten around to telling her, yet.”

Kaoru sighed, flicking Hikaru’s forehead lightly and ignoring the muttered ‘harder daddy’ that followed. “You’re acting Delusional again, we had a talk about this,” Kaoru started, a frown pulling at the corners of his lips. It was bad enough that they were separated by the severity of their… tendencies, but Kaoru doubted they’d even have half the same classes if administration realized just how questionable Hikaru’s hold on reality was. Luckily, the amount of times he’d gotten physical with the touchier members of Kaoru’s following seemed to dissuade anyone from taking another look at their classifications. But, the idea of him entering another relationship (a romantic one, at that) threatened the delicate, fragile balance Kaoru’d maintained for years.

He didn’t think he liked that threat, if he was being honest with himself.

Kaoru glanced over his shoulder absentmindedly, flinching when he saw how vibrant her smile was, his heart only beating faster when his gaze shifted to the other girls at their table. None of them noticed, all focused on something that didn’t belong to them.

Kaoru decided he didn’t like the idea of anyone threatening his relationship with Haruhi, either.

“If one of you is going to pursue Haruhi, you better do it soon,” Kaoru sighed, leaning into his seat. His own sentiments could be pushed aside, for the time being. “She seems to like the other Darlings… it’d be a real shame if she wasn’t as interested in a Yandere as you’re assuming.”

“They’re such sentimental creatures... how can you expect her to resist all that attention?” Tamaki waned, ever the romantic, pushing himself into a sitting position as he whined. Kyoya hardly managed to move quickly enough to avoid his gestures, slamming his hands down firmly onto Tamaki’s shoulders once the blonde was upright. Tamaki slouched at the interference, pouting like a child denied their favorite treat. “Right, Kyoya, I need to do something about this. Another confession should work, or a grand gesture! Or I could-”

“You could kidnap her,” Honey said, his tone still as drawn-out and as childish as it always was. If he realized what he was saying, he didn’t show it, humming obliviously as the other Hosts’ heads snapped towards him. Such a thing wasn’t unheard of, hell, it wasn’t even uncommon. Half of the school was convinced Nekozawa had a girl locked up in that pitch-black club room, but the topic of a ‘final resort’ was never brought up verbally, not in the Host Club.

Not when Haruhi was in the room, especially.

Mori elbowed his companion’s side, mumbling something the rest of the group couldn’t hear, but the scowl ghosting over his features gave him away, whether or not he spoke. Honey only shrugged, clinging onto Osa-chan a little tighter as he went on. “What? Everyone was thinking it, and I know all of you want to. Hika-chan and Tama-chan won’t have to argue if they have time to work this out.” He paused, averting his gaze, letting his eyes fall to the floor before continuing. “Besides, she’s been stressed out, lately. A break will be good for her, as long as you let her friends visit.”

Glances were exchanged, quiet apologies passed from mouth to mouth, but the conversation ground to a halt unceremoniously. No one said a word, the silence tense, awkward, but the stifling atmosphere was broken by a series of farewells, the Music Room’s door opening briefly before it shut, Haruhi still smiling as she leaned against it. Of course, Tamaki was on her in a moment, fussing over his favorite Darling and the twins trailing shortly after, their snide remarks noticeably absent.

No one was going to say it, much less discuss it, but the idea was already planted. A weed of something evil, rooting its way into their minds, even if it had yet to sprout for some.

But, plans were already well into bloom for others.

The only variable would be how long each Host could stay patient.

#yandere #yandere love #yandere oneshot #yandere drabble #yandere prompt #yandere scenerio #yandere imagines #commission #Commision #writing commission #comission #writing comission #yandere comission #ouran high school host club #ouran high school host club imagines #yandere ouran high school host club #ohshc imagines #yandere ohshc #yandere ohshc imagines

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yandere-daydreams · 5 years

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OMG requests are open thank you!!! Can I request a yandere emperor Kyoya or Tamaki from OHSHC developing an affection for one of the women in his harem? I've got kind of a weakness for them and there's never any content....

So I decided against the ‘sex route’ of harems, but I hope my interpretation is still acceptable. Honestly, it took most of my self-control not to spend the entirety of this drabble describing all the jewelry Tamaki would wear.

