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Ash had drawn a heart around the words “I love you too” while he wasn’t looking. When he looked back to her, she winked, then gestured to the whiteboard with her nose. Brian silently looked back at it, then down to his notes, and jotted down the words “I love you” in response to hers. Eventually, he felt the paper move, then come back, the words “I love you too, too,” beneath his declaration.

“I love you like fresh meat loves salt,” he wrote, then passed it back to her. He saw her raise an eyebrow out of the corner of his eye, then slowly turn to him; he gestured at the whiteboard with his nose, and she huffed, scribbled, and slid the paper back.

“I love you enough to not hold the idea that you think that’s romantic against you,” she’d written.

"Wh... Who are you?"

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I couldn't resist. 🙇‍♀️ Here's another quick scene I made for the body swap concept, this one directly inspired by your inquiries!

A little gift for @pianokantzart, who seemed especially invested in Luigi's side of the story.^^ Enjoy!

NEVERLAND IN AUGUST

I often tell myself I will no longer partake in writing tae fics bc they always turn out excessively angsty and melodramatic, and yet, I find myself here, time and time again.

short version: kth and poor decisions. salty air. beach shore. never meant to be. exchanges that slipped away into moments in time. a secret well kept, and then fallen into oblivion. seashells. skinny dipping. august, except it's not. you, except you are not mine. us, except there is no such thing. you were never mine to keep, or to lose. 

tae's got a neverland complex. doesn't wanna grow up, bc it means leaving behind his freedom, but worst of all, you. or something like that.

proceed, if you are interested in the long version.

wc: 3.7 k

tracklist: 'August' by Taylor Swift

tense and POV: 2nd person and past

You are so easy to fall back into, as though we are molded to fit one another, a lock to its key, and it shouldn't be this easy to self-destruct.

Taehyung slipped away into the night when the crowd had settled and turned its eyes blind; when the topics of conversation had shuffled from his career and marital prospects to rather pettier, popular culture developments.

He averted curious gazes amidst the crowded streets as he meandered aimlessly. Like a compass with a damaged needle, he spun indefinitely, pressed tight between bodies. No sense of direction.

With a flighty gaze, he scoured the surrounding, illuminated buildings for an anchor, a sort of lighthouse, some sort of sign to pierce his attention, slap him hard across the cheek as the ground would if he would only stop falling. If the ground were to catch him and hold him, rather than cave beneath his feet.

Gloomy, dim eyes searched past the silhouettes of the skyscrapers, past the nomadic clouds, which veiled the moon's luminous halo, attempting to make out faint stars freckling the sky.

Not just any stars.

Polaris - a stable point, axis, around which the rest of the world's body falls and rises.

The star he'd chased with his siblings through the playgrounds long ago.

The clouds were too vast and dense, as were the crowds pressing in around him. Suddenly, he felt painfully sympathetic of Polaris's condition; the world seemed to start spinning around him, too; the ground at his feet warping with each unsteady step.

He didn't want to be central, polar. He wanted to be a fuzzy margin, ambiguous, never quite a start, never quite an end. The horizon.

He wanted to be too many things in life, and nothing at all, at once. It was dizzying, to say the least, to be tugged in every direction. To have so many quarreling voices beckoning your attention.

Sometimes he wished he could split himself into a million little versions. Split the burden between them.

He just wanted it to stop. The spinning. The encompassing chatter. The omnipresent stares. All of it.

He dipped into a gas station with a neon sign for a header and pulled the cheapest bottle of red wine from its rack. Rolled it over the counter towards the register clerk along with his upturned ID, only his thumbpad mostly covered his picture and name.

It was a quick swivel, quick enough for the clerk to nod in recognition he was of age; not long enough for them to register the reputation behind the name, the face;

not long enough for a light to flicker in their distant gaze and their mouths to fall slack in awe.

With a lazy grip on the bottle's neck, he swayed and weaved through the saturated streets, often slamming shoulders, until he sank into a dim alley, save for an overhead flickering neon sign, similar to that of the gas station, only just one flicker short of giving out.

He padded his way out to a quieter, sleeping street, and found himself a vacant bench to collapse onto.

It was finally dark, and quiet, and the margins of the world had seemed to settle about him.

There, he conjured up an affair with the shadows until he grew to question whether he'd become one. Whether the star-freckled clouds had encompassed and carried him away, to some distant Neverland. A place that could offer him an eternity to figure out the calls and wants of his heart.

His parents had omitted a truth from him. They'd omitted many through his development, opting for sugar-coating existence, but of all the ones, this one was unforgivable. 

They had never mentioned how it is like the air in your lungs dissipates with each passing year. A blind habit forms: you start holding your breath just to get through a couple of gruesome hours, a shift, the day.

You wait for the afternoon to catch it again, but then the afternoons start growing burdensome in a way uniquely their own. It grows, the weight on your chest, drowns you and kills you slowly. 

In his brief recollection tonight, he supposes they'd been unconvincing in their pretensions. They'd never blatantly admitted this truth but had often insinuated it.  

He should have looked closer, not forsaken the fine details.

He would have noticed the drawn bags lining their eyes, the burst capillaries on the ivory margins.

He would have felt the exasperated sigh leaving their lips while bracing their weight against the counter, just trying to stand another day. 

He could feel that helpless sigh, now. Infact, it had grown to become his. 

A sigh which seeped into the quiet night. 

Quiet, safe for the whir of cars on the highway, a couple of miles back; safe for the chirp of crickets nestled amidst bushes, shrubs.

Quiet, safe for the sudden exclaim of a nearby branch, snapped under unannounced weight. 

Taehyung stiffened and used the bottle that had been resting on his thigh as leverage, in case he'd need to spring upward and dash -though, it would likely be less of a dash, more of a stumble and awkward trot away given his inebriation.

"Boo!" 

He didn't startle, much too inhibited to have reacted within the acceptable timeframe.

Or simply, too unbothered.

Instead, he turned his head with a lazy, drunken gaze and there you were -- his Neverland on Earth, stardust lining your eyes, a shard of magic and dream and impossible possibilities amidst a limiting world.

The stars surely envied you. 

You kicked the air, standing, waiting awkwardly, as if for an invitation from him to sit. You weren't sure if he'd appreciate you intruding on his hideout, even if it was a vacant restaurant patio, with rusted chairs and overgrown ivy.

"They are losing their minds looking for you, you know?" 

"They are?" A smug smile tugged on the corner of his glistening lips. "Let them." He proceeded to lick the gloss away, tasting the bitterness of residual liquor with subtle tones of sweet vanilla and tart cherry. "Are you gonna tattle on me?"

He swung down the leg he'd had outstretched on the bench, opening a space for you. Welcomed your presence. 

Your original reluctance dissipated, formerly pinched shoulders relaxing. 

"I already did," you flaunted, lied, made your way across the patio, crunching over shattered stone. 

As you lowered yourself onto the seat, he gestured the opaque bottle at you, whirling the contents around. 

"If I'm going down..." he started, holding back a hiccup behind puckered lips. For an instant, his face twisted, as if bile had crept up the column of his throat.

He swallowed hard, and quarreled with the nausea wringing his stomach. "I might as well not remember any of it."

You'd feel nauseated, too, leading his life.

Sure, it was glimmery and luxurious, alluring and comfortable by every physical means, with everything imaginable so carefully crafted and tailored. The perfect life.

It was all pretend, shallow. A gilded cage is only ever still a cage, a prison, confinement.

It wasn't him - not the him that you knew. He was a free bird, meant to take flight.

The him that you knew would be up for spontaneous drives to the shore. He'd get lost out of an insistence to avoid using navigation systems. He'd blast every genre of music through the speakers, and somehow recall every lyric, even the ones that were in a foreign tongue. 

The him you knew, would leave his shoes at every corner, flinging them off with irritability, complaining about how sore they made him, managing to turn it into a debacle on how suffocating it is to be trapped.

He'd walk on coarse gravel, all through the city. Come home with the filthiest soles, nothing short of charcoal. He'd defy every norm with the lightest of smiles, come spewing to you about the sights he saw on his adventures, the people he'd met, how he'd played soccer with a couple of kids from the neighborhood, how their mother had served him some jiggae and how it reminded him so much of home.

Then he'd guffaw, shake his head and tell you that it was weird how he could recognize the familiarity of home when he'd never really met it. 

But you were, of course, biased in your belief that the only version of him that existed was the one he showed you. You didn't really - or simply didn't want to - accept that this version could be the manifestation of a persona, a theatrical mask meant to distract something deeper, more fragile, genuine, and lost.

Your accepting company allowed him to be a different version of himself, but it wasn't entirely the truest one.

"Get up." You slapped his thigh and turned the bottle he'd handed over, letting its maroon content pour onto the cement, stain it beyond repair. "I want you to remember tonight." 

He groaned, collapsing his head onto his hands and ruffling his hair into a nest. "I had been enjoying that!" 

"That..." You shifted your gaze to the ground and then back up at him, brows pinched in question. You couldn't possibly be referring to the same thing. "No one could possibly enjoy that. Abominable." You shuddered.

"It was cheap," he justified. 

"You act as if you have no money."

"I don't! It's their money." He thrust both arms into the open air, gesturing to his puppet masters, to the strings sewn into his elbows and wrists.

At all times, he was being watched fall apart at the seams, and was scrutinized. The same life which had been breathed into his infantile lungs, never felt his. Instead, it reminded him of a plotted strategy on a chess board game drawn out for added torture. It wasn't a single, one-time commitment; it was a lifetime of sustaining choices that would remove him further from himself.

"Enough self-pity for one night. Come on." You rose, knees creaking a little. "Let's go." 

"Where to?" He beckoned, still planted on the bench. 

"Somewhere. Anywhere. Nowhere." The offer hung in the air, open to endless possibilities. Potential twinkled in your starry eyes; a million wishes and dreams birthed in a second. 

You smiled, and stardust gathered on your tear line, rained down and dusted his sullen limbs until he was floating, made weightless, trailing after you.

"Neverland."

"What?"

"Let's go to Neverland."

You snickered and it was as if bells chimed, rang, jingled.

"What are you - Have you gone mad?"  Taehyung hissed, dancing his weary gaze across his immediate surroundings. He'd rapidly grown weary, careful of an audience bearing witness to the spectacle you were putting on, in your lacy underwear. Locks of hair danced around your figure in response to a cool oceanic breeze gathering to greet you.

"I am pretty sure this is illegal. Illegal, T."

T, as in Tinker Bell, his personal version of a rose-tinged fairy, with a volatile temper, particularly when things don't follow your script.

Incredulously, Taehyung continued to mumble beneath his breath. The cyclical breath of the sea drowned his protests.

Your bra collapsed onto a mound of sand, forcing his lips mute. Like a fish hauled out of the water, his lips smacked open, shut, then open again, failing to close around the ghost of words he'd thought to say but suddenly drew blank on.

Cheeks burning flushed in that so fae way, you dipped your chin behind the curtain of your hair. 

You shut your eyes for what you were about to do. Mustered the courage to follow through, to not feel vulnerable under his gaze. 

Taehyung's unwavering gaze followed your hands down, before trailing up so fast he saw stars spinning around his field of vision. He felt he'd been thrown into Van Gogh's Starry Night.

Slowly, apprehensively, he let his eyes cascade over your silhouette, which grew smaller in the distance as you raced to the sea, desperate to hide in its embrace. 

Growing envious of it, Taehyung ripped his top off his torso, and stumbled the length of the shore, quarreling with his trousers. 

In his boxers, he stopped close enough for the edge of the tide to graze the tip of his toes. Retracted at the sudden bite of cold. "You are mad, woman." It's no longer a question.

"Look who's talking?" You twirled around, the water caressing your sides, sculpting you with as much love and delicate intent as a historic artist did his marble block. "Isn't this illegal?" 

And something in you fizzled, like the air bubbles frothing against your lips on the crystalline surface. It filled you with confusing pleasure to leave a mark on him. To corrupt him.

You hoped your touch on him - your influence - was permanent enough to outlive all that would proceed. Permanent and deep like etchings on tree barks, or indentations on freshly cemented sidewalks.

The panic in his gaze had long dissipated. It blended into a palette of emotions. All unnamable, indistinguishable, but utterly mesmerizing, nonetheless, much like the colorful horizon behind you. 

Delight. Amusement. Fascination. A twinge of flippant anger. 

You drive me mad, woman.

Orange sherbet. Strawberry pink. Lavender lilacs. 

Mad enough to rouge his own cheeks.

You'd like to stare long enough to acquaint yourself with each and every one of them. To name them all, and find where one starts, and the other ones trails off. 

But the thought of staring, steadily into his gaze makes you restless, short of breath. As if there isn't enough air in the entire atmosphere to satiate your lungs.

You can't name the way he looks at you; it's foreign, but not frightening in its oddity. Still, you can recognize its danger, in that it's not a known way to look at friends.

You reclined your head onto the surface of the water, much as you would against your pillow after a long day. "Oh, it's heavenly, Tae." With your arms outstretched like the limbs of starfishes on the ocean floor, you floated. The salty medium carried the voice of the sea directly into your ears. The sound of your breathing and the beating of your heart amplified.

A bizarre reminder that you were indeed alive.

Splashing and thrashing echoed across the sea, and you instinctively curled in on yourself to find Taehyung visibly grimacing at the cold state of the water.

"Why did I ever think following you was a good idea?"

You beamed, droplets of the salty sea clinging to your lashes, where they refracted the setting sun, and it's like stardust in broad daylight all over again.

"You have to do it all at once. Don't think. Just do," you encouraged, watching as the delicate, thinly defined muscles of his torso flexed and twitched over the surface of the water. 

His gaze was devoid, save for deeply creased brows caught in contemplation. A war with the limits of sensation. He held his arms linked over his chest to preserve heat, or perhaps hide his vulnerability.

Water pooled in the cup of your hand, which you splashed in his direction, aimed right at his handsome frown.

Victory ignited like an ember amidst your eyes. 

He grew to shudder a few arms' length from you. Broad and strong shoulders quivered helplessly.  

"You!" Then, those burnt-honey eyes pierced yours. Glaring. Fixed. 

The cupid-bow lining his upper lip momentously twitched as he repeated himself "You-" His words stumbled over unstable, shallow breaths.

