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Hostess| Kyoya Ootori x reader

Part eight - Operation : Make her happy

Pairing : Kyoya Ootori x reader

General rating : Fluff, enemies to love vibes

Word count : 5k

Summary: As only heir to your family you are bound to an arranged marriage with the third son of the powerful house Ootori. His cold behavior is only a mask for you to uncover when you stumble into music room number three.

This weekend, Haruhi and her father invited you to spend some time over their house because Haruhi needs more girl friends and experience sleep overs and such. You laughed at how bold and funny the two of them are and agreed, besides it’s not like you were busy. After quitting the Host Club a day ago and being in your feelings, you finished your homework and were too drained to want to practice any instruments or read anything. A friend would be better than anything else, right now that’s what you need.

“And so, they kind of kidnapped me to be in the Zuka Club.” Haruhi finishes her story and you laugh. You were both sitting at the table drinking coffee while still in pajamas.

“They do that often, don’t worry about it, they won’t press you if you say no.” You drink another sip of instant coffee and remind yourself to keep it together, because to this day, you still laugh that the boys at the club had no clue that this liquid gold existed before Haruhi arrived.

“I have to do some shopping today, I’ve grown out of a few shirts and I wanted to go get some new ones?”

“I’d love to come shopping with you! We can even bring your dad!” Your eyes were sparkling with joy, it’s the first time since you’ve made new friends you were going to shop with them. “If you’re interested, I can take both of your sizes and ask my mom for designer clothes.”

“That’s very kind of you, but we don’t do designer clothes.” She politely declines your offer. Shoot! Of course you went a bit too far, after all, Haruhi is a commoner and doesn’t care to have the fanciest of shirts.

“Speak for yourself!” Her father barges in the room and proceeds in deep details both of their sizes and and favorite colors. You took some notes before discreetly sending this info to your mom’s secretary even if you had promised Haruhi she won’t get anything.

“Hey, did you really quit the club?”

You didn’t even hesitate to lie, you just blurred out the truth to her. “Yeah… I just made a fool of myself and I don’t think it would be appropriate to come back after what happened.”

“I liked having you around, it was refreshing. Kyoya was on someone else’s back.” She jokes and you nudge her with your elbow. “Mori told Kyoya that he was a jerk and Tamaki had a meltdown after you left.”

“I bet they did.” You chuckle.

“None of us are angry with you, I promise, but I won’t force you to come back if you don’t want to.” How you wanted her to force you into going back. “Anyways. I don’t know if you need anything, it’s not as fancy as your mother’s couture, but feel free to shop around too.”

“I was planning to.” You smile. “Unlike Tamaki, I’m not awkward around “commoners”.” You try your best to imitate your friend and she laughs.

She scrunches her nose and smiles. “He does that often doesn’t he?”

“It’s part of his charm.” You add.

After an eternity in a local shop, Haruhi finally chose the three shirts she wanted. You, on the other hand, only picked out three bracelets, one for you, for Haruhi and Renge… Your two best friends. The one for Renge has large pink quartz beads, Haruhi’s are small red beads and yours has small lavender beads.

Haruhi was pulling a few dollars out of her wallet, but you stopped her giving the cashier your card instead.

“If that’s alright with you, I’d like to pay for the expenses of today. You’ve only been kind and patient with me since we met. As a friend I would like to return the favor by paying for your purchases.” Your voice was noble and full of good intentions.

She scoffs in shock. “I can’t accept it.”

“It would be a pleasure, plus you’ve fed me and sheltered me this weekend as your own sister.” She clearly wasn’t taking your bluff anymore.

“You’re really not going to let it go, huh?” Haruhi asks, a bit annoyed, and you shake your head.

“I’ll even make you feel guilty if I talk long enough.” You joke and she giggles. She finally agreed and soon, you were on your way to her home.

As you approached the building, you saw a black Mercedes parked in front of Haruhi’s home… It had to be the Host Club, who else would bother Haruhi on a weekend like this? You didn’t really want to see them today, especially after you made up your mind on giving back the uniform tomorrow after club activities. You were too much of a coward to face them now, you wouldn’t be able to do so the day after.

“I have to go home, I forgot my French homework is due tomorrow.” You tried to lie hoping Haruhi wouldn’t see right through it.

“Aren’t you fluent in french?” She asked.

“Fluent or not, I still have to do it!” Right now she reminded you of Mauri with her cold stare.

“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow then.” She smiled and you were thankful she believed in your lie.

“Haru! Y/n!” Honey’s voice rang like thunder in your ears as he called the both of you. You clenched your jaw tightly before spinning around and met him with a bright smile. “We came to see you.” The rest of the group finally noticed their fellow member had left and joined you three.

“Well, it’ll have to just be me, y/n has a French homework due tomorrow.” Haruhi smiles at Honey.

“The homework is for next week, silly.” Tamaki snorted and you wanted to disappear. A soft chuckle echoes to the back of the group and you glared at Kyoya’s shit eating grin.

You crossed your arms over your chest as you glared at Kyoya. “What are you laughing at, clownfish?”

“Your poor attempt to flee us is just hilarious to me.” He adds and you swear you saw red.

Tamaki cuts in before you get the chance to speak. “What he meant was that we are here to spend the most fun day together as a family.”

“No we are not.” You snort.

“Yes we are and we are starting with some bookstore fun!” He says proudly as he grabs both you and Haruhi and yanks you inside the Mercedes.

“Tamaki! That’s kidnapping what you just did there!” You yelled as he put your seatbelt on for you.

“We are on a mission today and it’s to make you happy so stop yelling and enjoy your day with us!” He yells back and you shut your mouth. They wanted to make you happy. Were you unhappy? “We are going to the Nakajima Library.”

You stayed silent the entire ride, you did not want to speak to any of them. They kidnapped you!

But they did it so you could be happy… It’s still kidnapping!

You’ve arrived at your destination and you can’t believe your eyes… It’s grandiose. You can’t believe you never went there yet. Obviously it’s attached to a university and obviously you don’t go there yet. You are meant to go to the US for your higher studies, but you’re really considering going to this one instead. All of your friend's eyes are on you. You felt Kyoya’s burning holes behind your head, but never looked back at him as you took the first step towards the library.

A smile was pinned on your face as you entered the colosseum shaped library. The dim lights warmed the place with a beautiful orange like light. You felt like you were back in Rome.

You’ve been to Rome once in your life and you fell in love with the place. It was one of the only family vacations you’ve been on with both your parents. A month in the warm weather of Italy with your loving parents, without their work coming in the way. You strut confidently between bookshelves making sure to browse the titles as you go, it’s mostly books for the students that are part of this university. Tamaki’s bubbly self, followed you like a puppy and offered you books to read. You settled on a science book he offered you that you never knew about and brought it to an empty table so you could read it in peace.

Peace didn’t last too long, as all of the Host Club brought their own books to your table. To “read”, but other than Haruhi actually reading, the rest of them stared at you. Minutes have passed and they still haven’t stopped watching you.

“How long should we stay here for?” Hikaru whispers under his breath.

“Until y/n is satisfied.” Tamaki whispers back aggressively.

Haruhi snorts. “Bold of you to assume she will ever get satisfied after one book.”

You smile quickly at Haruhi’s words without ever looking up from your book. Soft fingers brushes hair behind your ear. You looked at the person beside you and was surprised Kyoya sat there, his whole body facing you. “Your hair was in the way.” He only whispers before getting back to his book. What was that all about? You feel your cheeks heating up, but shook off that feeling.

After a few hours of reading and hearing Hikaru and Kaoru groaning, you’ve had enough and Tamaki, once again, dragged you outside like he was kidnapping you, yanking you in the car and you were on your way somewhere else.

The car ride, this time, seemed more lively and chatty. It was warm and familiar. It was as if everything was normal and you liked that, hell even loved it.

After a few minutes, the car parked on the side of the road and exited the vehicle. You were left in front of a rather beautiful industrial building that seemed modern and new.