Everyone in your sector of the palace was talented. Some could twist their bodies into knots and still manage to bear a calm smile, others could dance and twirl in patterns that made your legs hurt just from watching. One had the voice of an angel, and another could spout poetry for hours without taking a single breath. They were all loud, vibrant, beautiful. In comparison, you were much more… quiet.

You were good with words, which might’ve been the only reason you’d gotten yourself such a comfortable position. Some people called you a conversationalist, while others were less kind with their labels. You’d learned when to laugh, when to tell a joke, when to just sit and listen regardless of how little you actually cared. You wouldn’t have called it a talent, but people liked you. After a while, you realized that was all that mattered.

Tamaki, in specific, seemed to take a shine to your ‘charm’. Maybe he’d gotten bored of being surrounded by pretty, glittering people, because soon, you found yourself sitting on the arm of his thrown, recounting the more light-hearted stories you had to tell. You didn’t mind. The soon-to-be Emperor was always… generous with his favorites, and appreciated having jewels around your neck more often than not.

You didn’t mind when he started calling for you before he slept, asking you to talk to him for hours on end before the sun rose. You didn’t care when he started pulling you into his lap, running his hands through your hair and telling you about more personal issues, ones you didn’t want to hear. You let Tamaki tell you to stop spending time with your friends during your free-hours, and just to come see him if you ever got lonely. It was your job, and you were good at it. Regardless of how clingy your clientele could be.

It took Tamaki’s head in his lap, his lips pressing against the exposed skin on your stomach, to realize that you had a limit. Gently, you put your hands on his shoulders, pushing him away with as little resistance as you could manage. “Please, Your Majesty, you’re not thinking clearly. I’ll be put out on the streets if you go any further.”

“No, you won’t,” Tamaki mumbled, smiling into your skin. He pushed himself up slowly, draping his arms around your neck as soon as he had the opportunity. It would’ve been sweet, if you hadn’t been more focused on keeping your job. Still, you smiled, cupping his cheek and not pulling away when he leaned into your palm. “You know I’d never let anything happen to you. Keeping you safe is the least I could do.”

“I know, but that’s I’m worried about,” You replied, the headboard suddenly feeling a lot stiffer behind you. You forced out a small chuckle, toying with the ends of his hair. “I’m afraid your advisors will see me as another one of your distractions. Especially if they think I’ve seduced you, or something like that.” You tried to sound sympathetic, innocent. They were an anonymous, unfair system. You were his source of comfort.

Tamaki whined, slumping into your chest dramatically. “But I love you, and I wanna be closer.” You pursed your lips, more relaxed now that he couldn’t see your expressions. You readied yourself to say something pessimistic, albeit sweet, but Tamaki cut you off before you could. “I could have them executed. The first person who moves to take you away from me would be beheaded, to set an example.”

“No!” You regretted yelling as soon as the statement left your mouth, but it was already too late. Tamaki sat up, his eyes wide and his hands back on your arms, grip worryingly tight. “I mean, I don’t want anyone to die because of me, and you’d have to live with yourself afterward. It seems cruel.”

His hold on you softened, but you still held yourself stiffly, expression forcibly kind. “I’ll marry you, then.” Tamaki didn’t speak harshly, or passionately. He acted like this was something both of you had been planning. He was just confirming it. “And then no one will be able to stop me from doing what I want.”

Your throat went dry, a response dying out as quickly as it formed. This time, Tamaki didn’t seem to mind, falling to your side and keeping his arms around your waist. He tugged at your hips, gesturing for you to come closer, and all you could think to do was absent-mindedly obey. You had the feeling that he wouldn’t be letting you move for a while. Tamaki just grinned, ignoring your sudden silence.

“This’ll be perfect, I promise. You wouldn’t still be here if you didn’t love me back.”

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yandere-daydreams · 5 years

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Some Yandere!Kyoya/Reader/Tamaki for the lovely @lunalightmidnight . It’s been too long since I’ve written for these boys, honestly.

Word Count: ~2k

You could hear the door to your room start to unlock before you saw either of your captors. Twelve deadbolts, all lined-up vertically, lightly worn from both your efforts to break them and normal wear-and-tear. You briefly considered getting up and attempting to hide in some dark corner, but one glance around the small, cramped cell freed you of that possibility. Maybe it would’ve been better if you had some closet to lock yourself in, or a window to crawl out of. Instead, the only comfort you had was the small, paper-thin mattress, laid next to the books Tamaki had been kind enough to give you.