You withdrew into the water's embrace and watched attentively, as the waterline climbed up his finely detailed torso. Outstretched arms grew nearer. Burnt-honey eyes widened in a vengeful craze. Ivory teeth became bared underneath strawberry-red lips. 

A frightened giggle of yours bubbled the water's surface rimming your chin. 

Finally, with an inhale of courage, Taehyung lunged forward, took the blow of the cold front on, and wrapped you in his arms. His weight sunk you beneath the surface. You were a pair of tangled anchors.

Not having stored a breath in your lungs, you squirmed and kicked in his old. His groans were muted by the harrowing echoes of the abyss beneath the sea. 

Strong arms tightened around you and hauled you out. You broke the surface with a desperate gasp, choking for breath between giggles. 

Laughter echoed in his chest, and reverberated through you. It reminded you of the waves and siren songs you grew up believing resided within conch shells as a pig-tailed kid. 

Since having shed your milk teeth and tolerated the gnaw of growing pains that accompanied such loss, you'd given up on childish fables of that kind.

On trips to the shore, there weren't hidden siren songs in the colorful conch shells you held up to your ear. There was only your younger sister cackling beside you, calling you a fool - but only after having tried it for herself first. 

But much as you had convinced yourself siren songs didn't exist inside the shells, you'd also convinced yourself you'd never hear that laugh again. Somber. Baritone. A tad boyish, in the way it would crack unpredictably. So wholly yours. It was a tune you'd looped in your memory from the very first instance you'd heard it.

In that split-second, with his hands fanned over your hip bones, and half-moon eyes tenderly fixed on yours, the fables did not seem so farfetched. New possibilities were solidifying at the tip of your fingers. Your fingers grazed the apples of his cheek. 

The possibilities were whispers in the crest of your ear. 

You'd only needed to get far enough from the bustling commotion of the city to hear them, to realize they'd always been there. 

An abstract somethingness would always exist between you two, just barely palpable.

The champagne had a mildly scorched aroma undermining its light fizz. You grimaced as it burned its way down your throat.

On any given night, you would much prefer a cup of tea to pair with the sacred act of slipping into bed; green, chamomile, on occasion, even aromatic Tulsi. 

But tonight, you weren't trying to sleep, to ease a mild case of insomnia. Sleep would rob you of time both of you knew you didn't have.

After a couple of swigs from the dark bottle, your skin began to buzz. A denseness subtly amounted over you, as though honey were dripped over your body, every move lubricated, viscous.

Your legs were warm, draped over his in a languid, but intimate manner - almost grounding in nature, as if you were his anchor. You tethered him to the present pleasures, kept his mind off the anxious tomorrows. 

His lips were sweet on yours and at times a hint bitter, like something you shouldn't have taken pleasure in tasting. A poison, that grows tolerable the more you ingest, but not any less deadly.

The tolerance being an illusion, an influence of the poison over you, foreshadowing its impending triumph, as you relinquish your willpower. 

That's it. You were dwindling under its influence. Your mind grew heavy, like your limbs, with intoxication. 

It was no longer bitter.

Rather, it became cloying, and you were innately and undeniably insatiable. 

Taehyung hoisted your hips to reposition them over his, desiring your proximity. Possibly as equally intoxicated. The question hung over your heads in the shape of a watchful moon.

Who was the poison? 

The hold on you was rough, but harmless. It was the gentlest rough-grip you have ever been subjected to. You allowed it. 

"I shouldn't do this." Your shallow breath ghosted his swollen lips in torment. 

He nuzzled the distance in desperation, and you obliged, tasting him apprehensively.

Just one peck. 

Then, another. 

And, what if, perhaps you held his lips in place with adoration and reverence. Held them in a warm hug, as if to shield them from the cool breeze blowing in from the sea. 

Would that have been such a crime?

The set of trespassers that tore through your blouse certainly were (criminal). They robbed you of any and every modicum of self-restraint.

You were no longer holding his lips. You had long since graduated to a sculptor, molding them to your will with each measured graze. Simultaneously, you started to circle your hips over his, back and forth, round around. 

"We should stop." Taehyung breathed raggedly into your neck. "Tell me to stop," and it came across as half-plea, half-demand.

You defied him, pulled him close, your breasts flushed against his sturdy chest.

You were definitely the poison.

You were a corrupt, filthy little thing. Loved it when he called you out on it. 

Tonight, he held you like you were something, someone sacred, like you were ceramic at risk of shattering in his hands.

You wrestled his gentle touch, wanting him to defile as he'd done enough times before for it to not be mistaken with error, overwhelming tempation.

You were temptation embodied, but he never once feigned sanctity.

Equally so, if not more, you deeply desired to defile him, to permeate every inch of him until the crime became undeniable. 

Fast, is how it unfolded.

But is there any better way to go?

Live fast, die young, right? Shine so bright you burn out. A phenomenal supernova. Watchers gathered to experience a historic event. 

There certainly wasn't an absolute right or wrong way to go.  But, if there had been, Taehyung was certain that way was fast. To burn like the dozens of stars in the sky, framing the quaint balcony. One moment there, the next gone. 

He knew that his departure approached just as quickly as dawn brightened the horizon. He knew you weren't oblivious to this fact.

Something in him winced at the thought of putting you through it again.

"Tell me to stop."

"Don't stop."

"Tell me to go," he almost begged, groaning as you kissed down the column of his neck. 

"Stay."

He wished he could. 

A ringtone blared across the room, funneling out through the creak between the balcony door and the frame. It said what neither could bring themselves to utter.

Taehyung marched out of the room, half-dressed, delirious but with a direction in mind.

And just like that, the bitter taste returned to overpower your senses.

The whispers in your ears, grew deceiving.

Deceitful little lies. Impossible possibilities.

The possibilities that had grazed your fingertips crumbled into mounds of sand. 

Sand, after all, is only ever withered shells.

Bets on Love

Masterlist

Chapter 1 

Preview:

October 1st is a date that Choi Seungcheol remembers like a good movie. It was the day his world shifted when he made a stupid mistake that ended with him falling in love with someone that was not apart of his world.

Choi Seungcheol was a feared man. Leader of the most powerful gang in his city, he had people eating out of his palm trying to please him. His gang of 11 men were feared, but they weren’t all bad, they were just young men hungry for power and lust. Because they were young, they were also stupid. Which brought them into the world of Yoon Jeonghan.

Oh Jeonghan. As precious as the rarest gems, and as gentle as a newborn kitten. He didn’t mix with Seungcheol and his gang. But that never meant he was an outcast. Jeonghan was popular, he didn’t want to be but he was. Sadly, he found himself to be the center of a stupid bet.

Bets On Love | 1

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Pairings: Jeonghan X Seungcheol

Story Warnings: eventual smut, mild angst, Cheol is a bit of a bitch at first, there’s a happy ending i promise

Jeonghan’s day started out as any other day, he woke up at 7 am, got ready for his new job at the floral shop, and after chowing down a bagel he walked to his job. So he believed that today would be an ordinary day, but he didn’t know that his day was about to be flipped on its axis.

Around the end of his shift, he started to hear loud voices outside. Being the nosy boy he is, he perked outside the shop window to see who was outside. He spotted six individuals, each of them sitting on or standing by a motorbike and clad in leather jackets that said ‘Seventeen’ on the back. His eyes raked over each of them, taking in their tall figures, but he didn’t pay attention much until the last person. Jeonghan swears he’s never seen a more handsome man. The man stood at around five foot ten, he had silver hair that looked like it was styled professionally, had dark brown eyes and he had a smirk on his face. Jeonghan couldn’t help but stare at this man up until the mans brown eyes moved to lock with Jeonghans silver-contacted ones through the floral shop window. Jeonghan gave a gasp and instantly looked away, occupying himself with drawing on a piece of paper, not noticing the handsome man nudge one of his friends, pointing at Jeonghan’s figure through the window. If he did, he would of seen how they smirked at each other and slid off their bikes, all six of them starting to make their way into the floral shop.

Seungcheol was a man who liked new things, and the man he locked eyes with inside the floral shop they were parked by was new to him. He knew of Joshua, the man who his friends, Mingyu and Hoshi, loved to annoy, but he has never seen this new man. He liked what he saw, at least. The man was dressed in a pink sweater, slightly hanging off his shoulder to expose his smooth, fair skin, he had a pink beret on top of his dyed white hair and had soft pink makeup littering his eyelids. Needless to say, this adorable man certainly peaked Seungcheol’s interest. He turned to Wonwoo, who was sat on the bike next to him and nudged him, “When did the floral shop get a cute new worker?” He asked him. Wonwoo shrugged, turning to the man Seungcheol pointed at, smirking as he raked over his body, “I don’t know, I thought it was just Josh. He is cute though.” Both of them nodded until a voice piped up from next to them, “Way too cute to go for you.” Wonwoo and Seungcheol turned instantly, locking eyes with a smirking Chan. Seungcheol rolled his eyes, “Oh yea? What makes you think I can’t get him?” He asked the cocky younger. “Have you seen yourselves? You’re the personification of the word ‘scary’, if the cute flower guy has any sense, he’ll stay away.” Chan teased them, gaining the attention of their other three friends, Hoshi, Mingyu and Seungkwan. Wonwoo’s smirk grew wider, eagerly tapping Seungcheol’s shoulder, “Lets make a bet then. If you can get him to go out with you and sleep with you by the end of the month, I’ll give you my card to spend on whatever for the day, and I’ll clean your bike for three months.” He said confidently. Seungcheol smirked, instantly shaking Wonwoo’s hand, “Oh, you’re so on, dude.” Neither of them noticing the disapproving look on Seungkwan’s face until he spoke up, “Are you two stupid? You’re making a bet about a human being that you guys don’t even know. That’s fucked up.” He scolded, sighing as they rolled their eyes, “Oh, Kwannie Hyung, you’ll understand when you’re older.” Chan said as they all got off their bikes. “I’m older than you, fucker!” He yelled. They all laughed and made their way into the shop, Seungcheol smirking with a new found goal.

Jeonghan didn’t know what to do with himself, he was standing there with these six good looking men walking around the shop to pass the time. He wasn’t alone, per-say, he had his best friend Joshua, who gave him the job, in the back room, prepping some floral displays, but he wasn’t about to call him out there just because he was a bit intimidated, he could only imagine the teasing he’d receive. He was too busy imagining things that he didn’t realize the man he was staring at was standing in-front of the counter.

He jumped as the man let out a whistle, waving his hand infront of Jeonghan’s face, “You good? You were staring into space.” He chuckled, and it was then that Jeonghan decided he has a favorite voice. “Oh..yeah, I’m okay.” He says shyly, not being able to look him in the eyes for longer than a few seconds. Seungcheol kept his smirk, about to say something else until he was rudely interrupted, in his opinion, by Hoshi and Mingyu. “Hey! Is Joshua here?” They ask the pretty boy behind the counter. “Josh? Yeah, he is. Let me go get him.” He says, walking to the back room, while Seungcheol glares at the two smirking men next to him.

“Josh?” Jeonghan asked, looking around for his friend. “I’m here.” He heard a voice call from the connected greenhouse. He peeks his head through the door, smiling at his best friend, “Hey, there’s some guys outside, two of them wanted me to come get you.” He shrugged at Joshua’s confused look before leading him back with him. Joshua openly groaned in annoyance when he saw the two wide smiled men that were leaning on the counter, but he couldn’t blame Jeonghan, he didn’t know. “Hoshi. Mingyu. Can I help you two?” He asks in his customer service voice that lets people know he’s only saying this because he has to. The two men smirked happily, Hoshi flinging an arm around Joshua’s neck, “Nah, baby, we just wanted to see our favorite boy!” He said, happily tugging him away from Seungcheol and Jeonghan. He knew that the bet would be impossible if Joshua was involved, so they decided to distract him in the best way they knew how. Annoyance.

Seungcheol turned back to the man, smirking softly, “I apologize for my friends, they’re a bit...slow.” He chuckles, ignoring the way his brain memorizes the giggle that the man let out. Jeonghan smiled softly, “It’s okay. Can I help you find something?” He asks him, remembering that he had a job he was supposed to be doing. Seungcheol chuckled and nodded, “Actually you can. You, me, date tonight at the new Italian place that just opened up. What do you say?” He asks confidently. Jeonghan looked like a fish, opening and closing his mouth in disbelief. He’s never been asked out before, he didn’t know how to act. “Uhh...I..I don’t even know your name..” he stutters out. Seungcheol chuckled and leaned a bit closer, “My names Seungcheol. What’s yours, babe?” He asked him. “Uhh...Jeonghan..Yoon Jeonghan.” He said shyly, a pink blush accenting his pink outfit. “That’s a pretty name.” Seungcheol said. “So? About that date?” He smirked, teasingly running his fingers through the white hair that was styled over Jeonghan’s forehead. ‘I’m so winning this bet’ he thought to himself, not noticing the man storming towards them.

Joshua was distracted, like they wanted, for a few minutes at least. Until he grew bored of answering Hoshi and Mingyu’s questions on what flower is what and trailed his eyes to Jeonghan, who currently had Seungcheol’s, who Joshua openly hated, hand under his chin. He gasped as he caught the last thing Seungcheol said and instantly moved out of Mingyu’s grasp, storming over to his friend, pulling him behind him. “No way in hell am I letting YOU anywhere near Jeonghan, S.Coups.” Joshua growled, refusing to call Seungcheol by his actual name. Seungcheol’s smirk instantly fell upon seeing Joshua. “Josh..what a pleasant surprise.” He said through gritted teeth. He was annoyed that his fingers couldn’t continue touching Jeonghan’s smooth skin but he told himself he was only annoyed at the interruption to his bet. Joshua glared at him, keeping the confused Jeonghan behind him. “If you don’t mind, Josh, I was having a conversation with your lovely new worker.” He said, throwing a wink towards Jeonghan, chuckling when he blushed harder, hiding himself behind Joshua. “Yes. Key word: Was. Now you’re not. Great story Coups.” He said harshly, “You’re gonna ask him on a date, butter him up, convince him to sleep with you and then you know what you’ll do? You’ll vanish. It’s all you ever do.” He growled at him. Seungcheol rolled his eyes, his annoyance growing larger, “Last I checked, Jeonghan’s an adult, is he not? He can make his own fucking choices, Joshua. So let him decide.” He said, standing up from leaning on the counter. “What do you say baby? You guys close in 20 minutes, how about you and I get on the back of my bike and I can take you out? Hmm?” Seungcheol asked, the five of his friends standing behind him.