“Where are we?” You ask as you all walked up to the gates and were allowed inside without question.

Mori speaks. “Your mother told us that you like that very fancy coffee.” This is the new factory of the French coffee brand you always drink at home. “Tamaki’s French heritage helped us get inside.”

“The owner knows my father, so we were able to get a free tour of the factory and some samples!” The blond man says excited as you meet a beautiful tall woman waiting for you at the door.

“Welcome! We are really excited to have you visit our factory Miss y/n.” The woman shook your hand. “I’m Elise Hanako.” The combination of the French and Japanese names made you uneasy, but for politeness sake you ignored that funny feeling and smiled properly. “Danuja Hanako, the owner and also my father, gave me his property in Japan so that we can localize our french coffee.”

“It’s an honor to be in your presence, Miss Hanako.” You were eager to visit the factory.

“I’ve been informed that you are a huge fan of our brand.” You blushed. “That’s great! I do hope our factory will live up to your expectations.” She adds and the automatic doors behind her open letting all of you enter the building.

This place did not look like a coffee factory, it looked like a high tech law firm or some sort. The interior was in this mix of black and dark wood with plants here and there. Everyone was dressed in a proper way, just like at your father’s workplace. Miss Hanako explains that the magic happens behind the scenes and proceeds to show you where the coffee beans were sorted out and how they were packaged. People dressed like scientists were inspecting every bean before sending it in the “good bin”... Maybe that’s why your coffee was so expensive.

The factory was huge and you appreciated every second Hanako spoke up to explain how things were made and was kind and patient over your millions of questions you asked over the tour.

“This concludes our tour and I do hope you enjoyed yourselves.” You all answered with a polite “yes, thank you” and Miss Hanako was pleased with that. “I almost forgot! I have two bags of our new batch that’s coming up next month, Cherry Flower and Chocolate Pecan Caramel.” She snapped her fingers and one of the workers carefully placed two bags in your arms. “My assistant sent you my personal email, so please do give me feedback.” You were in awe. “Get home safe kids.” She smiled before you exited the building to the car.

You were shocked that they would go beyond anything to make you happy, they were true friends. “Thank you–”

“Don’t thank us yet!” Tamaki shouts over you. “One last stop, the orchestra.” The Orchestra!?

“You don’t mean–”

“The best musicians around Japan? Yes, I mean that Orchestra.” He smirks. You were there at the presale, but never got the chance to get tickets. You wondered how they got eight of them. “But we can’t go dressed as commoners.” He adds and Haruhi slaps him behind his head.

You didn’t look awful at all, you thought you all were a bit underdressed for the occasion, but no one would notice. Right?

“Pick whatever outfit you want, it’s on Kyoya.” Tamaki bumps his friend with glasses and he smiles as if he was forced to do so. You gave him a look that almost said : “You just learned that as well?” You all stopped at The Thread Maker, the town's finest clothing store.

“All of you, pick an outfit I’ll pay for it.” He adds and you smile at him, a bold and bright smile.

You all scattered around the store and looked around. You kind of wanted to take advantage of Kyoya and decided to go to the more expensive part of the already expensive store. You didn’t even have to think twice, the dress in front of the mannequin was the one you would buy. No price tag = pricey. It’s a scarlet red Queen-Anne shape with a leg slit dress. It’s a fully flared gown, floor length with a corset built in with embroidered floral details all over it. It was from your second favorite designer (after your mother) Teuta Matoshi. Honey’s voice was heard behind you, ordering a worker to let you try it on. You were dragged by another worker inside a cabin… After this day, you won’t let anyone drag you anywhere ever again!

You look at yourself in the mirror and surprisingly it’s a perfect fit all the way around, not too long, not too short, not too big or tight. It was perfect and you looked absolutely beautiful.

When you came out of the dressing room, you only found Haruhi in another beautiful pink dress that made her look more feminine. The dress was tight on her and she is probably making Tamaki drool, because you sure would’ve. The guys were sitting on the couch in complete silence, their eyes all over you both.

“Why aren’t you dressed?” Haruhi asked and none of them were answering. You couldn’t help but glance at Kyoya that had his eyes on your body already. You put on a show and twirled.

“My idea of a perfect day would be if you all were dressed too and not undressing us with your eyes.” You chuckle and they all cough and grunt, suddenly bashful of their actions. They rushed to get a suit and you stood there with Haruhi enjoying each other’s company.

They all come out at the same time from the dressing room and they all are dressed the same, black and white suit with black ties. They look amazing! The last one to come out was Kyoya and when he appeared out the curtain he was playing with a red bow tie around his neck. The other’s were holding their laughter at the sight of him being the only one with a bow tie.

You chuckled under your breath as you approached Kyoya to fix his matching bow. He froze under your touch and you just couldn’t hold your giggles any longer. “Tamaki said we would all wear bow ties because that would’ve made you laugh, but it seems I’ve fallen right into his trap.” He grunts. “I look ridiculous.”

“You do.” You smile. “In a good way.” You add. “We are going to be late if we keep mocking our dear Kyoya!” Mori gave you his arm that you gladly took and walked back to the car where you’d wait for Kyoya to pay.

The conversation between all of you was even more lively and joyful, you were really excited to go see The Orchestra. Once you arrived at the place, you weren’t confident that this was the auditorium they usually play at, but you let it go once you entered and saw the beauty of the place you were in. Red walls and gold decors, with crystal chandeliers made you feel like you were in a movie. Mori took your arm and led you to golden doors that two workers opened grand and wide for you to realize this was an empty ballroom.

You were confused and asked: “Are we early?”

“We are right on time.” Kaoru answer.

The empty room made you a bit uneasy, but once you stepped inside the large red curtain lifted to reveal The Orchestra on stage. It’s a private concert… You spin around to meet Tamaki’s gaze and he smiled proudly at the utter shock on your face.

“May I have this dance?” Mori asked you and you nodded, not entirely sure of what to do. He leads you to the center of the ballroom and once you do, the musicians start to play. Melodious sounds of violin echoes in the room, followed by loud cellos. Tears were filling your eyes, but you blinked them away. They organized this whole day for you, and only you.

Mori spins you around, letting go of your hand so you were now partnered with Kyoya who held you tightly against him as you swayed with him. The other’s picked each other as partners and danced to the same rhythm as you were with Kyoya. You both stayed silent as he twirled you around slowly and brought your back against his chest, swaying you gently this way.

“I did not know you danced this well.” You whispered with a hint of humor.

He brought his lips close to your ear and you can hear the smirk in his voice. “I’m glad my efforts are being appreciated, these last four years of dance lessons are being used well.” At that you laughed.

You danced for hours with your friends to the most beautiful songs who, on multiple occasions, brought tears.

At the very end of the concert, you all applaud the musicians and the conductor for their performance. You were ready to leave, but an unfamiliar voice called your name, and it was none other than Ayaka Saito, the cello player you looked up to since forever, walking towards you. You felt your knees go weak, she was the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen, she looked like she was royalty.

“Y/n, this is for you.” She smiles as she hands you the bow that she used tonight to play with her autograph on it. “I heard you’re a great musician, with lots of potential.” You couldn’t seem to stop smiling without ever saying words. “Our manager would be interested to hear you play, especially if what your friends said is true. There would be a spot for you once you graduate if you impress Sara Nakamura.” Your jaw was on the floor. The Sara Nakamura! She is the face of the classical music industry in the modern era and she wants to hear you play? You were on the verge of fainting.

You finally spoke to her in the calmest way possible. “It’s an honor to hear this coming from you, you are the one who made me start to play cello.” She smiles even more. “I would be even more honored to play for you and Miss Nakamura.”

“Her assistant will send you information concerning this invitation.” She adds. “I bid you all good night.” She says before giving you a friendly hug. You were going to faint.

Once again you had to be dragged inside the car because you were frozen in place. You talked like a maniac the whole way back to your house. You were so happy to have finally met your musical idol tonight and that you’ve been given an extra rare opportunity.