Forcing yourself into a corner, you pulled your knees up to your chin, hiding your face the best you could. You could vaguely hear the door crack open, Tamaki and Kyoya stepping inside, but stopping before they reached you. You knew they were whispering, but neither of them had ever been good at that sort of thing.

“...she’s not eating,” Tamaki said quietly, the harshness in his voice still coming through clearly.

Kyoya sighed. You could almost see him rubbing his temples, in only out of habit. “I know, love. I can see as well as you can.”

“Well, what are we going to do?! I swear, if you say-”

“We aren’t going to do anything, and that’s final. Things will work out, you’ll see.”

There were a few seconds of tense silence, before Tamaki huffed, taking a few hesitant steps towards you. A hand ran through your messy hair, smoothing it out. Or trying to, at least. You knew he was kneeling in front of you, that damned smile still spread across his lips, but you didn’t dare to look up. You only shifted when his palm pressed against your cheek, the warm skin a stark contrast against the cold room.

“Hey there, darling. Are you alright?” He asked, almost sweetly. Gently, he tilted your chin up, forcing you to look at him. Both he and Kyoya were still dressed formerly, like they’d just gotten home. Half of you was touched that the first thing they did was come visit you, while the other half wanted to beg them to leave. “Why aren’t you on your bed? Is something upsetting you?”

You choked down a sob, trying to keep your voice as neutral as you could. But, acknowledging your situation while maintaining the unfulfilling level of emotion you wanted to display was… difficult, to say the least. “You kidnapped me. I’m never going to be ‘alright’ again.”

Finally, Kyoya stepped forward, putting his hand on the blonde’s shoulder. “I think what he’s trying to say,” Kyoya paused, glaring down at his counterpart. Tamaki took the hint, letting go of you and slotting himself into your side. “Is that we’re trying to make you as comfortable as possible. Is there anything you need, (Y/n)?”

“My family,” You stuttered out, frantically. You’d already tried asking to go outside, to leave your room, to roam around while they weren’t home, but all you’d ever gotten was disappointed stares and a lecture on how you had to be good before you got any privileges. Small things got a response, at least. “Are they looking for me?”

The two exchanged a look, but only for a moment. Tamaki nodded, and Kyoya gave up trying to stand, just sitting in front of you. He took your hand, and for once, you didn’t resist. As long as he told you what you wanted to know, he could do whatever he wanted. “Not exactly… I mean, I wouldn’t call it looking.”

“They filed a missing-person report,” Tamaki added, optimistically.

You pursed your lips, squeezing Kyoya’s hand, coaxing him to continue. He averted his eyes, dropping the empathetic pretense. “They don’t care. But, that doesn’t matter. You’re home now, with us. You shouldn’t have to care about anyone out there.”

At that point, you couldn’t take it anymore. You felt Tamaki wrap an arm around your shoulders as you started to tear up, pulling you closer when you actually started to cry. You didn’t try to push him away, too busy with trying to cover your mouth and retain the growing break-down that you’d been putting off for weeks, now. Kyoya rubbed circles into your back, seeming hesitant to touch you.

But… you were glad they were there. This wasn’t ideal, not in any sense of the word, but you didn’t want to be alone, either.

“You’re getting heavy, (Y/n),” Tamaki laughed, pulling you further onto his lap. Despite the new cot they’d gotten you, he still didn’t like you sitting on something so… lower-class. Whenever Tamaki visited you, your feet never touched the ground. And even when he wasn’t nuzzling into your side, a vast collection of pillows and stuffed animals easily made up for his absence. “Guess this is what sitting around all day gets you. I’ll barely be able to lift you, in a few months.”

You punched him playfully, too light to actually prove anything. It took more self-control than it should’ve to keep from smiling. You missed domestic moments like this, badly. But, you didn’t let yourself fall into the illusion. Your arms are around his neck for support, you told yourself. It would be too much trouble to push him away. Playing along was easier. “Shut up! You don’t get to keep me in the same room all day, then complain about me gaining weight.”

