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gamerbearmira · 2 years

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(SA cause no that's hilarious)

"Oh hello? Are you here for someone?" Alma asked smiling at the children of prominent and influential families in their community. She did not know why they were at her door but she was not going to be on anything but her best behavior with them around.

"We came to visit our friend if that is alright Dona." The son of the villages doctor outside of Julieta said adjusting his glasses a bit.

"Oh that is perfectly fine. I just wasn't expecting you is all. Please please come in." Alma said waving them in and wondering which of her grandkids were friends with these boys. Probably her perfect Isabela.

"We wanted to surprise her." Two of the boys, the twin sons of the seamstress in town if she wasn't mistaken, said grinning.

Alma merely chuckled and waved them all in. Of course her Isabela had made friends with the sons of the wealthiest and most influential. She expected nothing less.

"Please make yourselves at home. I'll be-"

"Guys?!" The voice from the kitchen made Alma frown. Mirabel. Why was she on the kitchen and why did she seem shocked? Surely she knew of her sister's friends.

"Mira!" The influential boys all brightened up and swept past Alma to go and greet Mirabel.

"Oh if it isn't the smelly apes." Another person was standing beside Mirabel, two more flanking the taller girl. Almas eyes widened.

Why were the daughters of three families just as influential as the boys here? And with Mirabel?

"Oh great it's the Zuka club." Alma hears one of the twins mutter under his breath.

The tallest boy was striding towards Mirabel with a purpose and Alma watched as the son of the head captain gently cradled Mirabels face.

"You're injured. Who did it?" The boy asked his voice deep and solemn. Instantly all of the boys looked alert and pissed.

"Wait she's hurt?"

"Is that why didn't meet up with us in town?"

"Who hurt my beloved Mirabel!?"

"Hm."

"Are you okay Mira?"

Alma watched as the boys fussed over Mirabel in detached shock while she gave an amused sigh and reassured them she was fine and it wasn't anything to worry about.

"I think a grown man your mother's age belting you in the face and breaking your jaw is something to worry about Angel. But at least the Zuka club was there to help and get some justice done on the man. Unlike you boys." The tall girl said and a smaller blond girl that Alma vaguely recognized as the daughter of the fruit seller, the biggest produce producer and seller, was already poking Mirabel into eating another arepa.

"Give me a name." The shortest boy, wasn't he supposed to be a fighting prodigy? He was the son of the security corps..he looked so young..., Said and his voice was cold and stern.

How...how did her giftless useless granddaughter know these children of prominent families?!

NAH CAUSE ALMA REALLY THOUGHT HUH 💀💀

She was so surprised when she saw them gushing over her. Absolutely floored. Like omg, the giftless one has friends, who are very influential 😦 how dare she!1!!!11! Surprised she didn’t: realize befor,e but then again, she pays pretty little attention to her, so there’s that. Host club and Zuka club def compete for Mirabel’s attention and she’s just like “all of y’all are my friends”.

Istg if Alma tries something, Imma put her on a shirt 😩

Anyway have the weird??? Continuation idk. Something that came to my mind, and I kinda rushed it, so excuse any bad writing dawg 😩

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As Mirabel was being fussed over by both the Host Club and Zuka Club, Alma thought hard for a moment, before she ultimately backed out of the room, leaving the group of teenagers alone.

"Really, I'm fine! Beni, Suzu and Hina took care of him and I ate some of my mama's food! So I'll be fine," Mirabel said as Suzuran placed yet another arepa into her hand.

"Fine. But if I find out who did this to you, I won't spare him," Honey said darkly, before he suddenly perked back up and hugged Mirabel tightly.

"Hm yes...anyway. We've actually come on another occasion. We need to discuss your party that's in 8 months." Kyoya said, looking down at a couple pieces of paper he had on him.

"Party?" Mirabel asked curiously.

"Yes. Your quinceañera of course. We need to know the theme so we can be properly dressed and what time so we can arrive on time." Kyoya said, slightly confused at how Mirabel seemed to surprised at what he said.

"Ah...about that. I don't...I don't think I'll be getting one." Mirabel said, visually dejected.

"WHAT?!" Almost all of them yelled out, save for Mori, but even he look shocked.

"What do you mean you won't be getting one?!" Benio said, hands on her hips as she stared at Mirabel.

"Well...my family is just so busy, and no one ever stuck around to plan with me in the past 2 years. You guys are actually the only ones outside of mi papa and Toñito to ask. But it's ok! They're always so busy, so I'll just have to have a small party or something..." Mirabel tried her best to look optimistic, but it was clear to those surrounding her that she was genuinely hurt.