As the vehicle parks in front of your front gate you finally take a few deep breaths, the adrenaline wearing off. You hugged all of your friends inside the car and exited the car.

“We will see you for an early meeting tomorrow morning!” Tamaki smiles and yours drops.

“Look guys…” You sigh. “I really appreciate what you did for me all day, but I’m okay I promise, I’m not sad.” It was a plain lie. “I just don’t have the heart to be the Host you want me to be anymore.” You tried to give your friends the coffee beans from France and returned the bow to them, but none of them tried to take it.

“Keep it, please.” Tamaki’s soft smile broke your heart. “It’s a gift for you.”

You nod and thank them again without ever glancing at Kyoya, you turned your back to them and headed inside your home. They did succeed to make you happy today, but when the door closed behind you, tears were falling down your cheeks as you held the objects tightly to your chest.

You drop your neatly folded uniform on the tea table and sigh. You really loved your club, but it was better this way. You linger a while staring at the blue fabric that you were giving up. You were never one to give up, but recently you have. You gave up on Kyoya, your family duties, your plan to get another financé, you also gave up on your club, your friends… You were tired and disappointed in yourself. You wanted to get better and be better.

“You don’t have to do that, you know?” A deep voice makes you gasp out loud by surprise. Kyoya.

Your hand was on your heart. “Good God! You scared me.”

He did not care for your reaction. “You don’t have to leave the club.”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “Did they ask you to tell me this?”

“They have told me multiple times, but I chose to.” He starts. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry won’t change my mind.” You scoff.

��I know, you are stubborn as a mule.” He lightly chuckles.

“If that’s all, I’ll go. I have somewhere else to be.” You lied and started to walk towards the exit, but he put himself in front of you.

“Why did you do all of this?” You were confused. “Why did you want Koichi over me?”

You scoff, absolutely baffled by what he was asking. “Because you don’t love me, Kyoya.” It was as simple as that. “Because liking on only one side is just too hard to do. You refuse to fall in love with me no matter how much I try to be perfect for you.” He was silent. You took that time to walk past him in a rush but stopped as you heard his voice once again.

“I can’t fall in love with you. I– I can’t because if I do I am afraid I’ll end up doing the same mistake my parents did. They fell in love and then… They didn’t. It ruined the relationships between the family.” The look in his eyes… It was painful and sad, Kyoya was hurt. It probably took a lot of his courage to finally admit you spent months trying to figure out. Seeing him lose his composure in front of you saddened you. “It became a competition between me and my brothers, my mother being sad all– all of the time… My father… He doesn’t give any of us breaks, he’s relentless and he just cares about success. He doesn’t care about us, my brothers and I… My mother, his own wife who he is supposed to love and to cherish…” He was out of breath, all these feelings were finally out. “That’s why I can’t fall in love with you, because I don’t ever want you to end up like my mother if I end up like my father.”

It took you a good ten seconds to analyze what he had just confessed to you. All of it. Your heart broke for him and his family. No matter how much you wanted to console him, that was not what you needed to say. “That’s not good enough.” Was what came out of your mouth. He was perplexed. “That’s not good enough.” You repeated. “It’s not good enough for all of the times you put yourself in the way of a guy I talked to. For all the times you were kind and flirty and then you weren’t. It’s just not good enough.” He was hurt by your words, you knew it. His eyes couldn’t lie. “Is this hypothesis worth more than hurting me?” He doesn’t answer, but never breaks your gaze. You wanted to break and cry, but you stood your ground proud and strong just like your father taught you. “I can’t marry someone who’s afraid to take a leap and fall in love with me. I guess trying to make you feel what I felt was too demanding.”

“You loved me?”

“Does it matter? You don’t care, Kyoya. You don’t care about what my favorite songs are, you don’t care about my favorite books… Even Koichi was interested in what book was next on my list and he didn’t even love me one bit.” You scoff.

“It’s Lucy by the sea.”

“What?”

“Your next read. It’s Lucy by the sea.” You were confused as to how he knows. “I got a hold of your list from your maid to know what book I should buy you next, in every stupid edition possible because that would make you happy. But no… I don’t care, right?” You were taken back from this confession. “I wore that stupid tie to make you laugh, I organized the whole day with Tamaki so that you would be able to understand that I am sorry.” He adds and something in your heart pinches. He made it all happen so that you would forgive him, but that’s not what you needed nor wanted from him.

“It’s still not enough.” You whisper with tears in your eyes. You blink them away before turning your back ready to leave the music room, you had enough.

“Fuck.” He whispered before running after you, yanking you to the side to trap you between the wall and him. You wanted to push him away, but couldn’t as he lowered his head to crash his lips against yours. It was sudden and gentle. His lips tasted like mint and were so soft against yours. He was so careful with his next movements, his warm hands cradled your face opening your mouth just enough so his tongue could cross the borders of your lips to devour you entirely. Your arms wrapped themselves around his neck asking, begging for more. More touch, more passion, more of anything, you only wanted him. You raked your hands in his hair and fuck did it do something to him, his hand gripped your hips with such strength moving you against his thigh between your legs. It was so erotic you moaned against his lips which made him smirked. He pulled away enough to look at you in the eyes, truly look at you. “Don’t cry because of me.” He whispers stroking your cheeks so, so slowly, you want to melt in his touch. You pull him by his tie so his lips are on yours again. Your hands roamed his chest and shoulders and my god he was muscular, the uniforms didn’t do him a favor. His hands were snacking around your waist underneath your dress shirt, memorizing the curves of your body. His touch was warm and soft, you were hypnotized by him. He slowly pulled away to kiss your cheek, then all the way up your jaw to leave one soft kiss under your ear.

“Do you know how long I've wanted this?” He whispers in your ear. You were so warm, you thought perhaps you were running a fever, but one of Kyoya's hands carefully unbuttoned two of the buttons of your dress shirt, you knew you weren’t having any fever dreams. You looked up at him and you could see his gaze linger on your chest slightly exposed before facing you again. Hunger and lust was the only thing you could see in him. Without ever looking away, his fingers pushed the collar of your shirt to the side so your shoulder was bare for him. His featherlike kisses tickled your skin as he left a trail of them to the side of your neck all the way to your shoulder. He gently nibbled the sensible skin with his lips and tongue teasing you in a way that had you softly moaning, reprimanding for more. He smirked against your bare shoulder before biting the skin that had you rolling your eyes.

The bell snapped the both of you out of our interaction making him pull away from you. You sigh in disapproval, you didn’t want him to leave now that you truly kissed him. He went to open the door, but stopped without looking at you. “Keep the uniform,” He spoke slowly : “and don’t replace me.” That’s what it was about… He wanted to prove you needed him, that he was better. He was jealous. Two can play that game especially if you are better at it.

You were back in your uniform and ready to conquer the day as you walked into the Music Room number 3 the day after, slamming your hand on the tea table in front of Tamaki. “I want in.”

“Excuse you?” He asked before sipping his tea.

“I want my role back in the Host Club, I am so sorry for how mean I was that day. But this club means a lot to me and I made a promise to you that I want to keep.” You were practically begging for him to take you back.

“What changed?” Hikaru asks.

“I guess your operation worked a little too well.” You smirk.

“You’re still in the Host Club, you don’t need permission to come back.” Tamaki smiles and you nod. You turn back to Kyoya and he smirks at you before deviating his gaze back to his laptop.

Maybe it's not about finding someone else, maybe you just need another approach towards Kyoya and if it’s through challenges and working each other up that you’ll get through him, so be it.

AN: Hi everyone! So sorry it took so long for this update, this chapter was written, deleted, written, deleted... like a thousand times. I hope this chapter filled your heart with some Kyoya love. I hope you all had wonderful holidays and since today, for me, is still Dec 31. I hope you all have a great 2023 filled with love and happiness! I promise y/n and Kyoya will get some happiness and love in 2023 as well.