“I could never complain about you,” He purred, bringing up a hand to pinch your cheek. “I’m just observing.”

Kyoya cleared his throat, dragging your attention towards him. The boy was sitting cross-legged next to you, back pressed against the nearest wall. The distance was normal, his affection more reserved than Tamaki’s. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss the feeling of his hands brushing hair out of your face, or the tiny, genuine smiles that just made you feel so special… But, you couldn’t want those things anymore.

You couldn’t want Kyoya anymore, or Tamaki. You weren’t allowed to want any of this.

“So, you’ve been well-behaved, lately.” The words sounded practiced, like he’d been waiting to say them for a long, long time. You didn’t mind. You’d been waiting to hear them for a long time, too. “We’ve had a room for you, one of your own. It would be nice if you could share with us...” He paused, fighting back a few choice words. “But, we’ll live with it.”

“I’m getting my own room,” You mumbled, not bothering to repress your grin. You tried to move forward, already eager for the change. “Does it have windows? Do they open? And a computer?”

Tamaki moved with you, draping himself over your shoulders as you kneeled in front of Koyoa. With his chin propped on your shoulder, the blonde interjected. “I had to convince Mommy that you wouldn’t run away, but there’ll be windows. No laptops, radios, or phones without our supervision, though. We aren’t that dumb.” You felt yourself cringe in disappointment, but there wasn’t much you could do. Not now, anyway. “Besides, there’s nothing but trees around for miles. Why would you want to look at any of that, when you have your loving, handsome partners right here?”

Kyoya nodded in agreement, and you clenched your fists, trying to shrug Tamaki off of you. “There’s a balcony, too. We knew you’d want one.” He slowly reached over, laying his palm over yours. It was a sweet gesture, until you tried to pull away. You forced yourself not to look down as his nails dug into your wrist. Seeing the blood the drew so often would only make not fighting back harder. “But, the cameras are staying. I know you don’t like them, but it’s for your safety.”

“Fine...” You smiled, moving forward and out of Tamaki’s arms, letting him fall. “I won’t complain, as long as I get a twin-sized bed. Nothing bigger.”

“Queen-sized,” Kyoya compromised, finally letting go of your wrist. “You don’t want to see Tamaki cry again, do you? Personally, I don’t think my eardrums would be able to take it.”

Muffled rebuttles came from the blonde, but you just narrowed your eyes. “Twin sized,” You repeated, more sternly. “Or else I’ll start crying, too.”

With an exasperated groan, he relented. Tamaki pouted, find his way back to your waist. You got the feeling that he wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon. “Fine, but I’m getting you a collar.”

“Don’t you mean a choker?”

“No.”

As time passed, you found yourself lingering in the hall between the two bedrooms more often. Running your fingertips along the walls, curling up in the huge bay windows that you might’ve been able to jump through, making conversation with passing maids and butlers… the normal stuff. But, at night, you would trail through the hall, pauseing outside of Kyoya and Tamaki’s door before talking yourself out of knocking. Ultimately, you’d drag yourself back to your bed, berating yourself for ever considering something so desperate as an option.

But, your little ‘method’ got harder to keep up as weeks turned into months, the advances of your captors growing more… accepted, something you’d come to expect whenever they came home. Tamaki’s whines and shameless compliments grew endearing again, like they had been before he went off the deep-end. Kyoya’s gentle, soft gestures were something you started to crave, enough to behave well if a reward was promised.

And worst of all, you started trying to ignore their worse habits. You’d sit quietly and distract yourself while they argued about what you would wear on any given day. You didn’t bother asking to go outside anymore, sympathizing with Tamaki’s ideology of ‘there’s nothing worth seeing unless we’re with you, so there isn’t a point’. You stopped trying to avoid the view of their security cameras, just settling into one of your marked blind-spots whenever you wanted real privacy. Even that only happened once or twice a week, now.

You could feel complacency wrapping its hands around your neck, but there was nothing you could do. Not unless you wanted to get yourself killed, or be locked in that awful, awful room again. You’d tried once, screaming at Tamaki to stop touching you and to let you go, but he’d just frowned, asking if you really wanted to let Kyoya hear you say something like so heartless. After that, you’d stopped forcing yourself to be mad at them. It just wasn’t worth the effort, not for the response you got.