"We'll plan it." Tamaki said and all eyes were on him. "We'll do all the planning to your liking and we'll get everything ready in time. I will not let you go without a quince. It is a right of passage, and you deserve it more than anyone."

"W-What? You don't have to do that, it's way too much, I couldn't accept that! I couldn't pay you back, there's the food, the dress, the party decorations...and Abuela will never let it happen at Casita," Mirabel frowned, panic present in her voice.

"Well we handle the location." Kyoya said, adjusting his glasses. "Mori, Honey, could you ask the captain if he could have the town square cleared for March 6th?" Mori nodded and Honey enthusiastically gave a thumbs up.

"I can handle the food catering," Suzuran said, flipping her blond hair. "I'll just ask my parents to help cater to the party, it shouldn't be a problem."

"And I can handle your cake! My father is the best baker in the village, so we can go back to my place together and plan it out." Hinako said, smiling gently at Mirabel.

"But...there's the decorations and..." Mirabel trailed off when she noticed Tamaki perk up.

"Have you met me? My precious Mirabel, I'll take care of that. You just choose a theme and I'll have it done like that," he said, snapping his fingers.

"Well...I won't be able to finish my dress on time! I have to tend to Casita and do other stuff, I only have the design written down," Mirabel argued, trying to refute her friends' attempts to give her a party out of guilt.

The twins laughed, throwing their arms over Mirabel. "That'll be no problem! We can got your dress," Hikaru said, pinching Mirabel's cheek.

"Our mom loves you, and once she hears that you need a quince dress, she'll put it at the top of her projects list. Just hand over the design and we'll have our mother make it," Kaoru finished, pinching her other cheek.

"I...I don't have a court," Mirabel said slowly.

"We'll be your court," Tamaki said, pulling a rose from God knows where, and tucking it gingerly into Mirabel's ear, sweep her into a ballroom like dance. "We'll be the best court, better than any of your cousin or sisters'," Tamaki, letting Mirabel go, her landing right back into the center of the group. Both the Host and Zuka club might be rivals, but they were willing to put that aside if it meant Mirabel could be happy.

"For music we'll ask the local band to play, and as for your first dance and changing of shoes, we'll inform your father of what will be happening, along with your cousin, Antonio." Kyoya said as wrote something down. "You may inform your other...family...if you wish, but its ultimately up to you."

The girl stuttered, trying to find words as she looked among the Host and Zuka Club members. Tears welled up in her eyes and they were all over her again as she cried into her hands.

"Why are you crying little Angel?" Benio said, moving to wipe the tears from Mirabel's eyes.

"I'm...I'm just so happy and grateful...no one's ever done something this nice for me before," Mirabel whimpered, sniffling. "Thank you! So much..." She said before sobbing harder, and both of the groups smilied as they continued to comfort the girl.

#encanto #my asks are open #my asks #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #ouran high school host club #ohshc #ohshc zuka club #encanto host club #eww #whateva

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tsuminiochiiru · 2 months

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e-ZUKA Birthday Event

#ロデオ組 presents🎉生ロデ♪ e-ZUKA BIRTHDAY SPECIAL 2024🎉配信終了しました🙌たくさんのご視聴・お祝いありがとうございました✨配信チケットはただ今販売中です。アーカイブ配信までお待ちください。🔻ご購入はコチラhttps://t.co/mpnNxTzL2z pic.twitter.com/zuorMlx6WZ— ロデオ組公式 (@TEAMRODEO0701) February 22, 2024

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#birthday #e-ZUKA #飯塚昌明 #谷山紀章 #fan club #iizuka masaaki #KISHOW #live streaming fan club event #ro-gumi #taniyama kishou

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ohmalon · 2 years

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everyone says episode eight is bad like episode nine isn't ten times worse ... episode eight isn't even bad. tamaki apologized for being insensitive..... episode nine, on the other hand—

#did we forget how the zuka club was compared to n@zis???#and tamaki's adam and eve remark #i understand what they were trying to do but........#ohshc #ouran high school host club

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genderqueer-karma · 1 year

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still can’t believe the zuka club (anime vers.) wanted local genderweird freak haruhi fujioka to go to t*rf school w/ them

#yo it's d :)#and yes they are t*rfs #and when i call haruhi a freak i mean it affectionately. what am i if not they’re number one supporter.#ohshc #don’t perceive me while i ouran post please #like… i genuinely feel so bizarre about their (zuka club) portrayal #but ykw. those mfs would be t*rfs. their obsession w/ haruhi’s ‘abandonment’ of femininity is a huge red flag for that shit #also i only censored that word bc last time i used it in a post while minding my business i got harrassed :///