#Kyoya #Kyoya Ootori #ohshc kyoya #kyoya smut #kyoya x reader #kyoya fluff #ohshc anime #OHSHC #ohshc fanfic #ohshc smut #ouran host club #ouran high school host club #ouran academy #ouran au #ouran x reader #enemies to lovers #arranged marriage #anime

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taichi-izumi · 11 months

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It’s a Taikou / Taishirou Ouran AU because I’m too lazy to draw the rest of the cast

#Taichi Yagami #Koushirou Izumi #Tai Kamiya #Izzy Izumi #Digimon #Taikou #Taishirou #Ouran AU #Art Tag

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villainessprefect · 11 months

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~Kiss Kiss Fall in Wonderland~

title: Enter the Host Club

summary: You're a rare scholarship student in the prestigious Night Raven College. It's a school meant for the upper class, a social standing that you will never belong in. Yet, you find yourself being dragged into a very strange club thanks to your cat. If only he never knocked down that expensive vase, maybe your high school years would have been a little more quiet...and a little more free of debt too.

ship: ideally vil/reader

word count: 2,803

notes: I don't plan on this being a linear series??? Maybe I'll follow some things that lead to a "canon" ending with Vil, but I think it's fun to play around and end up with other characters too lol like Idia for example. But! I did want to write a "canon" intro to set up this AU and get a little familiar with it. Initially was going to have it focus only on Vil & the reader but wanted to get everyone in the host club instead <3 hope you enjoy!!

if you haven’t seen my post/thoughts on the ouran AU, you can look here!

Read on AO3!

Dog.

That's the name you've been given along with various other nicknames. As annoying as it was, you figured it could be worse. Although, being forced to become a gopher for a group of young men you wanted absolutely nothing to do with was a terrible situation already.

Especially since you stood out like a sore thumb. Not just amongst them or the club they threw together, but the entire school as well. Which, in all honesty, you didn't mind. You were fine being one of the few 'low-class citizens' in Night Raven College. Sure, you got a few odd looks here and there, but what did you expect? You came here to learn not to fit in with the upper class.

Never did it cross your mind that you would do that, albeit against your own will. Being part of a host club in high school...really is interesting. It's not something you ever expected, but neither was getting into a ridiculous amount of debt. Just thinking about the number made your skin crawl.

You wish you could glare at your cat right now. It's his fault that you're even in this mess. Despite the trouble he caused, you know very well that Grim is eating up all the attention the girls are giving him right now. You can imagine them petting his fur and the only reason he allows it is because they're dangling fancy tuna before his eyes. If he was going to overindulge in treats here, you're going to have to put him on a strict diet at home.

The sudden snap of fingers brings you back to your situation. Cold, violet eyes glare at you, accompanied by a huff. The impatience in his gaze was enough to remind you of your place.

"If you're worried about your pet, he's fine," Vil Schoenheit, the club leader reassures although his tone is anything but that. You hold back a sigh and serve the tea that had been going cold in your grasp with how long you've been holding it.

You don't comment as you can feel his eyes on you. For a moment you feel like you have to be perfect despite what you normally think. Vil isn't some ordinary student. Like most here, he's someone important. Unlike you.

"Is that all?" You ask once you’re done pouring his and his guest's drink. You swear you hear a comment about this being just like at home from the girl sitting beside him. Were all rich folks like this?

"For now." He speaks only after having a sip of the tea. With how little he drinks it feels like he doesn't want to drink from something you touched. But it was his command after all. Perhaps he just liked to savor the taste. Who knows.

"But. There is something you can do for yourself. We've prepared a uniform for you."

As if on cue, two boys appear behind you with a bag looming over you. Their identical aside from the dark strand of hair that falls on opposing sides and the heterochromatic eyes that are swapped. One smiles showing off his sharp teeth, the other doesn't reveal them at all.

"Go change. We can't have you looking like that if you're to remain here." You can hear the disgust in his voice. It makes you look down at the clothes you have on. Definitely nothing fancy, a little more nerdy and comfortable, but it showed just how 'poor' you really are.

"You heard him, Shrimpy~!" One of the twins- Floyd, you think, says with a happy tune.

"Who knew the commoner would be trying to look like one of us now," Jade, the other twin, chimes in.

Before you can breathe out a response, you feel the ground beneath you disappear. Within seconds you're thrown over Floyd's shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Floyd, don't hurt them. I need them to be presentable when I need to do the final touch," Vil says.

Floyd lets out an annoyed sigh and whines about Vil bossing him around. That makes him jostle you around and for a moment you fear what he'll do.

"I can walk myself, you know," you protest.

"But we can't have you escaping. Not that we don't think you will," Jade says as he walks behind Floyd so he can keep his eyes on you. "I'm sure Azul has already told you what would happen if you think of trying to get out of your debt?"

"Yeah, I don't need a reminder..."

He said it with a perfect smile plastered on his face. You didn't think of running away, but after what he told you? Yeah, that would never be an option now.

"Aww, I want you to run though," Floyd says with a chuckle. "Cuz that means we get to play a game of tag. Just you and me, Shrimpy~!"

"I'll play tag with you if it's not a life or death situation," you respond. You don't catch the spark of interest that glitters in his eyes.

"No one's offered that before, not even the girls, hehe."

Before you know it, you're plopped down back on your feet. You stumble as the landing is a little rough but feel better now that you aren't being carried by an eel. You stand before a changing booth, one that only has curtains instead of a door.

"The room is all yours," Jade says as he places the bag in your hand. "If you need any assistance, don't be afraid to call us. We know how terribly inexperienced you are with your feet," he chuckles and shows off his teeth this time. You have a feeling that he's not going to let you live that ungraceful act of you trying to stop Grim from crashing into a vase.

"It was an accident..." It's a plea that falls on deaf ears, you know this already. "I can manage to change on my own. Thanks for offering, I guess?"

You shrug and head behind the curtains. For once you're offered privacy. It's what you initially wanted. If only getting it was this easy. You decide not to let your thoughts linger around the subject for long and instead change out of your normal clothes into the school's uniform. It's surprising how well it fits you. The clothes are comfortable too. You always expected expensive clothes to be irritating as the rich put beauty before comfort. Perhaps you were wrong.

When you're done, you admire yourself in the mirror. It's a small change, but you feel a little better. You wouldn't get odd looks thrown your way now. That was one good thing to come from this.

You peek your head out of the curtains to find yourself alone. No twins or Vil, yet. A meow catches your attention. When you look down, you find your grey cat at your feet.

"Did they finally run out of tuna for you?" You ask as you pick up Grim. You figure the answer is yes and that's why he came to you. Or maybe he missed you. Or both. "You don't deserve it after what you did." You give him the glare you've been meaning to for a long while, although it doesn't last. His bright blue eyes look up at you with innocence, as if he wasn't aware of the harm he caused you.

"Just don't get comfortable with all the snacks okay?" You tell him quietly as you run your hands through his fur.

"Put him down. You can't have his hair staining your uniform." It's a sudden command that you don't follow. You keep your hold on Grim as he nuzzles against you.

"He doesn't shed." Much. "Besides, it's not going to hurt anyone."

Vil's gaze drops to the cat. It causes Grim to flinch and turn his back on him.

"For the time being, it won't. But there are students who may be allergic. Currently, none of our guests have any aversion to cat hair and they do seem fond of him. If the need for him to be dismissed arrives to ensure that they stay healthy, then I'm sure you even understand that."

You scratch Grim's neck a couple of times before gently letting him back onto the ground. Unlike last time, he stands beside you.

"Alright. Now what, president?"

You have a feeling that Vil doesn't like your tone. You didn't respond rudely, you were still trying to adjust to all of this. He gives you a hard look before motioning you to follow him.

A seat before a vanity table is waiting for you. You take your place before it, forced to look at your own reflection. Vil ends up taking up your entire view, standing in front of you as he tilts your chin up with his hand.

"Keep your back straight when seated. You don't want to ruin your posture." You would nod if you could. His hold is sharp but it doesn't compare to his words. He forces you to turn left and then right. Vil dips his face closer to yours, his violet eyes scrutinizing every bit of your flesh.