It was a dark, stormy night when you finally broke. The rain wasn’t loud, but the constant noise was enough to keep you awake, enough to keep you uneasy. Suddenly, the room you thought you’d gotten used to was too big, too open, too empty. Without thinking, you swung your legs over the side of your bed, standing as soon as your feet hit the ground. It took three minutes to find their door in the darkness, and four more to convince yourself to open it. As you slipped through the narrow entrance, Tamaki stirred, sitting up completely by the time you found your way to his bedside.

“I… the rain kept me up,” You lied, rubbing the back of your neck. Tamaki eyed you suspiciously, but luckily, kept his mouth shut. “Your room is practically in the center of... wherever we are, so I thought it would be quieter.”

He reached down, tilting your chin back up to face him. He was smiling sleepily, still blinking the sleep out of his eyes. “You know you don’t have to lie to me, darling. Everyone gets lonely.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but he shushed you, taking your hand in his, guiding you onto the bed and next to him. The sheets were soft, silkier and more comfortable than yours. Between them, the house seemed warmer, safer. More sheltered than it had been since your arrival. “I’m not lonely,” You whispered, firmly. “I just can’t sleep. There’s nothing else going on.”

“Sure, (Y/n), whatever you say.” With that, he laid back down, fingers tracing your face as you followed his lead. After a few seconds, you felt Kyoya lay an arm over your waist, pulling you into his chest and cuddling into your neck. “Finally,” the boy mumbled, his closeness already filling you with comfort. “I was starting to think we’d have to drag you here.”

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Requests are open yaaay!!!! If it wouldn't be any trouble, could you do a yandere Kyoya from OHSHC kidnapping a commoner classmate???

Kyoya would absolutely spoil his Darling, but with a commoner… I feel like he *might* go a little overboard.

You sighed, curling further into the sheets, duvets, and pillows that surrounded you. The room outside of your self-made den was cold, despite its ornate decorations and many, many distractions you captor had brought to ‘take your mind off’ your current situation. But, you didn’t care about any of them. All you wanted to be was warm and safe, if the latter was still an option.

The bruises on your arms still ached, bloody knuckles and bitten-down fingernails only just now starting to heal. You tried not to think about those kinds of things so often anymore, much to Kyoya’s relief. Since the first day you got here (wherever ‘here’ was), he always said it would be better, easier, if you just acted normally. Greet him when he came to see you, take whatever pills or vitamins he left for you, stop asking about your friends and family every day, completely dismiss the world outside of your four walls. The fact that you’d woken up in a completely white room, with only a tiny cot and a small bathroom to keep you from going insane, didn’t make you… delighted to comply, to say the least.

You fought back at first, screaming for hours and trying to run whenever he wanted to spend time with you, but you suppressed those urges now. Kyoya had made sure of that. The punishments for your ‘misbehavoirs’ were always harsh, always indirect. You couldn’t hate Kyoya, he never actually touched you, not enough to stop yourself from clinging to him after his ‘bodyguards’ paid you a visit. In the end, fighting back was ultimately useless. Even something as pointless as trying to sleep the day away would’ve been a better use of your time.

The many locks on your bedroom door started to unbolt, drawing you away from your pile of sheets. Kyoya was coming home, finally. You didn’t attempt to wake yourself up, just letting him approach you, falling next to your covered form and resting a hand on your back. “Enjoying your new bedroom, honey?”

You groaned, sleepily, sitting up and pushing the blankets away. “I’m glad there aren’t any chains in this one,” You mumbled, keeping your eyes focused on the bed in front of you. Kyoya lets out a soft laugh, and you went tense. “This one is permanent, right? I can’t go back to the other room, it’s just… I can’t go back.”

“And you won’t have to.” A short kiss was pressed into your shoulder, Kyoya’s arm wrapping around you. It was a gentle intimacy, the kind you’d desperately missed. You couldn’t stop yourself from leaning into him, closing your eyes. As if that would make you feel any less guilty. “As long as you behave, both of us will be happy. Doesn’t that sound fantastic?”

You nodded, melting into him. If you played along, you’d be safe, and as happy as you could be. Things would be better this way.

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