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kyriati · 1 year

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Ouran has a lot of things in it that are really cringe and sometimes Really Yikes in it, especially in our current social climate, but it's still good and fun so kiss kiss fall in love ya filthy animals

#mostly it's just cringy outdated language #but the zuka club has become seriously yikes-worthy

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lizardrosen · 5 months

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ok it feels a little odd to self promote in your asks, but i haven't seen you in my notes in a bit and wanted to let you know if you missed it that i started a new ODAAT fic project last month! another, longer, alvareider AU up on AO3. ouran OT3 would be fun but needs to wait until penelope & schneider get their happy ending, or i'll never finish anything lol

i'm happy for you to self promote and i'm happy to promote on your behalf: hey everyone, threegee is writing a really good alvareider au and if you like odaat at all you should read it!!!

i've been rotating your earlier reply in my head since i got it, the one about alvareider and the cross-cultural, cross-class aspect of their relationship, and the power they have over each other that they don't abuse, and the way penelope punches up at schneider a lot and figures he can take it.

then it cross-pollinated with your thoughts about ouran host club, and i started thinking about how any fic shipping haruhi with any of the hosts that goes beyond a fluffy one-shot is going to eventually bump up against the power and class dynamic. it doesn't need to be a huge focus, but it's definitely there around the edges all her interactions.

that would be especially true with tamaki, who has the most direct power over her because of her debt but seems unaware of it; and kyoya, who's extremely aware of the financial leverage he's got, and presses on that in pointed ways, but also comes to truly respect haruhi. they're not her landlords and can't literally kick her out of her home, but that's still one hell of a relationship factor! (plus there's everything about the beach episode, but that's more than i'm willing to grapple with if i tried to write this ot3, at least at first)

thinking also about how the hitachiin twins initially think that tamaki is just collecting his richest and most influential classmates, but he genuinely just wants to be friends with all of them, and how he sort of does the same thing with haruhi and is then very upset when he considers that he may have been demanding too much of her time.

...now i just want to rewatch ohshc.

#friendship is great!#glintglimmergleam #one day at a time #odaat #ouran high school host club #ouran host club #while That Scene was very upsetting i do have to admire how deftly it set the foundation for the overall tone of the show to shift later on #most of the episodes remained light and silly but the fact that they'd already opened questions of gender and power and vulnerability #meant you could see those factors more clearly even when it wasn't the focus; iirc the zuka club was introduced in the very next ep

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honeysunai · 1 year

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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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More Ouran redesigns!

Below the cut, listen to me ramble about the art choices I made in the redesigns, please. (Honey, Yasuchika, Kasanoda, Renge)

+A little sketch of Haruhi & Tamaki 😊

I redid Honey's because I was so unhappy with the first version, but I like this one a LOT more. He kinds of looks like an idol, but I'm not mad at it lol

The main thing I don't like about the canon design of Honey is that he looks like a literal child (wow new idea alert) and somehow in my first redesign I didn't get rid of that problem?? And I just didn't like the way that one turned out art-wise.

So! This time, I made his face a lot less round and decided to give him shorter hair in a more natural/ash blonde color. Instead of going full l*lita, I was aiming more for "soft boy" & I spent a good minute just coloring his eyes so they look pretty magical (or a bit creepy, I can't tell lol) but I wanted him to have long pretty lashes. Also, I added a little scar on the bridge of his nose to hint at his hidden violent side

(That shirt is entirely improvised lmao)

Anyway, Yasuchika!

I always felt kind of bad for him (for that one episode that he appeared lol), so I wanted to lean into the fact that he's kinda bitter Honey left the Judo club but still admires him a lot.

I had to remember what he looked like first, but I actually really like his design in the manga so its practically the same lol. The hair is slightly different though. And, it's subtle, but his hair is bleached here as a tiny nod that he wants to be more like his brother, though he didn't go full blonde. And since their hair and eyes are different, I now headcanon that they have different moms, because I can and it tugs at my heartstrings for some reason.

Now, Kasadona's and Renge's were done kind of a while ago, so the art is marginally worse imo, but anyway

Onto Kasanoda!

Another character that I always loved and felt sad about! This time he has two episodes, I think.

Since it's important to his character, I had to keep him looking scary, but that doesn't mean I couldn't make him look sad too! I love aiming for subtle expressions lol, I remember this one was really fun.