As he gets a close-up of you, you get a close-up of him. You're not into looks or beauty, but you can tell that Vil is really beautiful. His hair shines no matter what angle you see him in, his skin looks soft and pure, and even his touch felt like he was blessing your skin. And then there are his eyes. They held so much, mostly annoyance and disgust when aimed your way, but right now they're different. They're open and interested, investigating the sight before him and imagining a better version of yourself.

"Your eyes are really pretty," you let yourself say.

He blinks. He pauses. Then he smirks.

"Flattery won't get you out of your debt."

"It wasn't meant to be flattery."

"Your skin isn't too bad," Vil says, ignoring your comment. "A little dry though. I'll give you something to keep it clean. A natural look would benefit you, but a little eyeliner wouldn't hurt. As for your hair..." He finally frees your chin before running a hand through your hair. He's careful not to harshly run it through your unforgiving locks. "I don't know what shampoo you use, but you're going to have to get rid of it. I'll send you home with some to use."

Vil pulls his hand away from you, leaving you free in your seat. As much as you want to relax, you remain with a straight posture. He seems a little proud as you remember what you were told.

"Now, I'll make you look like one of us."

He applies things to your skin that you've never seen before. Makeup and anything related to that were a foreign concept to you. It was something that you just didn't have the time to indulge in. Well, the moisturizers and other things would help keep your skin clean. Eyeliner and lipstick simply weren't your thing. Nor were the gels used to give your hair a touch of life.

The sudden feeling of a cool ooze against your cheek makes you flinch.

"Relax," he breathes. "I'm not poisoning you."

"Feels like it," you mutter.

Vil doesn't comment back, but you can see the command in his eyes not to speak again. So, you don't. You simply sit there and let him have free reign over your face. It's a little uncomfortable to be sitting still for so long but you can manage it.

"There."

Vil pulls back and steps aside. He stands behind your chair to let you see his work.

You let out a gasp. It's astonishing what he's done to you. Your hairstyle is the same, but looking as it's meant to and not as if you'd just brushed it and left in the morning. Your skin looks clear, and feels softer. Your eyes seem to shine despite him not even touching them. It felt like he really did use magic on you.

"Woah! The commoner looks just like us now!" A new voice pipes in. You turn your head towards the source. It's the prince, or at least that's what he claims to be. He doesn't exactly fit the princely archetype you're accustomed to.

"I didn't think you could transform!" Kalim hops over to you and takes your hands. With ease he helps you to your feet, admiring Vil's handiwork.

"Kalim! Don't be rude." Another boy hisses. He shares the same dark skin as Kalim but has darker hair. A venomous glare is shot toward the cheery boy, but it has no effect on him. He sighs as he pulls him away from you. You catch how his gaze lingers on you for a moment before he pulls his attention to Kalim. "I have to admit, he is right though."

"Of course, they look amazing," Vil says, holding his chin up high. "They've been graced by my touch."

Curiosity runs through the club and soon the others come to find your transformation. They all make a comment on how amazing you look and how hard it is to believe that you're a commoner.

"With an appearance like this, I think you can move up to being a host instead of a spudling."

"I thought I was supposed to be the club's dog?"

Was being a spudling any better?

"Well, I think it might be more profitable for you." Heels click against the ground as a familiar face steps forward. Azul adjusts his glasses and holds a clipboard against his chest. You don't like the smile he wears on his face as it feels unnaturally pleasing. "Instead of working as our peon- ahem- dog, you can earn more as a host. Adding another member wouldn't hurt our numbers and I think some might be interested in your lowly lifestyle. Besides, wouldn't it be better to work off your debt? You have accumulated a bit more since your arrival." His smile grows and it looks like he's resisting holding back a laugh. "There's the uniform and time you stole Vil away from his guests."

Of course, the uniform wasn't free. Did you even think it was? For a moment, you liked to believe so. But as for the touchups from Vil?! That was also costing you another arm? Maybe it was better off being the dog around here. You couldn't afford Vil's treatment every day if it meant being an actual host.

"Don't forget the time it'll take to train them," Jade adds loud enough for you to hear.

"Guess Shrimpy is going to stay with us for a while," Floyd chuckles.

You sigh. It seems like you weren't being given an option here. Even as you glance to Vil for some type of answer, he seems to be in agreement with the others.

"We're going to have to find your charm though. Something to keep them coming back to you."

Preoccupied with his thoughts, Vil steps away for a moment. Azul follows after him, probably talking about how to set you up as a host. You think you can breathe for a moment but another member steps to your side.

"Vil really did a good job on ya," a young purple-haired boy says. He looks soft and cute, his height adds to the latter factor. Then you notice Grim in his hands. He offers the cat back to you.

"I know you don't want to be here, neither do I." Epel sighs, looking like a kicked puppy. It almost makes you want to take his place and double your debt. "Maybe we can find a way out of this together? Although Vil seems to be interested in you. I don't think he's ever dolled anyone else up aside from me."

"I can't be that special," you mutter as you pet Grim. "I'm sure he only did it because I really don't fit in. If given the choice, I think I would have passed on it."

"Same here." He says with a nod before looking back to the president. "Well, our moment of peace isn't going to last long. Congrats on being a host." He offers you a smile. It's hard to tell if it's a reassuring or relieved one.

"Thanks." You keep your eyes on Grim. You'd pinch him if you knew he wouldn't scratch you.

"If I have to work as a host, so do you," you tell him. Although you figure he already has. You doubt Azul would let his pay go into yours. Whatever. You take in a breath and do your best to stand with all the confidence you can muster.

Starting today, you are a member of the host club and you're going to do your best to clean your debt.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x you #vil shoenheit #epel felmier #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #kalim al asim #jamil viper #gn reader #grim #ouran au #kiss kiss fall in wonderland

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marmalade004 · 1 year

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Screenshot redraw of the ouran au (again), this au is so silly and it’s a new favorite of mine yayayayaayyy

Cough I was too lazy to draw the building so I stole a stock image

#eddsworld au #ouran au #eddsworld tom #eddsworld matt #au fanart

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clover-color · 1 year

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I love you in every universe🥰

love Penny foreverrr💙💙💙

You can ask about my AU if you're curious.😉🌟

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dragontamer05 · 6 months

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Tim is quickly going to research a double check the information about the Total Lunar Eclipse, because if it really was happening or even a partial he doesn't want to miss it.

#dash commentary #dragonrps #ic #ouran au

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melodooodle · 2 years

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ohshc x hq

hikaru and kaoru as volleyball players!

#i'd love to see it #i wonder what position they would play #ouran high school host club #ohshc #ouran #hikaru #kaoru #hikaru hitachiin #kaoru hitachiin #haikyuu!!#ouran hikaru #ouran kaoru #hitachiin twins #ouran au #hq #ouran fanart #ohshc fanart #hikaru fanart #kaoru fanart

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goldenworldsabound · 2 years

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I might have an entire Turks + Rufus Ouran Midgar High School Host Club AU because it just works...so well

Rufus is Tamaki of course! Normally he wouldn't be quite so dramatic but for this AU he is allowed to have had a not horrible childhood and therefore be more like this!

And Tseng as Kyoya! Tries to be serious planner, likes bullying everyone else from behind the scenes.

And Reno has the same energy as the twins but obviously without the actually being a twin part. He has his own Reno-y delinquent vibes too of course. He's a little rough around the edges but that's a draw.

Rude replaces Mori pretty effectively, quiet but on the nose type. And he and Reno can play off each other when we need that hehe.

Elena as Honey isn't quite the perfect fit but I like her as being very cuuute but also can kick your ass and is more likely to do so than the boys (who are quite capable of it but are less trigger happy so to speak). Mostly she's cute and loves snacks and talking to pretty girls

...and that leaves me as Haruhi oop

#ouran au #why does it all fit so well fkjdshfkjhskfa #laid bare before you #in equal measure

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lil-kissy · 6 months

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This will be your home now

That's what they'd said.

As soon as she'd healed enough to be discharged from the hospital strangers had come ushering her into a big car.