As much as Joshua hated it, he knew Seungcheol was right. Jeonghan was 22, he was an actual adult who lived by himself and made his own choices. So with a defeated sigh he moved from infront of Jeonghan. “Sadly, he’s right. It’s your choice, Hannie.” Joshua said. Jeonghan didn’t know what he should do. One one hand, he refuses the charming man he just met who was clad in leather and he stays the same boring Jeonghan, on the other hand, he goes on the date, knowing that if he did then things about his life would change. Was he scared? Yes he was. He’s never been on a date, let alone talked to more people than Joshua and the occasional customer. He does know one thing, he doesn’t like that. He doesn’t like being the loner who was only popular because he was pretty. He wanted to be social and take risks and it seemed life was handing him the scariest risk he could take.

With a sigh, Jeonghan nodded his head. “One date, to see how it goes..okay?” He doesn’t know who he’s asking, himself, Seungcheol or Joshua, but both men nodded. Seungcheol smirked, “One date.” He said, smirking as he leans back against the counter. Joshua sighed softly, “We’re closing soon, if you want to go get ready to leave.” He said to Jeonghan, who nodded and hugged him. As he left to the offices, Joshua turned to Seungcheol with a deadly glare on his face. “I swear to god, S.Coups. If you hurt him, in any way, shape or form. I will personally kick your ass. You better make this the best date he’ll ever have.” He said seriously, never breaking eye contact with Seungcheol. Seeing how protective Joshua was made him wonder. Who was Yoon Jeonghan? Why did he have Josh this concerned? Seungcheol pushed his thoughts away, nodding his head, “Yeah, yeah, he’ll be fine Joshua. Don’t let your hair go gray.” He rolled his eyes. Joshua shook his head, turning to head back to the offices as well.

Seungcheol watched as the office door closed behind him, “I will personally let Joshua beat your ass when they find out this is all a fucking bet.” Seungkwan growls, extremely pissed at his friends. Hoshi nodded his head, “Yeah...I was for it until I saw how serious Josh was..maybe you guys should call this off.” He said. Wonwoo shrugged, “It’s Cheol’s choice. What do you say, bro?” Seungcheol thought for a bit, coming to the conclusion that Yoon Jeonghan was nothing to him. Just another number to add to the list, and he would be damned if he let this bet slip through his fingers. “It stays on. By the end of the month, Wonwoo’s card will be in my pocket and my bike will be cleaned. I’m fucking winning this. And don’t you dare say a word about it to them.” He told them, not noticing the disappointed looks Hoshi and Seungkwan gave him.

Kyoya’s Kitten | 1

Paring: Kyoya Ootori X Fem!OC

Summary: Mira Fujioka is nothing like her sister. She preferred dresses to pants, heels to sneakers and always tried her best to look her best. She and her sister got mixed in with the host club after an unfortunate incident involving a vase and some gay flirting and soon enough she becomes the Host Clubs precious Kitten. Along the way she gains some unforgettable friends and a possible love interest in the clubs infamous Shadow King.

Notes: please let me know if someone else posts this on any other platform because as of right now this is the only platform this is published.

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It was Monday afternoon and Mira Fujioka walked with her sister Haruhi to find a silent place to do some studying.

The girl was stunning, standing at five foot seven inches, she had long black hair, wide brown eyes filled with happiness and love. She was dressed in a pretty pink dress that stopped a little above her knees, she matched it with pink heels and a pink bow that kept her half up hairstyle up. She looked nothing like her sister who had shaggy brown hair and wore a dark purple sweater over a white dress shirt along with black pants and brown shoes. She felt bad but her sister looked like a guy who just didn't wanna try anymore. It was pitiful but it was her sister who couldn't care less what she looked like. It was quite amusing.

As they had to forgo another noisy library, both the girls sighed. "How hard is it to find a silent place?" The black haired girl irked. Haruhi chuckled at her sisters frustration, slipping her hand into her sisters. With a calming squeeze, she tugged her past the library, "Calm down. I'm sure we'll find somewhere to go." As she voiced that they walked by an abandoned music room. "How about this?" Mira asked, looking back at Haruhi with hopeful eyes, not wanting to walk around anymore. "An abandoned music room...might as well since it seems that this is the only quiet place." Haruhi shrugged, opening up the door as her sister peered over her shoulder. Mira realized quickly what a mistake that was as she was pelted with flying rose petals, letting out a yelp as she spit them out of her mouth. "Uhhhh...Haru?.." she said in awe, seeing 6 incredibly handsome men sitting and standing in the middle of the room. "You see the boys too, right?.." She mumbled to her sister who simply nodded her head before seeming to lose her mind, backing up against the now closed door a bit scared. "T-This is a h-host c-club?!" She whimpered out, hand letting go of Mira's, who was busy studying the room and it's occupants, to squirm against the door."

"Oh wow, it's a boy and a girl!" Mira heard in unison voices. Her interest peeked, she focused her attention on the boys. She noticed two orange haired twins, two blond boys, one tall and one rather small, and two ravenettes. She couldn't deny that they were handsome, probably why they're in a host club. "Hikaru, Kaoru? This young man is in your class, isn't he? While the lovely young lady is in Tamaki and I's class." The glasses wearing ravenette asked. The twins answered him in perfect unison, "Yea but he's shy, he doesn't act very sociably, so we don't know much about him."

So the twins are Hikaru and Kaoru...now to match the names to the identical faces.

Mira thought to herself as the ravenette spoke up once again. "Hm. Well that wasn't very polite. Welcome to the host club, Mr. Honor student, as well as you, miss." Mira gave him a soft smile at his acknowledgement of her before continuing to scope out the men as her sister freaked out.

Mister?...oh they think Haru is a boy...I told her to try today..huh that's a pretty vase.

She thought and walked over to said vase, smiling softly at the intricate detail as the tall blond jumped out of his chair, "What?! You must be Haruhi and Mira Fujioka! You're the exceptional honor students we've heard about!"

Mira smiled at his excited voice, Haruhi, however, wasn't having any fun here. "How do you know our names?.." "Why you're infamous. It's not every day two commoners gain entrance into our academy. You two must have audacious nerves to fight your ways into this school." The glasses wearing man said. "T-Thank you?" Haruhi said, not knowing if it was a compliment or an insult. "You're welcome!" The blond said, pulling both Mira and Haruhi into his sides. "You two are true heroes to other poor people! You've shown the world that even poor people can excel at an elite academy!" Haruhi was put off by the physical contact and shuffled her way away, having to pull Mira with her seeing as the sweet girl had no problems with the gentle embrace. The blond tilted his head and followed them, not once missing a beat in his speech. "It must be hard for you two to constantly be looked down upon by others." Haruhi had an annoyed face, shuffling away more, "I think you're taking this poor thing to far." She mumbled, sighing as Mira giggled at her unfortunate predicament. "Spurned, neglected, that doesn't matter now! Long live the poor! We welcome you, poor people, into our world of beauty!" He finished, standing in a charming pose. Mira giggled once again as she was tugged by Haruhi, who began walking away, wanting her to follow her. "We're outta here." Mira stayed put however, not wanting to leave this lovely world they've wandered into. "Hey, come back here Haru-Chan! You two must be like superheroes or something, that's so cool!" The small blond said in a cute voice as he stopped Haruhi from leaving, dragging her back to Mira, as he looked up at them with a happy face.

My heart...who is this person and why is he so adorable..

Mira thought to herself as she inwardly "awwed". Haruhi has different thoughts though. "We're not superheroes. We're just honor students. AND WHO ARE YOU CALLING HARU-CHAN?!" She yelled, causing the cute kid to rub back to the tall black haired guy, who instantly tried to calm him down with a pink bunny plushie. "Haru..why'd you do that?.." she scolded her sister in her soft voice but stopped once Haruhi looked at her with an annoyed expression that was soon wiped from her face at the tall blonds next sentence. "Who would of thought the famous scholar would be so openly gay. I get a young princess visiting us but I've never met a willing young prince." He mumbled, shocking Mira as she slapped a hand over her mouth to keep her laughter in. "Openly what?.." Haruhi asked, looking at the man in shock. "So tell me, what kind of guys are you into? The strong silent type? The boy Lolita? How about the mischievous type? Or the cool type?" He asked, pointing to each boy. When he got to the cool type, Mira noticed that the boy was staring right at her. She tilted her head and gave him a pretty smile before focusing back on the blond and her sister. "Uh...i, uh.... it's not like that! We were just looking for a quiet place to study!!" She exclaimed, slowly backing up. Mira furrowed her brows as she watched her sister move closer and closer to the vase, "uhh...Haru?.." she tried, being drowned out by the blond boy. "Or maybe, you're into a guy like me?" He started, lifting Haruhi's chin up with his fingers, "What do you say?~" Haruhi gasped and jumped back, proving Miras fears true as she knocked into the vase's podium, causing the beautiful piece of art to fall toward the floor. Both girls gasped, Haruhi leaping forward to try and catch it seeing as Mira was too far to possibly reach it in time. Both girls braced themselves as it reached the floor, shattering into pieces. The twins approached Haruhi, standing over her. "We were going to feature that vase in an upcoming school auction!" One of them said. "Oh now you've done it commoner. The bidding on that vase was supposed to start at eight million yen!" The one with a raspier voice stated. Mira and Haruhi both gasped, "What?! Eight million yen?!" Haruhi shouted, starting to count on her fingers as Mira started to pick up the broken pieces carefully, not noticing the glasses wearing person coming to kneel next to her. "How many thousand yen is that? How many thousands are in a million?" Haruhi mumbles to herself before straightening, "Uhhh we're gonna have to pay you back..." She told them, Mira sighing at the mere thought. "With what money? You two can't even afford a school uniform. What's with that grubby outfit anyways?" They asked, directing the question to Haruhi.

Mira gasped softly as a large hand reached down next to her to pick up a piece of the vase. She felt herself blush a soft pink at the mans presence.

I wonder what his name is...he's so handsome..

She thought to herself, as she locked her eyes on him. "Well, what do you think we should do Tamaki?" He asked the blond boy, standing up before offering his hand to Mira to help her up. She smiled to him in thanks, slipping her hand in his as she stood herself, looking at the man in question.

Tamaki...so we've got Hikaru, Kaoru, and Tamaki..

She thought to herself, her blush finally leaving her cheeks. "There's a famous saying you may have heard Fujiokas! When in Rome you should do as the Romans do. Since you two have no money, you can pay us with you're bodies. That means, starting today, you're the host clubs dog and kitten." He said with a proud smirk.

I better not be the dog.

Mira sweatdropped, walking over to Haruhi as she noticed the girl go pale. She let out a yelp as she fainted, "H-Haruhi!" She gasped.

Later that day

Haruhi was instructed to get the clubs groceries which left Mira by herself within the club. She occupied herself with tending to the boys and their guests, not really minding her new job. She went about her time, smiling at the guests, giggling softly at the girls words of praise on her looks, thanking them with a soft blush and a cute smile. Occasionally, she was interrupted by the twins, which she didn't mind. She thought their antics were quite adorable and didn't mind being looped into their games.

As she was near Tamaki and his guests, pouring them fresh glasses of tea she heard a voice speak up. "May I have a word, Tamaki?" She wouldn't be bothered but it wasn't one of Tamaki's endless praises, so it peaked her interest. "I've recently heard the host club is keeping two little kittens without pedigrees." A red haired girl with a smug look said aloud, knowing that Mira was listening. It was then that Mira decided she didn't mind being called kitten, when it was the boy's and their antics, but she certainly didn't like hearing it come out of the girls mouth. "Well, I wouldn't call him that.." Tamaki chuckled. She frowned a bit before her eyes landed on the returned Haruhi, smiling widely at the sight of her sister. "Speak of the devil!" Tamaki started once he saw Haruhi, "Thanks for doing the shopping, Little Piglet, did you get everything on our list?" He asked.

Mira giggled softly at the nickname, walking over to give her sister a welcome back hug, as she handed Tamaki the grocery bag. "Hey, wait a minute..what is this?" Tamaki asked, holding up what Mira recognized as their supermarkets instant coffee brand. "Just what it looks like, it's coffee." Haruhi said bluntly, already done with this club. "I've never seen this brand before, is this the kind that's already ground?" "What do you mean, it's instant coffee?" Both girls said, one of them softer than the other. "It's instant?" The girls on the sofas asked. Tamaki gasped in awe, "Woah! I've hear of this before. It's commoners coffee, you just add hot water." He exclaimed. "I didn't know there was such a thing." "So it's true then, poor people don't even have enough tome to grind their own coffee beans." Two girls stated, the last comment irking Mira a bit. The sweet girl was startled by a deep voice appearing next to her, "Commoners are pretty smart." Kyoya said, appearing along with Hikaru and Kaoru. She learnt their names by finally gaining the courage to ask a little after Haruhi left. "One hundred grams for three hundred yen." "That's a lot less than we normally pay." The twins stated. "I'll go back and get something else. Excuse me for not buying you guys expensive coffee." Haruhi said annoyed. "No I'll keep it." Tamaki declared before standing, "I'm going to give it a try. I will drink this coffee!" He shouted. Mira smiled softly and shook her head in amusement as the girls around him started clapping. "Alright, you two. Get over here and make some of this commoners coffee." He said, walking away. "Oh Tamaki. Now you've taken the joke too far. You're palate won't be able to stomach that crap. You don't have to drink it just because he bought it." Mira heard the red headed girl say sarcastically. Both girls turned to look at her. "I'm sorry. I was talking to myself." They didn't have time to decide if that was true before Tamaki called for them. "We're coming." Haruhi sighed.