I can't tell you why I made his hair wavy/curly, I just wanted that, but those little shaved bits at the corners of his hairline were very intentional; it's meant to kind of mimic devil horns just to solidify that he's seen as kind of evil and whatever. And his eyes! I think that blizzard nickname/reputation (i can't remember) is really unique, so it exaggerates his cold glare.

(Trying to avoid saying 'kind of' so much, jeez)

Last up, Renge!

She also kind of looks like an idol, mostly 'cause of the pose and little sparkle, though. And oddly enough, I really didn't like her when I was originally watching the show (thought she was annoying lol) but I kind of adore her now because..

This girl is a nerd, she's silly, she's a cosplayer, a complete madwoman, and girl boss! (Character-wise, I only really take issue with the 'fuj*shi' 'y*oi stan' part, so that's cut for my version) But I really wanted to show that more fun, adventurous part of her, so she has pink dye on the underside, with her hair pulled into this big red bow.

I don't have many thoughts on her past what I already said, she just deserves to be cute and have fun. But I do think she should be in on the secret that Haruhi's a girl, and they should be good friends, the show is just lacking in girl friendships. (Excluding the Zuka club, they're full on lesbians and the show portrayed them so weirdly imo.)

(***I only censored some words cuz I don't want anything to end up in my feed lol)

#ouran redesigns #ouran high school host club #ohshc #mitskuni haninozuka #yasuchika haninozuka #renge houshakuji #ritsu kasanoda #my art #my fanart #33xhausted art

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the picture that saved y/n (an Indeed filler chapter)

➼ pairing: kyoya ootori x reader

➼ summary: the much desired backstory to a certain picture that saved you from an undesirable fate at the hands of the zuka club (see Lobelia Girls’ Academy Strikes Back! chapter).

➼ word count: 1.4k itty bitty :)

➼ what to expect: "Why can't you be spontaneous all the time?"

➼ warnings: very slight angst

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"I did it!"

Kyoya peeks up from the pages of his novel, brow quirked as you dart into his last class of the day. Thankfully, class has already wrapped up at the sound of the bell and he assumes you sprinted all the way here to arrive just as he's finishing up his last line. His classmates are mostly packed up and filtering out when you politely shove your way toward him.

You slap a packet of papers on his desk, "I told you I could do it! Even though everyone in my group did virtually nothing, we still got an A." You declare triumphantly, insistently shoving the paper toward Kyoya.

He shakes off his initial confusion and peers down at your aforementioned work, spotting the bright red A+ in the corner to confirm your statement.

"This is why I told you to group up with someone else." Kyoya fights a fond smile, glancing up at you smugly.

"Yeah, well, you're not in that class, are you? So, I let the first group that waltzed up to me take their pick."

"And was that a good idea?"

Your posture slumps, "No, no, it was not."

You quickly regain your excitement, "But! Countless hours poured into it myself, and fudging their data got us an A!" You giggle.

"And what if the sensei accuses you of fudging said data?"

"Then I'll sing like a bird and tell her I did all the work."

Kyoya shrugs, "Fair." He bookmarks his page and slips his book into his bag, rising to stand at your side, "Want to head over to my place? I can't imagine you'd want your father to ruin all that excitement you've got going on there."

You nod, "You're right. If that's okay, of course." You timidly await a response.

"When have I ever stopped you from-"

"Okay, let's go!" You haul him away by his wrist. Kyoya grunts, stumbling along behind you blindly.

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You stride into Kyoya's room like you've been there a million times and then some; which you have. You precious graded paper clutched tight in hand, you swing it to and fro, "I just can't believe I did a group project's worth of work and we still got an A+ and Sensei is none the wiser-"

You're cut off as Kyoya spins you around by your waist mid-step and presses his lips to yours insistently, his other free hand coming to cup your cheek. Your lips move with his once, twice, before he's pulling away and sliding past you to his clean white sofa, casually sitting down as if he hadn’t locked lips with you seconds ago.

You blink, stood in the middle of his room like a fool, "What was that for?" You finally manage to speak up.

"What was what for?" Kyoya takes the route of playing dumb.

"I know you're not stupid." You scoff, approaching him where he sits on his sofa.

He shrugs with a certain aura of nonchalance, "I find it endearing when you're excited."

Your cheeks flood with pink, stricken with speechlessness at his admission.

"Why can't you be spontaneous all the time?" You prop a lazy hand on your hip, eyeing him insistently.

"Then it wouldn't be considered spontaneous." Kyoya reminds smartly, shaking his head.

He props open his laptop, the monitor glowing with life as he immediately begins typing. Staring at his side profile, a mischievous little idea pops into your head and it takes every fiber of your being to suppress a triumphant simper. You slide your phone out of your pocket and cradle it discretely, hiding it from Kyoya's sharp sight as you lean back into the sofa, seemingly unbothered.