She flinched a little as the back seat rubbed against her right shoulder.

Suoh, something about the name sounded familiar but she didn't recognize anyone.

Kisara clutched the beloved rabbit handmade by her mother, now damaged. It's tight ear scorched, almost completely gone as was much of the soft fuzz of fabric used. Damaged by the same fire that had taken them, damaged just like she was.

More the once some had tried taking it, wanting to toss it saying it was no good and they could buy her a new one but she refused. Golden ankh pendant hung from neck

The car has continued past what she thought was the house taking her to a different one where a blonde boy stood outside.

"This is Kisara, as you already know she'll be staying with you. A nurse will be around every few days to change her bandages otherwise she's in your care now.

Think of her like a sister."

White locks of hair covered her face yet did little to hide the fear, pale blue eyes dropping to the ground. Not moving from her spot behind the strangers leg.

@drinkitfrommymouthsuou

#injury tw #death tw #; Sun Prince and the Moon Princess #Ouran au #hope this is okay #idk who's talk probably just random servant/employee of the house hold maybe *shrug*#someone would havecsaid something prior to bringingher #yehbshe gotva bad burn to her shoulder

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dwippingbun · 1 year

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Love your repo au so far! I can’t wait to see you draw it. Plus you can also use it as vent art when times feel grey.

Also how you thought about Kirby’s ouran highschool hostclub? Kirby being surrounded by their favorite characters, flirting and having spicy moments. Oooo I’ll be that person watching and taking notes.

WOWIE HI!!!!

I'd love to draw for it, I've loved REPO since I was a kid. ALLLL OF TERRANCE ZDUNICHS' WORKS. I've made full Hazbin Repo and devils' carnival AUs ten times over. lot of revisions. Lot of changes.

So um-I would age them all up of course but FUCK as a kid I simped the fuck out of Tamaki and Kyouya.

YOU KNOW I MAY AS WELL MAKE HAREM AUS AT THIS POINT/ joking

but no seriously that's got me thinking omgggg

like au??? au???

this au would be 1000000% for hazbin cuz holy SHIT THE AMOUNT OF CHARACTERS MY S/I IS SHIPPED WITH IN THAT VERSE.

Tamaki would be Alastor Kyouya is Husk cuz of the 'if he's daddy I must be momma' joke in the show. LIKE CMON. XDDD. Plus Husk has the same personality.

Hunni senpai I think would be...hm tricky, personalitywise I'd give it to Fizz. and He and Ozzie DID adopt my S/I like two gay dads!!! (they wouldn't be in the harem tho)

The Hitachin twins would be Vox and Val COME O N how are they not perfect for that.

Renge is Velvet...do I even have to say why...

DAMN YOU GOT MY BRAIN JUICES FLOWING.

I may consider Ouran tho, but I'd have to refresh my memory with the show XDDDD

I do have a fucking deep love for Fruits Basket too omg 👀👀

#Ouran AU #Kirby Ouran Host club #harem au?#idk #Kirby's corner #AU TALK YESSS #hazbin hotel oc #hazbin hotel #self ship #self shipping

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biposi · 1 year

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Okay i dont animate, but this was really simple and only took like an hour so i figured why not do an animated redraw!

#eddsworld #shipsworld #tord #edd #ell #tori #ouran au

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honeysunai · 6 months

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Hostess| Kyoya Ootori x reader

Part nine - Test of courage

Pairing : Kyoya Ootori x reader

Word Count : 4k

General rating : Fluff, enemies to love vibes

You let out a long and bored sigh as you look at a blank paper in front of you. Tamaki assigned you to write ideas for the Halloween event the Host Club wants to host, but your mind was elsewhere. You couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss and how eager Kyoya was and then returned to pretending you were just classmates. You were angry and yet… You only wanted him to kiss you all over again.

It was infuriating. No. He was.

“What about a cult of vampires thirsty for the blood of their guests.” Tamaki explodes as if he found the best idea of all time. Ew. Blood, no thanks.

“This sounds too erotic even for us.” You chuckle.

“Well, you haven’t written anything on that paper so I’m giving you some ideas to make that brain of yours work.” He chuckles while patting the top of your hair.

The door busted open with the twins and Haruhi glued to their side. Kaoru spoke up first. “For the entire week, count us out.”

The mortifying expression on Tamaki’s face made you hold back a laugh. “What do you mean “us”? Why is Haruhi going with you?”

“We have a tournament on Halloween night, a test of courage.” She mumbles as if she thought it was the dumbest idea, it might as well be.

“And she is on our team.” Hikaru snickers. “She is in our class, afterall.” They both dramatically turn around and leave.

“Does this mean we cancel our event?” You ask quite eagerly for Tamaki’s response.

“This means we are going to participate in their little tournament.” His gaze never leaves the trio of second years. You grunt loudly.

Tamaki’s genius plan was in preparation while you sat on a bench drinking tea with Mori. Your leg was bouncing rapidly out of anxiety.

“You seem tense.” Kyoya said, his eyes still focused on his computer screen. “I can smell the tension steaming.”

“Ew.” You scoff. “I'm not tense," you retorted.

“What's bothering you then? Are you scared?" Tamaki chuckled.

“No, I just don't see the point in scaring people," you mumbled.

Honey took a seat beside you and flashed a bright smile. “It's not just about that. You have a lot of candies too!"

“That's a valid point," you conceded. "While you two brilliant minds work on your plan, I'll make my exit. I've got some personal matters to attend to."

“Why's that?" Kyoya asked abruptly, turning his gaze towards you.

“It's not something you need to worry about," you replied with a quick smile before making your way out of the music room. In truth, you weren't busy at all; all your studies and homework were already completed. You simply wished to avoid the Halloween preparations. As you strolled through the school, you sought out an empty music room where you could indulge in a bit of cello before the next class.

After leaving the music room, you headed down the corridor in search of an empty space to practice your cello. As you walked, you couldn't help but overhear snippets of excited chatter from various students discussing the Halloween preparations. It seemed that the Host Club's Halloween event was generating quite a buzz.

Finally, you found an empty and peaceful practice room. You entered and set up your cello, finding comfort in the familiar strains of the instrument. As you began to play, the hauntingly beautiful melody filled the room, creating a serene atmosphere that provided a stark contrast to the bustling excitement of Halloween preparations.

Unbeknownst to you, a familiar figure from the Host Club had been silently trailing you. Haruhi, who had been observing your interactions with the other members, had sensed your need for a break from the chaotic festivities. She had followed you discreetly, understanding that you preferred solitude.

Leaning against the doorframe, Haruhi listened to your enchanting music. The sound of the cello captivated her, and she was moved by the depth of emotion in your playing. She watched you with a soft smile, appreciating the chance to see a different side of you.

When you eventually finished your piece, you turned to find Haruhi standing there, a gentle and understanding look in her eyes. She didn't say anything, but her presence was enough to convey her support and empathy.

“Be ready, Tamaki is taking part in your Tournament.”

She smiles. “This means you will as well?”

“Obviously.” You snort.

With that, the two of you spent a little more time chatting, and finding common ground amidst the chaos of the Host Club's Halloween preparations. It was a welcome and unexpected connection that brought a sense of calm to an otherwise hectic day.

On Halloween night

You entered the ball room and noticed the dark ambiance. In the middle you could see makeup and costumes ready to be worn.

You sigh. “Did you really ask the occult club to help us?”

“They are professionals afterall.” Tamaki says proudly. “Who else but the Occult Club to know what is scary or not?” He had a fair point.

You were grabbed by two girls and forced to sit down on a chair. You couldn’t protest before their work started. They Had their makeup brushes ready with pink and white paint. “It’s too late to say no, right?” You ask anyone before the first stroke of white paint touches your skin. At the same time the other girl worked over your hair. Two pigtails wrapped in red ribbons. It felt like forever until you could see yourself in the mirror. You were going to be a creepy little creepy lolitta doll.

“Good god.” You scoff as you look at yourself with your regular uniform, you look silly.