"Mira. A word?" Mira heard Kyoya ask, she tilted her head but walked over to him, a little pleased to get away from Tamaki as well as that mean girl. "Yes, Kyoya?" "You are aware that the entire club believes your sister is a male. That doesn't seem to bother you or her?" Kyoya asked, smirking at her from behind his notebook. Mira smiled softly, "Why would it bother me if it doesn't bother her? Both Haruhi and I believe it's more important to recognize someone based off of who they are rather for what they gender as." She told him. Kyoya chuckled softly as he closed his notebook. "Which of them do you think will actually figure it out, is the real question." She said, turning her head to watch the boys, noticing the twins brotherly love as well as Honey and Mori entering the room. She smiled and walked back to Haruhi, who just stopped by Honey and Mori. Kyoya stood a bit stunned. In his family, status always mattered along with gender. So it was interesting to him to see someone with such a pure mindset. 'You truly are an interest, Mira Fujioka' he thought to himself, walking over to where the girls stood.

"Is that boy really a third year?" Haruhi mumbled. "Honey Senpai may seem young and childish but he's a prodigy. And Mori Senpais allure is his strong and silent disposition." Kyoya stated as he stopped next to them. Mira smiled as she watched Honey run up to them. "HARU-CHAN!" He yelled gleefully as he spun her around, smiling as he heard Miras giggles. "Hey Haru-Chan, MiMi-Chan, wanna have some cake with me?" He asked them, sending Mira into a fit of awwws at the adorable nickname. "Thanks but we don't really like cake." Haruhi said as she regained her balance, albeit a bit dizzy. Mira smiled and nodded at her words. "Then how would you like to hold my bunny, Usa-Chan?" The boy asked, holding out the cute bunny. "I'm not into bunnies.." Haruhi said. "Are you saying you don't like Usa-Chan?.." he said a bit sad. Haruhi and Mira both looked at the bunny before leaning down, Mira letting out a giggle as the bunny seemed to blush. "Huh, I guess he is kinda cute.." Haruhi stated smiling softly. Mira and Kyoya smiled knowingly to eachother as they watched Honey look at Haruhi with a knowing look before thrusting the honey into her arms. "Take good care of him, okay!" He said before running back to leap into his spot.

"You'll both notice that our club utilizes each mans unique characteristics to cater to the desires of our guests. Tamaki's number one. He's the king around here. His request rate is seventy percent." Kyoya informed them. "What's this world coming to?.." Haruhi asked, sighing as her sister gave a laugh, "Something interesting in my eyes." Mira responded to her. "And in order to pay off your eight million yen debt with us, you will act as the Host Clubs dog and kitten until you two graduate, oh I'm sorry I meant our errand boy and kitten." He smirked at them both, taking note of Miras noticeable blush as both girls stared up at him. "You two can try and run away if you wish, but just so you know my family employs a private police force of a hundred officers. By the way, do you two have a passport?" He asks them, meaning the girls wouldn't be able to stay in Japan.

Mira jumped a little as Tamaki appeared behind them, "You're going to have to work hard to pay off that debt, my little nerds~" he said in their ears, blowing on them gently. Haruhi yelped and pulled herself and her sister away, slightly hyperventilating. "Please don't do that again." "You're going to need a Make over or no girls going to look twice at you. And you, were going to have to find something to do with that beauty, Kitten." Tamaki said to both Haruhi and Mira. Mira whined in her mind as she blushed once more.

I'm never this blushy..what gives...

"Yea well I'm not trying to get girls to look at me. And don't hit on my sister." She deadpanned. "What? But that's the most important thing. You have to learn to be a gentleman and please the ladies..like me~" he said, holding out a rose. "We just don't think it's all that important." Haruhi said. "I mean all that really matters is what's on the inside right?" Mira asked. "I don't even see why you have a host club like this." Haruhi said, sighing softly in annoyance. "It's a cruel reality, isn't it?" Tamaki started, causing both girls to sweat drop. "It's not often that God creates a perfect person like me, beautiful both inside and out." He says. "Say what?" Both girls say in unison, staring at him with a look of confusion. "I understand how you feel since not everyone is blessed as I am but you must console yourself. Otherwise, how would you go on living? And think about this you two, why do you think they put works of art in museums? Because beauty should be shared with the world!.." As he spoke both girls drowned him out with their own thoughts.

I wonder what he's writing..

Mira thought, watching Kyoya write in his notebook with interest. She was brought out of her thoughts by a declaration made by her sister, "That's it! Obnoxious!" She stated causing Tamaki to go sulk near a podium. "Haru...that was mean!" Mira frowned as the twins laughed, "You're a hero alright~" "Uhh I'm sorry, Tamaki Senpai..your lesson did strike a small chord with us though." She said hopefully. "Really it did? Let me teach you more, my friends~" He said, happy once more. "Boss?" The twins asked. "Call me King!" "You can teach them the basics of hosting, but he is not going to get very far without looking the part, you know. Maybe if we took off his glasses it would help." Hikaru said, removing Haruhis glasses, gasping softly at her wide brown eyes. "Hey I need those! I used to have contacts but I lost them on the first day of school!" She stated, not noticing the speeding blond heading for her. "Hikaru. Kaoru." Tamaki said. Both boys saluted and dragged Haruhi off somewhere. Mira watched in awe as she picked up the fallen Usa-Chan. "Kyoya. My hairstylist. Mori-Senpai, go to the eye doctor and get him some contact lenses." "What about us, Tama-Chan?" Honey asked excited as he pulled Mira to stand with him infront of Tamaki. "Honey-Senpai, Kitten. You two, go have some cake." He instructed. The two frowned and went over to a table, sitting down before digging into some cake. "It's just us three guys..everyone else said they were too busy." Honey said as they pouted, eating silently as Haruhi was made over.

After a bit, Haruhi was done changing and came out. "Is it really okay for me to keep this uniform?" She asked as Mira ran up to her, "You look so good!" She giggled, holding her sisters hand. "Haru-Chan you look so cute." Honey said happily. "If we knew that's how you really look, we woulda helped you out sooner." The twins stated. "Who knows, maybe they'll draw in some customers." Kyoya said. "You know, that's just what I was thinking."

I highly doubt that, Tama..

Mira chuckled as Tamaki upgraded them both to hosts, Mira for men and Haruhi as a host for girls.

"A host?.." they both said, not so sure about their ability to pull it off.

"Kitten, it seems you're already being requested. A few boys from our class came to see you." Kyoya informed her after Haruhi left to tend to her first clients. "Did they? Huh..alright then, I think I can manage." She shrugged, heading off to where the three boys wating for her were sitting, trying to calm her blush before she got there.

It can't be that difficult...Right?

She greeted them with a sweet smile, sitting across from them as she switched her brain to flirt. "Hello, sirs~ My name is Mira, I hear you requested me?" She tilts her head cutely, giving them a happy close eyed smile. The three boys instantly blushed, nodding their heads quickly. "W-We did. I'm Rin, that's Taka, and that's Boku." Rin introduced. All three of them were tall, around six feet, but they looked nothing alike. Rin had silver hair with crystal blue eyes. Taka had black hair and he had hazel eyes that shined golden in light, and Boku had dyed pastel blue hair with green eyes that were shielded by black framed glasses. They were all incredibly handsome and Mira considered herself blessed to have such handsome men even want to indulge in her time. "It's lovely to meet you all!" She said happily, "May I pour you all some tea?" She tilts her head. The three men nodded, asking questions as she served them. She answered all of them flawlessly until Boku asked about her family, seeing as her and Haruhi were siblings.

How do I tell them that my mother passed away and my fathers a transvestite?

She smiled sadly as she finally put her answer together. "Oh well...our mother is no longer with us, and our father is usually at work to support us. Which is why Haruhi and I came to Ouran..we wanted to make a path for ourselves so that soon we ourselves can support our father. Haruhi doesn't quite know what he wishes to do with his life but I want to be an artist. My mother used to paint in her free time and sometimes I'd be her little assistant.." she trailed off, her eyes slowly getting glossy as she felt a tear fall, "I was always happiest with a paintbrush.." she says softly, sniffling softly as she wipes her fallen tear, not noticing the three boys and the host club as well as her sister watching her with a mix of sad and happy looks. Happy on Haruhis end being as this is the first time Mira talked about their mother to people since her passing. "That's so sweet..I'm sure you're an amazing artist.." Boku said before each of the boys smiled at her, "So Mira? Is it okay if we possibly request you tomorrow as well?" "Of course, I'd love that, sirs!" She smiles at them happily.

A little bit away, the host club were watching her and Haruhi with interested looks. "She's a natural hostess and he's a natural host." Tamaki started, watching them both in awe. Kyoya nodded as he kept his eyes on Mira, "No training needed." He responded as he watched her. "Have you forgotten about me, Tamaki?" Kyoya discreetly rolled his eyes at the red heads words, going back to write in his notebook as Tamaki focused on his guest. "Oh, no Princess~ I'm just a little worried about our new host and hostess." He smiled charmingly to her. "Well, that's obvious Tamaki. You sure have been keeping an eye on them." She says. "Oh, of course, I have to. I'm training him to be a gentlemen as well as training her to be a hostess." Tamaki smiles at her before snapping his fingers. "Haruhi, Mira! Come here for a minute." He calla them. Mira excuses herself politely and walks over to Tamaki and Haruhi, "What's up, Tama?" She asks. "I'd like you two to meet someone, this is my regular guest, Princess Ayanokoji.

It's that girl from earlier.

"Miss, it's a pleasure to meet you!" Both girls said with a smile, tilting their heads in sync. Tamaki gasped softly before sweeping both girls in to a spinning hug. "That was so cute! That air of bashfulness was very good! Super good, amazingly good!" He rambled on as Mira and Haruhi whined from being pressed into his chest before they managed to free themselves. "Mori-Senpai, help us!" Haruhi managed to yell out. Within seconds both girls were out of Tamaki's grasp and instead lifted into Mori's hands. Mira giggled softly as she noticed a faint blush on his cheeks.

Now all that's left is for Tama to figure it out~

She thought to herself before he let them both down. "Come on, let Daddy give you a big hug!" She heard Tamaki say. "We've already got a dad, we don't need another." Mira said with a giggle as she smoothed her dress out. Neither of the girls noticed the piercing glare Ayanokoji was giving them.

After a few minutes, Miras guests had to leave so she was walking with Haruhi to find her bag. "Where'd you last put it?" She asks as she looked behind the couch. She stopped her searching as she noticed Haruhi by the window, not answering her question. She walked over and gasped once she saw Haruhi's bag floating in the pond. "I didn't think there were bullies at this school." She mumbled before both girls ran out of the club room to get to the pond.

As they ran they noticed Ayanokoji walking back. "Oh, it's you two." She sneered. "I bet you two love having Tamaki making you over and fawning over you. And don't think I haven't noticed you and Kyoya's looks toward eachother. Give it up. You two will always be second-class citizens." She said before walking away.

Kyoya was looking at me?..

Mira thought to herself before her and Haruhi continued down to the pond. Both girls slipped their shoes off, stepping into the pond to gather Haruhis things. "Haru?" Mira said. "Hmm?" "Do you think that girl was the one that threw your things into the pond?" "Most likely. Don't worry about her, Mimi, help me look for my wallet and necklace will you?" She asked as she eased her sisters worrying. Mira nodded and felt around the pond for the two valuables. The necklace was more important seeing at it was the second half to their sibling necklace that Haruhi owned. Miras was fastened around her neck. The two girls were so occupied they didn't notice the two boys walking up to the pond. "Hey, commoners! You two have some nerve skipping out on the club like that." Tamaki said, standing next to Kyoya who kept his eyes on Mira. "Why is your bag all wet?" Tamaki asked. "I-It's no big deal, we've got it..we just have to find my wallet and necklace." Tamaki slipped off his shoes before staring at Kyoya to do the same until the boy sighed and nodded, slipping his own shoes off. As they stepped into the pond, Tamaki went to help Haruhi, while Kyoya headed over to Mira. "H-Hey, you two don't have to do that, you'll get wet.." Mira said to them. "A little water never hurt anyone. Besides. People are always saying we're dripping with good looks." Tamaki said. Kyoya stood up, holding a silver chain, "Don't think to much on it. He made me do it." He told her, handing over the chain with a smirk.

He may have asked you but you didn't have to actually do it.

Mira thought as she smiled, wading over to Haruhi as Tamaki gave her wallet back. "How'd your bag end up in the pond anyways?" "Oh uhh..I guess I dropped it out of the window at some point." Haruhi told him before all of them stepped out of the pond and headed back to the club room.

A little while later

"Oh really? I can't imagine what I'd do if my bag fell into the pond." Ayanokoji said. Both girls found themselves sat next to eachother and across from her.

Why did she request us when it's obvious she doesn't like us?

Mira thought as she kept rambling. "And you actually made Tamaki and Kyoya search that dirty old pond with you two. You do realize they’re blue-bloods and not commoners, right? The only reason they’re paying attention to you two is because they're trying to turn you into hosts. Don't start thinking they care about you just because they're doting on you." She sneered at them. "We get it." Haruhi said. "You're jealous of us." Mira finished for her. In the blink of an eye, Ayanokoji reached across the table, pushing Mira to the floor and pulling Haruhi on top of her before letting out a scream. "NO HARUHI LEAVE ME ALONE! SOMEONE HELP THEY JUST ATTACKED ME!" She yelled. Mira gasped softly as she looked from where she landed, watching Haruhi closely. "Someone do something! Teach these commoners a lesson!" She growled before the twins dumped two pitchers of water on her and Haruhi. Everything was silent as Ayanokoji realized what they did. "Why did you do that?" She demanded as Tamaki walked over and helped her up, leaving Mira and Haruhi on the ground. "I'm disappointed in you. You're the one that threw his bag into the pond aren't you?" He said. "You don't know that..do you have any proof that I did?" "You're a beautiful girl. But I'm afraid you're not classy enough to be our guest dear. If there's one think I know, Haruhi and Mira are not those kind of people." He growled to her as Kyoya reached his hand down to Mira, "Come on, Kitten." He smirked at her. Mira smiled softly at him, slipping her hand in his as he helped her up.

It's like deja vu..

She thought to herself as Ayanokoji cried and ran out.

"Now how are we going to punish you two because it is your faults, after all." He thought for a second before pointing at them both. "Your quota is now one thousand!"

Both girls gasped, "One thousand?.."

Well, shit...that'll take forever..