All of a sudden, you snatch his laptop off his lap without warning and it leaves him astonished, hands poised in mid-air, blinking silently.

Kyoya grunts as you push him by his shoulders to lie on his back along the length of the sofa. He tries his best to sit up as you perch yourself on his lap, unsheathing your phone with a menacing smile.

"What are you doing-" You push him to lay back down, a crimson red spreading over his cheeks and nose.

"Being spontaneous." You grin wickedly. Kyoya quickly realizes why your phone is poised over the two of you, immediately struggling, "Oh, no. You're not-"

You're surprisingly strong, taking his flailing arms by the wrists and shoving them back onto the sofa, much to his dismay. Amidst all of his squirming and struggling, you manage to swoop down and press your lips firmly and insistently to his, catching him off guard as his body stills considerably. Kyoya becomes lost enough in the feeling of your lips on his that he completely misses you snapping an embarrassing picture. His lips are slightly swollen as you pull away, glancing at your phone to inspect your newly most prized possession.

It all happened so quickly; Kyoya doesn't move to sit up even after you swing yourself off of him to sit beside him. His knees are bent after supporting your weight, arms lying beside his own head on the sofa, and glasses skewed.

Then, it hits him, "Did you just take a picture of that?"

You hum, "Mhm, we look great, don't we?" You flash the aforementioned photo to him. His face is considerably red and his eyes are squeezed tightly shut.

"Give me that." Kyoya lunges for the cell phone, but you're quicker than that, holding it out of his reach.

"No, way, you're just going to delete it." You scoff.

"y/n, I'm serious-" He lunges again, nearly falling over your lap in his efforts.

"Come on, Kyoya, it's cute."

"Please, y/n."

You blink, the desperation in his voice catching you by surprise. An intense wave of guilt and sympathy floods your chest and your playful expressions softens when your eyes fall upon his, accentuated by furrowed brows, cheeks a light pink color.

"Okay, I'm sorry." You allow him to watch you delete the photo, and the screen defaults to your next most recent screenshot: a webpage full of research for your finished project.

Kyoya sighs, pulling himself to sit up beside you, adjusting his glasses with an intense glint.

You cradle your phone in your lap, drawing a lip between your teeth as you slightly cave in on yourself, heart pulsing dully.

The silence is deafening. You cradle your arms to yourself as your gaze is trained on the floor below you.

You clear your throat bravely, "I'm sorry." You repeat with a true sense of apologeticness. Kyoya peeks at you through his peripheral vision, determined to hide his trembling hands from your sight.

"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I... really like you, and sometimes I feel like that's not reciprocated so when it is, I get a little excited. I'm sorry." For the third time, you apologize in a small voice.

Kyoya allows a breath to escape from between his lips that he was unaware was trapped in his throat, cautiously glancing at the back of your turned body with soft eyes.

With all of his courage, he takes you by your upper arm and turns you to face him. Once your head is tilted back to look into his eyes, he removes his hand from your arm and takes your face in his grasp, gently connecting your lips with his in the most tender way. It almost feels as if there's nothing there, but the distinct feeling of Kyoya's pillowy lips keeps you grounded.

He pulls away only just, giving you each barely space to breathe before pressing his forehead to your own.

"I really like you, too. Would you mind being patient with me?"

And just like that, every morsel, every fragment of doubt leaves your body in a great exodus and you feel as though you'll never have another reason to doubt him ever again.

"Of course." You nod, cheeks still cradled in his gentle hands.

Kyoya cracks a smile, lips tugging upward when he gazes into your wide, sparkling eyes. He pulls you closer, past his face and into his body. Your arms slither instinctively around his middle and your face is shielded in the crook of his neck.

Deeply inhaling, deeply exhaling in sync. The calm is restored, and you are both content. Outside, the wind blows and the sun beats down, but neither of you are paying nature any mind. Only listening to the heartbeats and soft breaths the other person gives off.

🎵I run and run a thousand miles, and I am barely breathing. Only the fuel of a passionate heart keeps this body strong and moving forward.

Could it be I found a place to rest? How far until I’m OK?

Trees of the town reveal the time has come once again to shift our shade and colors. 🎵

🎵The world always changes around us but weakness will always remain;

Through all the pain, believe in who we are right here and now! 🎵

🎵Raise one hand to the sky; raise them both lift them high!!

And you’ll cut through the darkness make it go!

The time to start is now! And I can show you how.

Start with me, and the world will be even bigger than ever before. 🎵

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