“Do you not like it?” Nekozawa asked in a grim tone. To be fair, you were a bit freaked out by him and so you lied.

“I love it. I’m just not used to it.” You smile as best as you can, but you look creepy nonetheless.

“Good!” He smiles. Even if he was happy, his smile was creepy. “We got the perfect costume to fit with your marvelous character. “The cursed doll!” It was like thunder cracked at the same time he spoke those very words.

You looked in the mirror and couldn't help but feel that you appeared terrifying – and not in a good way. The worn-out pink and white puffy dress you wore was splattered with fake blood in a chaotic pattern. You imagined your mother would have a heart attack if she saw you in this outfit.

Emerging from the dressing room, you joined your Host Club friends in the ballroom. Tamaki, in his dashing vampire costume, looked unfairly handsome. Mori and Honey, dressed as a pair of werewolves straight out of a telenovela, exuded a certain charm. Kyoya, on the other hand, had chosen not to dress up.

With a stoic expression, you couldn't help but voice your frustration. "I hate you guys."

"Don't you look terrifying?" Kyoya quipped with a barely suppressed laugh.

You glared at him. "And don't you guys look cute?"

"Do you think so?" Honey's smile was radiant.

"Why am I the only one overdressed?" You grumbled.

Tamaki, wrapping an arm over your shoulders, smiled as he explained, "You are the dessert to our coup."

"I don't think that's a saying," you retorted. He led you out of the ballroom and into a classroom tucked away in the far corner of the school.

"Stay here until Honey gives you the signal. Here's your script," Tamaki said, handing you a crumpled piece of paper before closing the door, leaving you alone in the dark room.

"Ugh, I hate them," you muttered to yourself, closing your eyes and reading the poorly written script. It lacked any real scare factor. Your best bet was to simply scream at anyone who entered the room or adopt a lifeless stare to unnerve them.

As you sat in the dark room, dressed in your creepy Lolita costume, time seemed to crawl by at an agonizingly slow pace. The initial excitement of transforming into a terrifying character had given way to boredom and restlessness. Your once-eager anticipation for your role had faded into a growing sense of impatience.

You began to fidget in your chair, the minutes stretching into what felt like hours. The silence in the room was deafening, broken only by the occasional distant laughter and muffled voices from the Halloween event outside. The worn-out pink and white dress seemed to constrict your movements, making you acutely aware of how uncomfortable and itchy it had become.

You sighed deeply, shifting your weight from side to side, trying to ease the discomfort of your costume. Your thoughts wandered, and you began to wonder if you were somehow forgotten or if the Host Club's plan had encountered an unexpected delay. The desire for some action or interaction had grown stronger with each passing minute.

Impulsively, you reached into your pocket and pulled out your phone, checking the time. It had been far longer than you'd expected, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of exasperation. To alleviate your boredom, you began scrolling through your phone, reading messages, and checking social media, all while anxiously waiting for Honey's signal to finally break the monotony of your solitary confinement.

The door creaked open and you looked at who it was not bothering to hide back your phone.

“This is really not your shade.” Kyoya snickers as he enters the room.

“Laugh all you want.” You sigh. He looked at you as if to say “Oh, I am.”, “What are you doing here?”

“Keeping you from dying of boredom.” He took a seat next to you on the floor.

“My phone was already doing your job.” You chuckle lightly.

“You really don’t like Halloween, don’t you?”

"Not really, no," you began, reflecting on your past. "When I was a kid, my parents were so busy with their own lives and jobs that they never had time for Halloween, or even Christmas some years. By the time they started to be more present, I just didn't care that much anymore about the holidays."

Kyoya sighed deeply, and you could see his thoughtful expression as he absorbed the glimpse of your personal history.

As the seconds ticked by, you found yourself pondering why you had shared such a personal memory with Kyoya. It wasn't something you typically opened up about, especially not in the midst of a festive occasion like Halloween. Perhaps it was the quiet and the stillness of the room that had encouraged the spontaneous revelation. Or maybe it was Kyoya's ability to make you feel strangely comfortable discussing your past. Regardless of the reason, you couldn't help but wonder why you had chosen to reveal a part of yourself at that moment.

“Then let’s go.” He said as he grabbed your hand to help you out of your creepy chair.

“Where?”

“I’m going to show you what’s so fun about it.”

Kyoya led you out of the dimly lit room and into the corridor, your hand still in his firm grip. You followed him through the maze-like hallways of the school, unsure of what to expect.

As you moved stealthily through the school, you couldn't help but have reservations about this endeavor. The idea of scaring people had never really appealed to you, and you had doubts about whether it would be as fun as the others made it out to be. But you trusted Kyoya's judgment, and his air of confidence piqued your curiosity.

The two of you took positions in a dimly lit hallway, concealed behind a corner, waiting for your next victim. Your heart raced as you watched a student approaching, completely unaware of your presence.

In perfect coordination, you and Kyoya executed your plan. As the student drew nearer, you let out a spine-chilling, ghostly wail while Kyoya produced an eerie, spectral light using a concealed flashlight. The student, taken aback and startled, screamed in terror before realizing it was all a prank.

At first, you watched with mixed emotions, uncertain of how the student would react. But as the initial shock and fear gave way to laughter and amusement, you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief and satisfaction. Giggling uncontrollably, you and Kyoya shared in the joy of the moment.

You and Kyoya ventured further into the school, your Lolita doll costume taking on a new persona with each scare. The initial uncertainty you had felt had given way to a sense of exhilaration and a growing enthusiasm for the Halloween shenanigans.

As you reached a more crowded area of the school, you couldn't resist the temptation to continue your mischief. You spotted a group of students engrossed in conversation and laughter, unaware of your presence. Kyoya nodded at you, signaling that this was your next target.

You approached the group with a silent grace, the ruffled layers of your dress swaying as you moved. As you got closer, you unleashed a spine-tingling, ghostly whisper that seemed to echo through the corridor. Simultaneously, Kyoya, hidden in the shadows, conjured a ghostly blue glow that danced eerily around you.

The students, caught off guard by the sudden otherworldly presence, let out a collective gasp and huddled together in fear. A few of them even dropped their belongings in their fright.

You couldn't help but stifle a giggle as you watched their terrified reactions. Some clutched their hearts, while others playfully scolded each other for overreacting. The initial shock gave way to laughter, and you realized that this was the essence of Halloween – a blend of fear and fun.

One of the students, a young girl, turned to you with a mixture of relief and amusement. "That was a good one! You really got us."

You gave a mischievous curtsy, your creepy Lolita persona adding to the theatrics of the moment. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

As you and Kyoya roamed the dimly lit corridors, you noticed a locked door at the end of a long hallway, illuminated only by the faint light of a flickering overhead bulb. It seemed like the perfect setting for a dramatic and hair-raising Halloween scare.

With a shared nod, you and Kyoya decided to orchestrate a chilling performance. You took your position near the door, hidden in the shadows, your Lolita doll costume transformed into a ghostly and eerie presence.

Kyoya, meanwhile, prepared to unleash his talents. With a quick flourish of his hand, he projected a series of ghostly images on the door, each one more terrifying than the last. The ghostly apparitions danced and flickered, accompanied by spine-tingling whispers that filled the air.

Unsuspecting students rounded the corner and came into view, their footsteps echoing in the eerie silence. As they approached the locked door, they spotted the ghostly figures and heard the haunting whispers. Panic washed over them, and they let out a chorus of terrified screams.

In their panic, the students stumbled over each other, desperately searching for an escape route. Some of them turned and ran back the way they came, while others frantically pounded on the locked door, pleading for it to open. The once-crowded hallway turned into a scene of chaotic terror.

You and Kyoya couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline as the students fled in sheer panic, their fear evident in their eyes. It was the ultimate Halloween scare, and you had succeeded beyond your wildest expectations.

As the commotion gradually subsided and the corridor returned to a state of calm, you exchanged an exhilarated glance with Kyoya. The dramatic scare had left a lasting impression, and you both couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all.