Mira sighed as Tamaki helped Haruhi up. Kyoya smiled as he handed Haruhi a paper bag, "This is the only dry uniform we have. Sorry, but it's better than a wet one." He said. "Thanks a lot, you guys, I'm gonna go change." Haruhi said before heading off to the changing room.

"Kitten?" Mira turned to Kyoya, "Yeah?" "Are you alright? You took quite a fall." She smiled teasingly, "Why? We're you worried about me, Kyoya?" Kyoya chuckled, "Merely worried about wether or not you can still work. And I merely calculated how far it was to the ground from where you were sitting." He defended himself. "Kyoya, the only possible way you would of seen me from that spot was if you were actively looking for me. But don't worry, I won't tell anyone you care." She smirked, before heading off to join Haruhi.

'What an interesting woman..' Kyoya thought to himself with a smile as the guests leave and Tamaki goes to give Haruhi some towels.

After the guests are gone

"So..Haruhi, you're a girl?..." Tamaki asked, red faced. "Biologically speaking, yeah." She shrugged as Tamaki went into a panic. "Listen, I don't really care whether you see me as a boy or girl. Mira and i both agree, it's more important to recognize someone on who they are rather than what sex they are."

Mira smiled as Kyoya spoke up, "Well isnt this an interesting development?" "Oh, yeah." The twins smirked. "You know, I thought you were pretty cool earlier, Senpai!" Haruhi smiled at him, not noticing the now tomato red Tamaki that was covering his mouth.

"I could be wrong but we may be witnessing the beginnings of love here, Kitten." Mira jumped slightly at the voice next to her ear. Turning her head she made eye contact with an extremely close Kyoya who held a hand on her waist. "For who? You," She smirks and nods down to his hand, "Or Tama?" She said. "Well have to see won't we?" Kyoya smirked and took his hand away. Both Kyoya and Mira smirked as they thought the same thing they've been thinking all day.

What an interesting change.

Kyoya’s Kitten | 2

Paring: Kyoya Ootori X Fem!OC

Chapter 1

Notes: please let me know if someone else posts this on any other platform because as of right now this is the only platform this is published.

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Mira sat with Haruhi in one of the schools library rooms, doodling on a piece of paper as Haruhi studied. She looked up as the schools bell rang, signaling the end of the school day for most.

Haruhi sighed as she quickly packed up, running out of the library with her sister hot on her heels. "We're never going to hear the end of it if we're late." She groaned, sighing as Mira gave a giggle, "I warned you of the time, but you were too indulged in your studies." She smiled as she followed Haruhi into the club room, getting a pleasant surprise of a warm room and half clothed boys. She must admit, she was intrigued. "What the heck is going on?" Haruhi whined, noticing Mira walk around the decorated room. "You're so late girls." The twins said in sync, sending teasing looks to Mira as she observed their outfits. "I could be wrong, but my calendar still says it's early spring." Haruhi mumbled, pulling out her pocket sized calendar.

Mira occupied herself by walking over to Kyoya, peeking into his notebook before he caught her, gently tapping her nose with his pen. She giggled and scrunched her nose, not noticing the fond eyes that Kyoya watched her with. "Gentlemen don't bundle up in bulky clothing, besides, the heating system we have is... the best!" Tamaki proclaimed. "Do you have a problem with the way we run our club, Haruhi? Be careful what you say, you owe us eight million yen, remember?" Kyoya said in a teasing voice, too focused on his notebook to notice a certain ravenettes eyes wandering his exposed chest. Mira smiled at his words before she watched Tamaki's little act, "It may be early spring out in the real world but here we like to give our chilly little angels a tropical paradise! We've turned this into nirvana. A balmy, tropical island of everlasting summer!" He declared, smiling as he gained a giggle from Mira, choosing to ignore Haruhi's sly remark of feeling a massive chill.

"Kitten." Mira turned her head, locking eyes with Kyoya as he continued to speak, "Are you going to dress up? We have outfits for you and Haruhi if you'd like." He said, looking up from his notebook to look at her. She smiled and shook her head, a soft blush gracing her cheeks, "Oh, no I'm quite alright with my current outfit, if you don't mind." She said softly, smiling as Kyoya nodded his head and went back to writing. She ignored the other boys as she went to tend to her regulars, Rin, Boku and Taka, smiling as she sat across from them.

"Hello, Sirs~ It's so lovely to see you all again." She said to them, batting her eyes flirtatiously. The boys smiled as they engaged in a casual conversation with her. After their first visit, the three males have grown into a lovely friendship with the sweet girl, simply seeing her as a close friend and nothing more. Mira learned a bit about them as well over time. Boku is a soft spoken boy, preferring to keep to himself and his two best friends then be outspoken. Mira learned that he was bisexual and had seemed to form quite a crush on two certain red headed twins. Taka was a mix of calm and wild. He knew when he had to be serious but he had no problem unleashing his inner child. He was a bit of a fashionista, always loving Mira's outfits and even helping her plan a few more. Rin was the leader of the trio, coming off as a bit more protective and cold, but once Mira got close to them she realized just how sweet and caring he was. Both of them see eachother as close friends, having no problem sticking up for eachother and the other boys. Together, they make quite a set and Mira was happy to have gained such wonderful friends.

As they spoke, Mira heard Tamaki speak of a party, gaining her interest after a bit. "We're throwing a party?" Haruhi asked, tilting her head. As the boys spoke of it, Mira learned it was a formal party they sometimes throw to cater to the ladies. Mira was excited, always loving an event, but Haruhi, however, couldn't care less about it. Both girls were in a conversation with their regulars until they heard a set of footfalls, turning their attention to a soft voice. "Excuse me, I hate to disturb but I think it's time for the hosts to switch clients." "Oh I'm sorry, you must be my next appointment, Miss..." "My name's Kanako. Kanako Kasugasaki. You're even cuter then I expected," she purred, lifting Haruhi's chin with her finger, "I've decided, you're going to be my new favorite host." She said, neither noticing a baffled Tamaki, besides Mira.

After Club Hours

The boys and the two sisters found themselves sitting in a normal club room, watching Tamaki sulk while eating some ramen. Mira shook her head as the twins called out to him, "Hey boss! Why don't you quit eating that commoners ramen and come help us with the party planning." "Does it really bother you that Princess Kasugasaki took a liking to Haruhi?" Kyoya spoke up from his laptop, "He shouldn't be surprised, she's had the disease for a while now, right?" He said, taking notice of the girl laying on his arm to peek at his work on his laptop, not bothering to move her. "What disease?" Haruhi asked. "She's got the Host Hopping Disease." "AKA the never the same boy twice disease." The twins told her, before Kyoya took over. "Usually our customers choose a favorite host then see them regularly, however Princess Kanako changes her favorites on a regular basis." Honey popped up from next to Mira, leaning against her, "That's right! Before she chose you, she was with Tama-Chan!" He said happily. "Oh. So he's upset because I took her from him?" Haruhi deadpanned before Tamaki ran over. "SHUT UP! I COULDN'T CARE LESS!" He declared, "Im running out of patience! Haruhi, it's time you started dressing like a girl!" "Huh?" Both girls asked.

"I don't understand how you're so popular with the ladies when you yourself are a lady! No one in the entire school knows the truth other than those of us here." "That's right, she opted out of taking gym classes and the attendance numbers are all mixed up so no one can tell." Mira was thoroughly amused by Tamaki's peril, giggling to herself as he dug into a chest to pull out a blown up old picture of Haruhi and Mira. "All daddy wants is for you to go back to the way you were!" "DONT GO BLOWING UP OUR PHOTOS WITHOUT ASKING US FIRST!" Haruhi growled.

The boys crowded around the picture. "The more i look at this, the more I am surprised. How does that turn into this?" The twins asked, "The day before school some kid in our neighborhood got some gum stuck in Haru's hair." Mira said, moving to stand next to Kyoya and Mori. "It's a real pain to get gum out of long hair so I decided to cut it all off, I didn't care if I looked like a dude, you know?" Haruhi finished off. "A girl should never refer to herself as a dude! MAMA! Haruhi's using those dirty boy words again!" Tamaki cried. "I'm sorry, who's mama?" Kaoru asked. "Based on club position, I believe it's me." Kyoya shrugged. "Look, I don't see what the problem is, working as a host, we can pay back more of our debt, it'll never happen if im just an errand boy." She shrugged. "Hate to change the subject, but do you have formal dancing experience? You'll need it at the party." Hikaru said. "Uhh, no...but the party doesn't have anything to do with our quota, right...I'm not interested in going to parties so if I could be excused." "Absolutely not. A refined gentlemen must know how to dance. If you want to live the life of a host so badly then you're going to have to show us how far you're willing to go. I order you to learn the waltz in one week. And you will demonstrate it for us at the party, or I'll tell the entire school you're a girl and knock you back down to errand boy." Tamaki said. "What about you, Kitten?" Kaoru asked, turning to the small girl that was playing with one of Kyoya's pens. "Oh I know how to dance, I taught myself when I was younger." She smiled at them as they nodded and patted her head, "That's good then!" They smiled.

The next day, Mira found herself free of customers and watching Haruhi dance with Kanako, giggling as she occasionally saw Mori and Honey spinning around the room. "Why so gloomy boss?" "Maybe because he wanted to be the one Haruhi practiced with." The twins said, "But he's way to tall to fill in as a woman." They teased him. After a bit, Haruhi finished up practice and proceeded to pour some tea for Kanako. "Oh my, these are new tea sets...ginori.." she said. "You have a keen eye, mademoiselle, we received them yesterday since we decided to upgrade our tea sets." Kyoya said to her while keeping his eyes on Mira, who was sat at a table by herself, doodling on one of his notebooks with a sweet smile. She perked up at a foreign voice, "Hello? I'm here with the new teacups you ordered." Kyoya walked over to the new boy, "Ah, thank you. Every item you've chosen for us has been very popular with the ladies, I'm impressed." He said. "Well that's good to hear." The boy smiled. "So, do you sell teacups?" Haruhi asked as she walked up to them. "Oh, no, I'm just a regular student. Couldn't you tell by the uniform?" He chuckled before a small laugh interrupted him, "Oh Haruhi, you're so funny. I don't blame you for not knowing, after all, he doesn't look like the heir to a first class company." Kanako said, turning to them. Mira tilted her head as she noticed the way the boys eyes widened as he looked at her.

They know eachother?..

She frowned as she took note of the broken look Kanako had as she looked away from the boy. "His families business, the suzushima trading company, deals primarily in the importing of tableware. They currently have the top market share in the country." Kyoya said to them. "Wow." Haruhi gasped. "So when something exceptional comes in, we've asked them to send it our way. He has a great eye for fine china." Kyoya said. "Oh, you think? I've still got a lot to learn but thank you!" "Aren't you leaving next month to study abroad in England?" Kyoya asked, "Yes I am, well I better go now." He said, turning and leaving the club room.

Why would his leaving effect her that much?.. unless..they're involved?..

Mira thought to herself as Haruhi approached Kanako, "I get the feeling you and that guy are kind of close?" She asked, startling Kanako out of her teacup trance. "What?! We hardly know eachother, what makes you say that Haruhi? Now if you'll excuse me..take care." She stuttered out before quickly leaving the room. "Haru-Chan! Guess what, they do know eachother, suzushima is Kasuga-Chan's fiance!" Honey exclaimed as he jumped onto Haruhis back. Mira nodded as she stood up, taking the notebook she doodled on as she walked over to Kyoya. "Kyoya, how long have you know about this?" Tamaki asked. "Well I conduct general searches on all of our customers. Let's see. The two of them were childhood friends, it seems their marriage was arranged by their parents. I didn't think the information benefited us, so I disregarded it." He said to him. "I see.." Tamaki said. Mira peeked over, looking at the information Kyoya has on the boy. "Toru Suzushima. Outstanding grades, fair social status, he's ordinary looking but he's reliable." She read aloud. Kyoya nodded as he closed the notebook, "if I had to fault him for anything," he started before the twins spoke. "He doesn't have much presence." "And he's faint hearted." They said. "So in other words," Kyoya started, "Hes boring." He shrugged. Mira giggles quietly, shaking her head at the bluntness of their statements.

"Suzushima is a good boy, right?" Honey asked from atop Mori's shoulders. "Yea." He answered.

"All right everyone! We'll have to work on our strategy." Tamaki started. "Which one?" They all asked. "Men, and Kitten, it is our duty as members of the elite Ouran host club to make every girl, and boy in Kitten's case, happy!" He declared.

At The Party

Mira smoothed down her dress as she stood next to Tamaki with the rest of the host club on top of a flight of stairs. "It is so good to see you here tonight, my little lambs! The Ouran Host Club would like to bid you, welcome." Tamaki said as spotlights centered on each of the hosts. Mira gave a soft smile as she spotted Rin, Taka, and Boku among the girls and boys, enjoying themselves at the food spread. She gave a small giggle as she saw Rin shake his head at their antics. "As always ladies and gentlemen, us hosts are here for your entertainment. So we invite you to dance to your hearts content. Based on their dance moves, one lucky gentleman and lady will be chosen as tonight's king and queen, and their reward will be a passionate kiss on the cheek from our host clubs very own king and queen." Kyoya said, referring to Tamaki and Mira who seemed to be number two in terms of popularity and requests. "Good luck, our darlings~" Tamaki spoke as Mira smiles at their customers.

"Haruhi. Show some enthusiasm." The two twins said as the wormed their way next to her. Mira smiled as she moved from Tamaki to stand next to Haruhi, not without a soft kiss on her hand from the playful blond. "Well, excuse me you guys, I'm not used to this. I've only ever been to the festivals held in our neighborhood park." She sighed. "I'm not sure you can call that a party." Kyoya said, hiding behind his notebook as he raked his eyes over Mira's figure. Everyone in the host club, including Tamaki, had to admit that she was very pleasing on the eyes. Her short stature was made up in her breast size and curves. She wasn't a stick. And Kyoya found himself with some dangerous thoughts as he watched the way her dress hugged her figure. She was dangerous in the sense that she could make men and women fall for her without even knowing she was doing it and that was something extremely fascinating to Kyoya. "Well, while you're here you two may as well get something to eat. We have quite a spread." He told them. "A spread?...with fancy tuna?.." Haruhi said, "And cake pops?...." Mira mumbles from next to her. Both girls had an addiction to their listed food. Mira's stemming from their mother, who always made sure to make her a few cake pops for her birthday, since she never liked an actual cake. And Haruhi, having never tried fancy tuna, was practically drooling at the thought of finally being able to try a piece. All of the boys gasped, as Tamaki swung down to stand next to them all. "Get some fancy tuna here stat!" He ordered, Kyoya already on a call with a cater, "Add some deluxe sushi and cake pops." Mira blushed as the two twins hugged the girls close to them. "Awww, you sweet little dears...awww" They cooed.

After a while of their dramatics, Mira found herself dancing with her guests, surprisingly enjoying herself. She even danced with her club members, the twins sharing her as they do everything else, she spun around the room excitedly with Honey, had a pleasant time dancing with Mori who managed to say a few words to her, then she ate with Rin, Taka and Boku, each talking happily and teasing eachother playfully, before she found herself to a waltz with her prince, Tamaki, where she had an interesting conversation.

"Are you enjoying yourself, Kitten?" Tamaki asked as they danced, smiling himself at the girls happy aura. "I actually am. I didn't think I would, if I'm honest with you." She said softly. "What do you mean?" He asked, tilting his head as he twirled her around. "I was a bit skeptical about this club, even if I didn't show it. It's a bit hard for me to trust people so easily. Haruhi's the only person I've been so close with. So I was a bit surprised with how easily I opened up to all of you. You're all family to me, even if i didn't realize it until a while ago. You're all the brothers I've never had but always wanted." She said to him, smiling up at him as she looked into his violet eyes. Tamaki chuckled as he swayed with her, "You're like the sister I never had, and I'm quite glad you and Haruhi have joined us. But I must ask, what of Kyoya?" "W-What about Kyoya?" She asked, a soft pink decorating her cheeks. "You don't have to hide with me, Kitten. I see the ways you two look at eachother. I've been his friend since middle school, and I have never seen him so comfortable around a person. It's like you both found a new light in eachother. You have feelings for him, don't you? Even if just a little, there's something there." He said to her, giving her a gentle smile as he noticed the look in her eyes. He wasn't new to love, he's seen it before many a time, so he knew what a person in love looked like. Mira and Kyoya weren't in love with eachother at the moment, but neither of them could deny the pull they felt toward eachother. It was borderline magical, the connection they had with eachother without realizing it. "I...I guess you're right, Tama...I do feel something for him... I've never had a man look at me like I'm the only girl in the room..It's new, yes, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't like it...Even if he doesn't feel the same way, that'll be okay. But yes..there is something there, it's not that big but I can't deny the way my heart races when I look at him.. If I'm being honest with you Tama, I'm scared.." Tamaki frowned at her words, "Scared of what?" "My last relationship was...anything but good...I guess I'm scared of the same awful experience repeating.." she admitted to him. Tamaki gave her a soft smile, leaning in to press a kiss to her forehead, "You don't need to be scared, Mira, whatever happens, Kyoya is a gentle soul, even if he doesn't want to admit it, he cares a lot about you. He would never hurt you and if he does, you have all of us to protect you. I won't let someone hurt you, Mira. You have my word." Mira smiled softly, laying her head on his shoulder, "Thank you, Tama..truly." She said as they finished off their waltz. Out of everyone in the host club, Mira grew closest to Tamaki. Beneath his puppy-like personality, he was extremely mature. He wasn't an idiot like others thought. He knew of the world and he knew of peoples hardships and feelings. Together, they make quite a pair. There are no romantic feelings involved, it was a purely platonic relationship, they saw eachother as brother and sister. And they wouldn't have it any other way

With the end of their conversation came a gentle hand on Tamaki's shoulder. "Would you mind if I stole her away from you?" Kyoya said, smiling ever so slightly. Tamaki nodded and handed her over to him, patting Kyoya on the back as he walked off to charm another guest. With a soft blush, Mira danced with Kyoya, trying her hardest not to think of the conversation she had with Tamaki.

"You look beautiful, Kitten." Kyoya stated, keeping his thoughts PG as he held the sweet girl close. She smiled up at him, "Why thank you, Kyoya. I must admit, you look rather handsome." She said softly, blushing as they maintained eye contact. "Thank you. But I'm not the one turning heads, Kitten. Everyone here has their eyes on you. I'm afraid to say, I do not enjoy it." Mira was taken aback by his words. "Whatever do you mean by that?" She asked, even though she knew the context of his words. "You honestly think I'd be okay with the way these men drag their eyes around your body? It's demeaning, but at the same time I understand it. You are lovely to look at, and even though I wish to be the only one to look at you that way, I can't blame them." He said bluntly, rubbing her side with his thumb. Mira was lost for words, the way he spoke to her had a lasting affect on her body. Neither of them were new to sexual tension, and both of them knew enough to realize the underlying feelings they had for the other. Kyoya decided he would be blunt with the way he felt for the girl. Both physically and emotionally. So with his words, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth, ignoring the squeals of the girls around them. As he pulled away, Mira decided, then and there, that she would give everything she could to this boy, he held her heart, and she didn't know that he felt the exact same. Kyoya would do anything to keep that adorable smile on Mira's face. He wanted nothing more then to have her as happy as she can be. And if that's with him, then he considers him blessed. And if it's not with him, he can live with that. 'As long as she's happy.' He thought.

Mira snapped out of her thoughts, leaning up to return the semi kiss to the corner of his lips, "Kyoya, do you have feelings for me?.." she asked softly, as if she was scared of the answer. Kyoya, as smart as he is, picked up on it. "And if I do? Would that be a problem, Kitten?" He asked her, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. She shook her head, a smile appearing on her lips, "It wouldn't be a problem, in fact it makes me happier than you can imagine..but..c-can we take this slow? I must admit, relationships scare me a little, and I would like to learn more about you before you can call me yours." She admitted to him. Kyoya smiled as he brought her body closer to him, "I would wait as long as you tell me to, as long as you're happy, I'll be content." He said, smiling genuinely as her head rested against his chest.

Their pleasant moment was interrupted by a sweet voice, "Kasuga-Chan is here!" Honey said. "Alright, men. Then let us commence with our operation." Tamaki stated. Honey and Mori nodded, rubbing off to grab Haruhi, as Kyoya led Mira back to a dressing room, neither of them letting go of their hands.

Mira stayed close to him as the boys brought Haruhi in. "You didn't have to be so forceful!" She complained, being shushed by the twins who shoved a dress in her hands. "Don't mind that, go change!" They instructed. Mira slipped off into the dressing room with Haruhi, giggling as she had to help her sister figure out how to wear the dress and heels. "This is why you are here. You take enough girly for the both of us." Haruhi sighed, a smile coming at the sound of her sisters giggles as they hugged. "A little accident towards the end of the night makes the evening more thrilling. And remember, Haruhi, there's only twenty minutes remaining before the parties climax. Suzushima is already waiting for you down the hall." Once dressed, Hikaru and Kaoru proceeded to apply make up on her, before Tamaki burst through the door. "Gentlemen and lady, there you all are. What are you doing, the guests are waiting for.." Tamaki trailer off as he caught a glimpse of Haruhi before she stood, a blush appearing on his cheeks.

It seems I'm not the only one with hidden feelings.

Mira thought to herself, leaning further into Kyoya with a smile as she watched her sister head off to Suzushima, putting their plan in action as Tamaki went to retrieve Kanako. "Do you think this will work, Kyoya?" She asked him as they all made their way back to the ballroom. He smiled and nodded, "Naturally, any plan made by our king works, Kitten." He said to her, smiling at the sweet laughter from her that followed his sentence. She nodded and went to answer him before they were interrupted by Kanako and Suzushima running by. They stopped below the balcony's, spotlights centering on them. "Ladies and Gentlemen, the last dance of the night has been chosen by the host club for this couple." Tamaki stated. Mira smiled as Suzushima and Kanako started dancing, she always enjoyed a happy ending, it made the trouble to get there worth it. She gave a laugh as Haruhi ducked under Tamaki's spread arms, "Ahhh, may this awkward couple be forever blessed!" He said, the twins sliding behind him. "And now we'll announce the queen and king of the ball. Princess Kasugasaki and Kyoya Ootori! And now her reward of a kiss on the cheek from the king! Haruhi Fujioka will stand in for Tamaki!" They both announced, Mira gasping as Kyoya smirked softly at her, "You didn't think I would let you press your lips onto another man, did you?" He teased her, pulling her close to him as they ignored Tamaki's panicking over Haruhi kissing Kanako's cheek. He was fine until Honey asked if this was Haruhi's first kiss. Mira giggled as he flung himself down the stairs, only to trip on a banana and push Haruhi, causing her lips to connect with Kanako's lips, instead of her cheek. She smiled and decided to take this moment of distraction to press a soft peck to Kyoya's lips, looking away quickly as he gasped softly.

After the Party

Mira waited by the host club door, yawning softly as she waited for Haruhi to finish changing out of her suit and into her regular clothes. While she waited she felt a tap onto her shoulder. She turned and smiled up at Kyoya, who smiled back at her. "May I do something, Kitten?" He asked her, smiling as she tilted her head, "Like what, Kyoya?" She asked him, his answer surprising her. With a smirk he leaned in, pressing his lips against hers for a longer and more emotional kiss. She gasped softly, letting her eyes close as she wrapped her arms around his neck as she kissed back, his hand coming up to cup her cheek, rubbing it softly as he pulled away.

"Now, we can take it slow." He smirked

Alan Grant HCs with self conscious S/O

Summary: Alan Grant headcanons with a female s/o who is self conscious about her body in the form of stretch marks, eczema, and big thighs.

Pairings: Alan Grant x Female s/o

Warnings: slight angst, slightly suggestive at the end but other than that its completely sfw, mention of stretch marks, eczema/acne, big thighs, tummy rolls.

Requested By: Anon request "Could I ask for headcanons for alan grant with a female s/o whos self conscious about her body? (like stretch marks, eczema, and big thighs)"

REMEMBER!! These things that i mention are completely normal, whether you are a male, female, no gender, skinny, plus sized, whatever you are you can experience any of these things, you are valid and you are beautiful! I love you!

Okay so first of all

Alan thinks you put the shine in sunshine

He adores you honey, EVERY part of you

He knows how insecure you can get if you're left to your own thoughts for too long and he understands it for the most part

so he does whatever it takes to remind you that you are the light of his life

This comes in to play when you two are relaxing at home, having a break from digging through sand in the blistering heat, and you have been upstairs trying on some new clothes you had bought

When you bought them, you were feeling like a lil baddie, you were happy, confident and you were at a crossroads because you didn't feel any of those things staring at your reflection right now.

You stared at your exposed stomach and thighs, standing in just your bra and underwear, and it seems to you that your brain put a spotlight on every one of your "flaws"

You couldn't see anything other than your thighs, covered in stretch marks, your stomach rolls bulging out more to you than they have before, your slightly inflamed eczema on your shoulders, and your acne littering the top of your breasts.

you didn't even know you were crying until you felt the cold feeling of the tears fall from your face to your neck.

Meanwhile, an alert Alan was standing in your bedroom doorway, watching as you subconsciously tried to push your stomach in.

He decided enough was enough when the tears started to fall, quickly making his way over to where you stood infront of the mirror.

You slightly jumped as Alan's arms wrapped around your middle, hands resting on your stomach, gently rubbing circles into your skin.

"Bad thoughts today, huh?"

he softly said into your ear, his warm breath bringing a certain comfort you've been searching for the past twenty minutes.

You'd whisper, body relaxed into his, allowing his hold to sort of protect you from your own mind.

"They're everywhere, Al.."

You'd whisper, talking about your marks and spots, sniffles slightly drowning out your words and tears beginning to pool in your eyes again.

Alan rests his chin on your shoulder, looking at you in the mirror, his hands rubbing at the stretch marks on your stomach, almost like he was rubbing them away for you.

"They're a part of you, my dear. It may seem like they're ugly but they are a part of what makes you the woman i adore and love."

he'd tell you, pressing small kisses on your shoulders

"What if i want them to go away?"

You'd ask him, your shaking voice slowly starting to calm

He would smile softly, his body slowly swaying both of you side to side.

"If you truly wanted them gone then id help you, well work together to help you see yourself the same way i do."

His words truly hit you deep. He loved you the way you were but he was more than supportive to help you "better" yourself if you were truly unhappy with the way you see yourself.

"Although i must admit, if they do go away i for sure will miss the feel of them."

Hed mumble into your neck, pressing soft kisses as his hands moved to rest right underneath your breasts

You and him both laughed a bit, your head turning to press a kiss to his cheek in a form of thanks, a small smile resting on your lips.

"now why don't we, get you into some comfy clothes and we can relax and i can show you all the parts of you that i adore."

Hed mumble, pressing a kiss to your lips as he swept you up into a bridal carry, carrying you off to the bathroom to take a romantic bath together ;)

He knew that the thoughts wouldn't be silent forever but he loves you and he would always be there to help you fight against them.

Word Count: 645

Albert Blithe HCs

Summary: Albert Blithe fluffy HCs

Pairings: Albert Blithe x gender neutral s/o

Warnings: Mentions of PTSD, nightmares, and talk of WW2

Requested By: @ghoulsister1 Thank you for requesting and i apologize for how long it's taken me to get this out!

Sweet liddol Alby ;-;

You two have been two peas in a pod long before the war even came to light to the US

A week before he left to join the paratroopers he stopped by your home with your favorite flowers and his most clean suit on

He held you as you sobbed at the news of his signing up to fight and as he looked at you, skin glistening under the moonlight that accentuated your tears, he told you he loved you

You, of course, reciprocated those feelings and you tried to spend every moment together before he had to leave you

THE LETTERS OMG

I firmly believe he is a poet

maybe not as literate as sharkboy Webster but he knows enough to write you letters that filled your body with loving warmth and shivers every time you read them

He would tell you about everything, never sparing a detail and vice versa, you would tell him about every little detail going on back home

You would be the only one (Besides Winters and Speirs) that he would confide in about his fears of war

you let him know how normal they were, these young men simply signed a paper and were now being trained to possibly give their lives for a war that they had no part in creating

You admired him for that, truly.