You finally got what made this activity so enjoyable, and you couldn't help but share a knowing smile with Kyoya as you continued to haunt the hallways together.

As your Halloween night of spooking students continued, Kyoya approached you with an excited glint in his eyes. "How about a grand finale?" he suggested, a mischievous smile on his face. Curious and eager to embrace the festive spirit, you nodded in agreement. "What do you have in mind?" Kyoya explained his plan, which involved a grand scare that would target none other than the notorious twins with Haruhi. It was an enticing proposition, and you both set off to make it happen.

You ran around the school to find the trio and once you did they were walking to their next trap, you.

You began to move in a slow, puppet-like manner, as if controlled by unseen strings, your joints bending unnaturally, your movements otherworldly. You swayed with an eerie grace, creating an atmosphere of surreal horror.

At the same time, Kyoya cast an illusion of ghostly whispers and phantom shadows that danced around you. The effect was haunting and mesmerizing, and the corridor seemed to take on a life of its own.

The twins and Haruhi watched, transfixed by the chilling performance. Hikaru and Kaoru exchanged uneasy glances, and Haruhi clutched her heart in mock fear.

As the performance reached its climax, you let out another spine-chilling wail, your voice echoing through the corridor. The twins were quite uneasy with you as for Haruhi, she held back a laugh to not mess up your performance. They weren’t moving until you stopped abruptly before sprinting for them, making them run away from you leaving Haruhi alone with you.

“Too bad I wasn’t convincing enough to scare you.” You laugh with Haruhi.

“I do not scare easily.” She says drying her tears of laughter. Kyoya came out of hiding and applauded you.

“I didn’t think you’d enjoy yourself that much.” He smiles brightly. A first.

“All thanks to the brains behind the operation.” You applauded him as well.

Later that night as you were taking out your makeup with Renge and Haruhi’s help, the winners were announced by Nekozawa. You were declared the champion of the Tournament!

Gasps of astonishment filled the room as the Host Club members realized the outcome. Hikaru and Kaoru exchanged surprised glances.

"You weren't even participating!" Kaoru exclaimed.

You smirked, "You guys are just sore losers."

Hikaru chimed in, "You're not even a second-year!"

Kyoya, however, simply leaned against a wall with a wry smile. "All I hear is whining from two losers."

You couldn't help but giggle at the banter among your friends, sharing a victorious moment.

After finally shedding the uncomfortable Lolita costume and wiping away the last remnants of makeup, you found yourself alone in the cozy embrace of the music room. The echoes of the Halloween festivities still resonate in your mind, but the overwhelming discomfort of the costume had been left far behind.

Sitting in the dimly lit room, you reflected on the night, your thoughts filled with gratitude for Kyoya. His unexpected and thrilling proposal to embrace the Halloween spirit had transformed a dull evening into a genuinely enjoyable one. You couldn't help but smile as you remembered how he had dragged you into the world of scares and pranks, and in doing so, had shared a unique and memorable experience with you.

The Halloween night had been a perfect blend of fright and fun, of camaraderie and laughter, and it was all thanks to Kyoya's initiative. As you sat in the peaceful music room, you realized that sometimes, the most unexpected and unconventional plans could lead to the best and most cherished memories.

"All hail the champion," a voice echoed in the empty room, and there stood Kyoya, the unexpected partner in your Halloween scare victory.

You couldn't resist a teasing grin. "Only a bow and some praise will do for your champion."

He walked over, the atmosphere filled with a mix of playful competition and genuine camaraderie. His smile was cocky as he leaned against the side of the column.

"So, do I get a prize for helping you win?" he inquired, his voice tinged with a playful challenge.

You responded with a smug grin, "It's my name they announced, not yours, so I'm afraid you don't get anything."

Kyoya leaned in closer, his smile seeming somewhat wistful. "I did help you win, though. I should get something."

With a soft laugh, you placed a hand on his arm and said, "You get the honor of witnessing your fiancé's majestic victory."

The two of you shared a moment of contentment and affection, the playful banter masking the fondness you felt for each other. It was a celebration of your Halloween success and the unique bond you shared.

“I want something else as my prize.” He smirks.

He acted on his impulses, seizing you by the waist and pressing you firmly against the column. His lips met yours with a passionate intensity, a bruising kiss that left you breathless, and you gasped in surprise at the sudden, fervent connection.

His tongue tantalizing teased your bottom lip, seeking entry, and you willingly granted it. Your heads tilted in unison, and one of his hands found its way to the back of your neck, gently bending it to deepen the kiss. A throaty moan escaped your lips as his other hand on your hip squeezed you possessively.

For a brief moment, he pulled back, his breath hot against your skin, and he whispered with a mixture of desire and frustration, "You always manage to pick the worst timing to drive me so, so eager for you."

His lips trailed a scorching path down your cheek, following the delicate curve of your jawline. Each touch was an electric shock of sensation, sending shivers down your spine as the world around you seemed to blur, consumed by the fervent desire shared in this stolen moment.

“Don’t I?” You chuckled briefly. “It just means I’m winning.”

“How so?” He asks not to bother to stop his lips from connecting to your skin.

“You want to hear my master plan?”

“Do enlighten me.” His soft laugh lights a fire inside your stomach.

“The more you resist me, the more you want me… Have you noticed how close we’ve become in the last few days?” He stops himself in his tracks to look at you in the eyes with intrigue. “I am winning.”

“Must everything be a competition between the two of us?”

“To get what we both deeply want, it is not an option.”

“And what is it I want?” He smirks as if he could read you all too well.

“You don’t want to marry me for love and some other reason you refuse to talk about and I don’t want to get married at all, but duty is duty. But you do want me, which makes things complicated for us.” You breathe heavily when his teeth graze the skin of your neck. “So let’s meet in the middle. We can either keep denying each other’s needs and go our separate ways to college hoping to find better matches for us so we both marry for love, duty and what not, or we can give in and have our fun until college and then we find better matches. So you don’t have to marry me and you’ll be out of my hair. Two simple choices, one clearly more fun than the other, but riskier.”

He chuckles when he faces you again. “How so?”

“You’ll fall in love.” No, you would.

“With you?” He chuckles. “You’re pretty to look at, sure, but you get on my nerves too much for me to fall in love.”

“I gave you our options, it’s your choice. In a way I am not replacing you like you asked.” He crashed his lips to yours, his very own way to seal their deal.

“I won’t lose to you, y/n.” He whispered before his lips met yours once more.

“Neither will I.” You moan against his lips before you were picked up and carried on one of the pink velvet couches. He pried your pants off gently as his lips were still glued to yours. It was happening… You’d finally have Kyoya the way you wanted him ever since last time he kissed you.

He moved between your thighs and took his sweet time to kiss and nimble on both of them.

“You always assume I have better self control than I actually do.” He whispers before taking your underwear off. “I’m no better than any other man when it comes to you.” He smirks before dipping his head between your thighs. You huffed out a loud moan when he licked a stripe up your folds, before plunging his tongue right into your dripping heat. You snatched at his head, pulling his hair as your hips shifted against him— his nose nudging your clit.

He moaned against your cunt— the vibrations making that coil in your stomach tighten. He squeezed your thighs, running his tongue up your folds and swirling it around your clit, repeating this action a few times. You felt like you were in a dream, Kyoya pleasing you as a reward for your victory... or for his own pleasure. It didn't matter, he had accepted your deal and you were more than happy to give in to the tension between the two of you.

You felt yourself drawing tight, a thin sheen of sweat gathering across your bare skin. “Kyoya—” You came with a moan of his name, your hips stuttering against his face. You felt him groan beneath you, tongue working you through your orgasm.

After a long moment, Kyoya hovered over you. You smiled hazily at him. He hummed, pressing his mouth to yours. You couldn't believe what had just happened.

You could taste yourself on his lips, his tongue. You hummed a response, too busy stroking his cheek, feeling your own arousal sticky on your fingers. He pulled back briefly. “I won’t lose to you.” He repeated like it was an oath and you believed him for a split second.

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