No matter how scared he was he never gave up because he wanted to fight for his home, for his family and for you.

If fighting this war meant you and him would have a better, more peaceful life afterwards, then he was more than willing to

He has two little photocards of you that he keeps clipped to his bible

its tradition that every night he would say goodnight to those pictures and press a kiss to them before he went to sleep

You both stayed loyal to each other

It was common for soldiers to seek comfort with other women, regardless if they were already pledged to another but Albert REFUSED to indulge.

He was yours and only yours and you were his and only his.

The day before their jump to Normandy, Albert did SO MUCH praying

He wanted to try his hardest to make it back to you but he decided that he would ask the big guy above for a tiny bit of help

He wrote to you as often as he could, regardless that he was in enemy territory.

The minute he made it to a town he mailed them off, hoping he'd still be alive by the time you wrote him back

Taking Carentan was probably one of his most terrifying experiences

When he had his spout of hysterical blindness he truly felt broken

He was terrified he would never gain his sight back and he cried at the thought of never seeing your face again.

He decided that Winters would never know how truly thankful he was to him for calming him down enough so he could regain his sight

He wrote to you about that and in the midst of him writing, Skip took his photos of you (ya know, that scene where they're waiting for orders after they took carentan) and the teasing this boy got for having a catch like you was RELENTLESS

He almost punched him if he's being honest with himself

The moments they were stuck in the hedgerow was when Albert had his most doubts about himself

He couldnt even write to you and have you calm him down like you always do so he was simply left to his own thoughts

He never wanted this war, and he hates having to participate in it but it was for you. He needed you to have a happy and safe future and no matter the size of his role in the war it was important. HE was important.

Winters and Speirs' little pep talks helped him nearly as much as you did and he truly found his courage that day

meanwhile, you're a worried mess back in the states

it was hard for you to try and go about your day like the man you loved wasnt off risking his life every day

It was even more tough when you had a stack of letters to send but you had no address to send them too

You and Albert both spent many a night crying yourselves to sleep with the thoughts that you may never see eachother again.

Then came the day.

Albert honestly regretted his courage the day he got shot.

He couldn't think of anything other than the fact that he may die and you wouldn't know until you got that dreadful letter in the mail from his CO

And when you got the letter from him that he wrote to you in the hospital, you couldn't help but be grateful that he was leaving. Even though it was because of a wound, he was coming back to you, back to your arms, and that night you both cried happy tears.

He was coming home.

He took a taxi home, not telling you due to him wanting to surprise you and he admits he almost fainted when you opened your door, looking as ethereal as your photos standing infront of him

The kiss you two shared on your front porch will forever be in your memories.

And right there on that porch he asked you to marry him and without a single hesitation you told him yes.

However, things wouldn't be all peaches and cream for a little while.

The things he'd done, the things he'd seen and experienced were a lot for him.

He often woke up in cold sweats, dreaming such dreams that it took him a few minutes to adjust and remember that he was home. He was with you, not in a cold, wet trench.

You had a sixth sense with his nightmares tbh

You didn't even need to awake, you would just roll over, wrapping him in your arms and pressing soft sleepy kisses to his back as he intertwined your fingers with his

The hauntings of his time in the war would never really go away but your gentle touches and kisses made them all the more bearable.

i firmly stand by the fact that, you two got married the day the war ended

You were in the middle of your reception with your families when your radio blasted the news.

It was over. Things were over.

And that night you two went to sleep with no worries and surprisingly no nightmares.

I’M NORMAL ABOUT THEM I SWEAR I SWEAR

this is what happens when I go to school feeling upset and tired as fuuuuuuuck, I project onto Leo and doodle him and his silly ass boyfriend very poorly 💃

closeups and shit under the cut

Prologue

Title: Prologue

Word count: 1,586

Characters: John Watson and Matilda May

Warnings: Hints of abuse, unedited.

Notes: So here’s the prologue of my Sherlock story. It’s shorter compared to the next chapter I’m currently working on. If there are any triggers please tell me so I can add them to the tags. I haven’t edited it yet so take all typos and grammar mistakes with a grain of salt.

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The waiting room was nothing like she'd imagined it being. It was small and crowded. Crowded with sick adults and sick children. It appeared each and every seat was filled by someone. Not everyone was sick but they were clearly afflicted with some sort of ailment or issue, very few appeared to only be in for a casual check up. Every now and then a nurse would come call out a name and off the patient in question went. They'd disappear behind the plain painted blue doors.

At least the waiting room had some form of entertainment for the young children. A small flat screen hanging from the wall about the children's area. She'd seen it on her way in, mutedly broadcasting Peppa Pig, that hadn't interested her in the slightest. Instead she focused her attention on the floor, head down trying to bring as little attention to herself as she possibly could.

She didn't dare touch the toys. Not only were they colourfully decorated breeding grounds for germs, they weren't hers. And she'd been rigorously taught, never touch what doesn't belong to you.

So she sat. Sat amongst the grownups in the room. Her neighbour seated to her right a complete stranger seated to her left.

A sharp acidic smell burned her nostrils. An unmistakable mixture of both cheap booze and classless cigarettes. She had a hunch the foul smelling stranger beside her engaged in the distasteful hobbies as her father.

She wanted to look, to just sneak a peek at the person beside her, but again that was something she knew better than to do. So she kept her eyes, those deep, earthy brown orbs, trained on her old trainers. They were so worn, her big toe was pushing its way through her right toe cap.

All she could do was sit and listen to the gentle repetitive tune of the wait rum music. It's soft rhythmic hum provided some comfort. It was enough to relax the poor girl's tense muscles. She didn't want to be there. She couldn't be there. But there she was and she felt utterly sick.

It was her well to do neighbour who'd made the appointment. The young woman claimed she wanted to ease some of the weight off the girl's busy father's shoulders. The child had had questions but thought it better not to ask them. She should have been more bold. Then perhaps she wouldn't be there.

Her neighbour, Cartia Hennigan, was a lovely young woman approaching her early thirties. She often meant well but had a tendency to overstep her bounds. Nonetheless, the little girl couldn't help but feel pity for the woman. Cartia, all her kindness and charity was nothing more than a façade, covering her great loneliness.

The little girl twiddles her thumbs, replaying the unfortunate event that landed her little butt in the stiff plastic chair. I have to be less of myself, she swore, this never would have happened if I had.

She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head. Her forehead throbbed, as if her brain was protesting. Her rational analysis was fighting against her self blame. She massaged her temple with her left index and middle fingers, pressing her right arm tightly against her stomach. It didn't help.

She sat straight, mimicking the posture of a proud queen, eyes still shut, she placed her palms on her knees gripping the fabric of her pant leg. In times of great distress she often found it best to disappear. Unfortunately, unlike the deep sea pelagic octopod she couldn't actually become invisible. She could retreat to the quiet sanctity of her own mind.

Some people retreat to what they call a "happy place". Her? Well... At least she had some place all her own, where the world would slowly fade away.

"Matilda Hennigan.”

Her little head flew up, eyes snapping to the kindly nurse standing in the door separating the waiting room from the rest of the clinic.

Her eyes darted to Cartia who was already standing, walking toward the blue, aluminum trim door. Her eyes widened, pupils anxiously constricting, she quickly pushed herself out of her seat then hurriedly followed after her neighbor.

When she finally reached the door she cast one more nervous glance up at her neighbor. "Shall we?" the nurse smiles warmly and holds the door open wider for the two to enter.

JWJWJW

Matilda sat on at the practice table hands folded like so, neatly rested on her lap. She had to admit this wasn't going as terrible as she'd originally envisioned it going. From what her father had told her, the doctors clinic was an utterly awful place reserved for terrible, no good people. And Matilda was certain she wasn't a terrible person. Or at least she tried not to be.

Her dad mustn't have done his research or had to have been thinking of another clinic. This one was adequate.

The nurse was nice enough. Mary? Yes, that was her name.

She was kind, she made the tedious tests Matilda was forced to endure more bearable. She'd commented on how cute Matilda purple pink polka dotted leggings were. And even promised the little girl a lollipop before she left.

Mary did however seem suspicious when Cartia explained the reason for her bringing Matilda to the clinic in the first place. Matilda wasn't sure why, maybe the explanation sounded weird. It was rather silly. She shouldn't have been playing so close to the stairs.

Matilda tried not to vocalise her disappointment when Mary left to retrieve the doctor, but failed accidentally letting slip a small puppy like whimper. It was unintentional and it bothered her.

Now she sat in the room, not quite alone, with her neighbour. Matilda hated the dressing gown. It left her exposed, back half vulnerable and visible.

At the very least if she moved in front of the mirror she could count how many freckles dotted her skin back there. Maybe like her forehead, nose, and cheeks they formed shapes in a connect the dots kind of way.

Matilda pushes herself up and jumps to the floor. Pain sliced upward like a swift blade through her left ankle. This unbalanced her making her landing less than perfect she ignored the feeling knowing the pain would subside momentarily. Then under the critically watchful eyes of Cartia, she pressed forward across the room toward the only thing that interested her. At least now that Mary was gone.

It was like most things in the public clinic, cheap, only standing about two Tildas tall. Matilda, standing a little less than an arms length away from the mirror, extended an arm gently resting her hand on the smooth reflective glass. It felt cool, good against her skin.

She stared at her reflection, eyes narrowing. She angled her body to one side. She didn't get why both Cartia and Mary seemed worried. She thought she looked fine.

Two rich brown eyes sparkled back at her - the colour of the earth after long torrential rains. Freckles dotted her face, like a chaotic mess of chipped marble. Matilda loved her freckles. A tumble of stringy blonde hair, with dark brown roots, messily pulled back into a low lopsided pony-tail hung between her shoulder blades. Yeah she looked fine.

Hold on. Matilda rolled her tongue across her cheek. There was a jagged cut that'd scabbed over on the right side of her temple, giving her a Harry Potter esque mark.

Matilda frowned, noticing the somewhat sickening shade of blackish blue on her skin, creeping out from beneath the neck lining of her dressing gown. Matilda pulled her collar down revealing a dark purple bruise spreading from the lower half of her neck to her shoulder.

Matilda could feel a lump form in her throat. Still... nothing to worry about. Bruises fade. She shouldn't have played so close to the stairs.

JWJWJW

Matilda heard the door open and shut, it's swift creaking noise made her arms go rigid.

The Doctor entered in a cable crew neck sweater and dark almost black jeans, his pepper salted hair was closely cropped. He had a face like some guy that'd seen much pain, and suffered much loss.

"Hello." Greeting the two, he had the posture of a soldier but after shaking hands with Cartia he visibly relaxed. "What's your name?" His voice came out like he'd just pulled a double shift the day prior, only functioning because he was running on six cups of tea.

Whilst he exchanged casual pleasantries Cartia, Matilda mindfully walked around him back to her seat at the practice table.

She knew how to keep a poker face, even in uncomfortable situations. As she went she observed the doctor carefully, eyes critically analysing every last detail of the pale man. Matilda bit her inner cheek. She'd found it was always best to keep her final findings to herself. Kept her out of trouble.

Dr. Watson gave a brief look at his clipboard before turning to Matilda. Already still, she felt a tight knot form in her chest, under his gaze. He knelt in front of Matilda, allowing her to see the stethoscope draped round his neck. Her first thought, strangulation hazard.

She leaned back sitting further in your seat. "Hey there, you must be Matilda." Her breathing stopped momentarily as the man extended his hand out for her to shake. "What a lovely name." He gave her a smile that just seemed so genuinely sweet. "I'm your doctor, Doctor Watson."

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I actually really enjoyed writing this story and it might be the one I chose to continue. I’ve seen stories where Sherlock has a child but none with John and so I’m writing this. Her name is Matilda in honour of my favourite reading character as a child. I hope she lives up to her namesake. She doesn’t have a last name as far as anyone thus far is aware hence her name being Matilda May. Her first name and second middle name. I do enjoy this story but am considering another for front runner of the year.

Forever and Always - Part 2

Title: Forever and Always

Word count: 1,026

Characters: Blu and Girl

Warnings: Angst, crappy writing

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June 19, 2012

"Come on sweetie let's get you an ice pack for that shiner." Mom says ruffling my tangled messy hair. She walks down the sidewalk "Coming mom! Blu hurry up," I quietly call. The Aussie jumps out of the car, he's older now. I no longer have to help him get in and out of the car. His fur is more developed and his eyes are much clearer. The left one is as blue as the sky and the right one is as brown as dirt.

"Don't worry you'll get them next time." My mom say, she's just trying to cheer me up. It's her job, mother's are supposed to cheer their kids up. I got into a fight with some boys at school today, over what I can't even remember. It was probably something silly, it always is. Only the parent who cares showed when the principal called.

"No I won't they're so big and I'm so little there's no way I can beat them." I mumble taking a seat on the middle bar stool. It creak under my weight even though I don't weigh that much. My feet dangle above the floor with Blu lying under them. I can hear him sigh contently as he closes his eyes and drifts away to dreamland.

"Hey you are stronger than you know," my mom places a plate of fresh birthday bash cookies. I break a small piece the size of a nickel off and drop it in front of Blu. I share everything with my dog he's best friend. It's Blu, mom, and me forever and always. "Are you quoting Sofia the First? I'm twelve now I don't roll that way."

"No I'm not, don't believe what those boys say about you." I guess she’s right in her own motherly way. I walked away from that fight with less bruises and cuts than all of the those jerks. I bet they're just jealous because I’m the best kid on the baseball team. Nah that can't be true everyone one looks at me differently, not just them. I’m girl playing in a boy’s game.

"Mom they'll never like me girls aren't supposed to play sports with boys. I'm gonna go outback, come on Blu." I explain hopping down from my chair being careful not the land on my four legged best friend. Blu gets up and shakes his fur, he always does that when he wakes up. It always makes his dog tags jingle.

I slide open the sliding glass door. The grass is golden yellow as dead as the dinosaurs. It hasn't rained most of the summer although I don't really mind, more opportunities to go outside and make some human friends. I remember all the great adventures I’d had back here when I was younger. Discovering treasure, going to space, becoming a superhero, all great adventures I’d had with my best friend by my side.

I sulk over to a rickety bench near the end of our yard. It’s old and the wood is faded but I love it. This is my bench something no one can ever take from me. I sit down then pat the spot next to me gesturing for Blue to sit beside me. "You still think I’m great?" I ask, he looks at me. A dog’s eyes can tell you everything. They say the eyes are the window to the soul."Thanks, Blu it’s nice to know you’ll never leave me."

We sat in silence for what felt like forever, but in reality was probably only an hour and a half. A large crash resounds from the inside of my house. Blu growls protectively, I rise from the bench nervously fidgeting with my curly hair. I walk up to the house with Blu right at my heels. The sliding door squeaks as slowly pull it open, "Mom dad are you okay?"

"I'm fine, but I think I'll go for a walk to clear my head." Mom chokes, her eyes are red and puffy, tears stream down her cheeks. Uh oh did the monster make the mom cry?

"Brilliant idea," the monster grumbles stomping his Italian leather shoes all the way upstairs. I jump as the door to his monstrous den slams shut.

"Mom it's getting dark out and I heard there's supposed to be a storm tonight." I warn biting my lip nervously. I don't like the idea of my mom walking along the streets of New York City alone so late at night. "I'll be okay sweetheart."

"You should take Blu he can protect you, he's brave." I suggest, rushing to the door to grab Blu’s leather leash. My mother smiles but not her usual warm angelic smile, this one is different. It's sad and lonely. "That's okay, I think Blu would much more enjoy staying inside."

"But-" I don't even get time to finish my sentence. "No buts I need to be alone for a little while." My mother explains giving me a small side hug. I mentally frown but give my mom a small smile.

"Okay mom I understand, when you get home can we have Popsicles?"

I can feel tears streaming down my cheeks, my whole body is trembling. I hate when my mom leaves me with that beast. He doesn't even know I’m alive, as far as he’s concerned I’m a boy. I highly doubt he even knows my name.

"Sure anything for you, we could even eat them at the bench." My mother laughs. I still love her laugh and her smile, they are what make her so unique.

"I'll be back before you know it, it'll just take five minutes, I love you Libby." My mom coos affectionately, hugging me one last time. I watch sadly as she makes her way down the sidewalk. It's as if the whole world is was watching her leave. Birds were no longer singing and crickets had stopped chirping. The whole world was silent watching her leave.

Count backwards from ten thirty times and she'll be back, I tell myself though it doesn't ease my worries in the slightest. "Ten…nine…eight…seven…six…five…four…three…two…"

Chapter 1

Title: Eccedentesiast

Word count: 3, 312

Characters: John Watson and Matilda May

Warnings: bad dreams, panic attack?

Notes: Okay here's the first official chapter. I'll warn you I have a lot of "filler"/character chapters in mind before getting to the actual series episodes. Matilda needs to develop a sound relationship with John before thing get hectic. It's been two weeks since John took Matilda in as his foster child. She's still distrustful. Unsure whether it’s actually worth it to build a relationship with her foster father.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from BBC Sherlock (2010) only Matilda and other oc's.

Rated M - for Treachery.

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Eyes a hickory as rich as the earth's soil blew open constricting in the illuminated void.

Matilda stood on a pristine reflective surface, icy chills one after the other creeped up her spine. Her body stood rigid and up right as straight as a stone pillar. The space around her was pitch black save for a single indeterminate white light source that illuminated the area. It seemed she was stuck in a void, an endless expanse of nothingness for miles and miles.

Compelled by some unknown force Matilda began to move forward. Under the weight of her soles the surface rippled. Was it water? It appeared to be liquid glass. A thin cool layer that furrowed and waved with each step. She moved forward at a slow pace, one foot after the other. The silence of the inky void made her blood as cold as the murky waters of Antarctica.

In the black she could sense a seed growing in the pit of her stomach, in her core she knew the feeling. It felt as much a part of her, as the heart drumming in her chest. Under Matilda's lightly freckled exterior, beneath the anxiety, she was... It didn't matter. It doesn't matter. She chose to ignore the feeling. there was nothing that could be done about it. Not now.

Matilda didn't need to look, she kept moving forward. She knew left, right, forward, and back there was nothing. She stood alone in the black nothingness.

The darkness swirled around her petite form pricking her pale skin. A chilling draught of air bit at her nape. It blew in from the west or... perhaps the East. She couldn't be sure. Matilda cautiously turned her head to look over her shoulder. She sensed— she could feel... Matilda brought a single hand to the back of her neck.

Yep.

The hairs stood on end. She stopped dead in her tracks, making a complete 180, the water rippled beneath her.

Bam, bam, bam.

Adrenaline shot through her system. It pumps and beats like it's trying to break through her chest. Matilda's eyes grew wide with fear. Every instinct she had screamed either run fast or curl up in a defensive ball and take whatever came. Matilda usually favored, was the latter. But something told her this time it was better to run— smarter to run.

Bam, bam, bam.

She ran bare feet slapping the reflective ground. The cold air cut her throat as she inhaled deeper and faster. Matilda never was much of a runner. Her short legs betrayed her. She punched away into the darkness, haring forward. She could hear the loud pounding gaining, closing the distance between her and it.

Bam, bam, bam.

Aimlessly she sprinted forward. She recognized the sound. It poured gasoline onto the spark of fear stabbing between her ribs. Fear torched her guts, churning her stomach in tense cramps. Her lungs began to burn making Matilda's breathing shaky and labored. Her legs felt like churning cement.

Bam, bam, bam.

Matilda's feet slipped out from under her. The world rushed by in a blur and she knew the pain was coming. The world went by fast, yet slow, almost suspended. Then impact. Every muscle in her body knotted up, weighed down by the icy hands of the darkness and exhaustion.

The sound was closing in, so loud now it made her ears bleed. The wind viciously blew in from behind, howl more like a wicked cackle.

Matilda pushed herself up on all fours. She couldn't bare to stand all the way but she had to move. She couldn't allow the pursuer to catch her. She couldn't. Desperately she crawled forward.

Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam... crack.

Looking down from her place in the void, Matilda tried to steady herself trying to comprehend what was going on around her. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she eyed her reflection beneath her. Hesitantly she presses a trembling hand against the cold liquid glass. The pounding ebbed into nothingness until, until silence was as absolute as space.

Matilda stared entranced by her reflection. A paralyzing hurt spread through her body like sharp, liquid metal. The face staring up at her was foreign, new. She couldn't hear her rapid breathing, ignored the fogging up of the surface from her warm breath.

A child stared up at her. Her eyes are a bold cunning brown, the color of dark chocolate, and her neat, earth after rain brown hair pushed back by a red headband. Her pale skin was a canvas for her numerous freckles, as if some one had strewn brown chips of marble about frivolously. She wore a dress that stopped above her knees — blood red.

The reflection wasn't hers.

Matilda's eyes, a weak shade of brown, were dim, the color of dying candle, and her curled dirty blonde hair slowly browning from the roots hung in matted knots. Her skin while pale was marked purple and blue in spots, her freckles were rather small and barely visible unless she purposely dotted them with markers. She too wore a dress, however it was one of a different style and the color — envy green.

Fear curled up inside her and clung to her ribs, settling uncomfortably in her chest. She began to inch back away from the inaccurate reflection.

Crack. A long thin crack followed her and her reflection, growing with each move backward. She immediately ceased her movement. It was too late the crack continued to creep across the surface, sounding like the crushing of bones. It worked and slithers branching off in different directions until it created a circle trapping Matilda in the center. Three large splits fractured the face of her reflection.

Certain the breakage was through, Matilda cautiously stood. Her legs were like jello but she managed. Looking around she saw no way out. No matter where she stepped the ground would break out from beneath her.

BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM!

She stood hand covering her ears, in the middle of the void that had become her world, a world decorated by it's own broken cracks. Her brown eyes flickered out, becoming full, glossy. Then all at once she collapsed, tears flowed freely down her cheeks.

She could call for help. What would be the point? Why ask for help when there's no one for miles, to hear you.

In her distress she didn't notice the lone pale inky hand reaching from the depths of her liquid reflection. Icy fingers gripped her ankle in the darkness. Eyes fearfully widened, a gasp escaped her lips. In a moment of pure instinct she reached out, fingers extended.

All at once the glass shattered below her. She opened her mouth to let out a desperate scream but all that came out was air. The realization flooded in, there was nothing to be done.

She went silently. The last piece of her to drown, a hand, desperately reaching out.

JWJWJW

Waking up can be a kind gift, especially when nightmares fueled by her childish insecurities plagued her somnolent mind.

Matilda woke faster than a cat dropped ice-water, eyes flung so wide each iris was a perfect orb of rich hazelnut chocolate. She felt a sharp pain, like a knife, in her chest. It weighed on her, as if she were Giles Corey facing punishment. Cold sweat coated her skin giving it a texture. With a long exhale she felt her limbs flex in shock. Everything was blurry, her head spun. Images of her horrible dream echoed in the back of her head.

She stole a glance at the clock on her end table, rhythmically ticking away the seconds. 1:37am. She blinked, closed her eyes, and blinked again. She wanted to scream, but that's not what she needed.

She sat up, dragging her feet off the bed. Wrapping her upper body in her blanket, she got off bed, dragging the too large single sized blanket behind her. She yawned, ambling down the quiet corridor.

She was only slightly surprised to find John, sitting alone in the dark family room, the dim light of his laptop softly illuminating his face. She had a feeling he'd be up. He always was, going over patient files preparing for his next work day. However he was usually in his room.

She quietly shuffled into the kitchen, careful not to disturb John. She'd be quick, no reason to bother him. She'd get what she needed and return to her room.

Better to be self-reliant.

She stood in the center of the flat's small kitchen, where a kitchen island would be if there was room. Around her shoulders her blanket, worn like a cape, trailed behind her like a wedding train. She sucked on her middle and index fingers, eyes glued on a particular cabinet.

I did this earlier, she recalled. Her eyes bounced around the room, looking for things that could help her situation. She couldn't replicate her trick from breakfast, everything had been moved over the course of the day. The step stool was missing. She needed to think of something. Matilda could hardly reach the counter top on her own. Peanut.

Focusing, Matilda drew in her lower lip. Her eyes lit up, idea after idea flooded her brain, streaming. Her eyes narrowed in deep concentration, as she flipped through her concepts as if they were pages in a toy catalogue.

No, no, no, wait... she paused. A particular idea was formulating in the back of her head. Doable, a bit chancy.

Matilda was wrong. (In more ways than one.) John wasn't up going over patient files, well not every night. In the dark room, sitting on the sofa, his typing had a relaxing sound. He'd drowned out the furious noise of the rain thunder against the window panes ages ago. The darkness in a way had become his sanctuary, a place to recharge and forget. Forget about things, people time had abandoned.

His eyes scanned his screen, and read through the typed out text.

"He hasn't got a clue! He's flummoxed! He's bamboozled!

He's stuck...”

03, August. The words awakened old memories he couldn't bring himself to forget. All memories come with a price. Good or bad. You can't go back and fix them. You can't go back and relieve them. As much as you wish you could.

"According to the flight details, he was checked on board. They found the stub of his boarding pass and napkins etc on his body. His passport has been stamped in Berlin Airport. He should have died in the plane crash. But he didn't.

He was in a car boot. In Surrey.

Obviously, I haven't got a clue but neither does..."

He clapped down the laptop. That's enough for now.

Out of complete silence arose a loud clatter, the sound metal colliding against wood. "What the hell?" John quietly muttered, silently cursing as he got up to investigate.

Following the sound he found himself in the kitchen.

Matilda was on her knees back to him rummaging through the lower shelf of one of the cabinets. A mess of pots and pans was chaotically sprawled out across the kitchen tile, the largest pile up blew the counter where Matilda was kneeling. It didn't take a high functioning sociopath to deduce what had happened.

"Matilda what are you doing?!" The little girl froze, all of her muscles went tight. "You can't be climbing on the counter, it's not safe." John took her under the armpits and set her on the ground. She did not like that. As soon as John let her go, she corrected herself. She stood straight, arms at her side ready to take whatever John doled out.

Her brain was a beehive, a buzz with thoughts. She didn't mean to make him upset. She just needed to calm her head after the bad dream. Her heart felt tight. Her breathing became more rapid, more shallow. Her hands like claws ran through her hair pushing back her hair.

"You could have seriously hurt yourself," John went on.

Thoughts accelerated in her head. Too many, too fast. She squatted, sitting criss-cross on the floor, trying to make everything slow to a pace her young brain and body could handle.

John's scolding wasn't loud; he had neighbors and thin walls. For Matilda however his voice was so harsh it rivaled gunfire. "What were you thinking?!"

He knew he'd overstepped when he looked down to see the small girl curled up in her blanket like an armadillo. She was curled up in the fetal position eyes trained forward, completely glazed over.

"Matilda? Matilda?" John softened his tone, carefully kneeling beside her. "Sweetie I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to raise my voice." Matilda remained unresponsive. He'd have assumed she was dead if not for the repetitive rise and fall of her stomach from beneath the blanket.

He waited. The rain floated down the window pane in gentle waves, the pitter patter is a soft form of music. Pellets of water plink across the asphalt scattering puddles all round the city. The gusting wind blew with great force rocking the trees carrying the droplets in diagonal sheets. He sat in the darkness tenderly stroking back Matilda's browning dirty blonde hair.

John half-asleep woke to the sound of gentle lilt. From Matilda came a humming sound. Her eyes mindlessly darted around the room, never settling on a particular spot. She was chewing on some of her hair, a habit that appeared to be calming her down.

After a while Matilda went quiet, pupils fixing on the man beside sitting on the floor beside her. She pushed the hair out of her mouth. Her voice was quiet when she spoke.

"Can I have hot cocoa... Please?”

JWJWJW

Was it the best parenting decision, agreeing to let a young child have a rich mug of hot chocolate before returning to bed? Perhaps not. Did it settle the child's shot nerves, melting them like fondue. The little girl swore by the creamy beverage, claiming it was often the simplest things that brought her comfort. Hot chocolate, her comfort beverage.

Matilda sat at the overhang counter, feet dangling over the edge of her seat. She had proved not to be one of those children. You know, the ones who ask every minute "is it done yet?" She wasn't one of those kids. She held herself poised, trying to forget the previous moments events.

Matilda had thoughtlessly been twiddling her thumbs, chewing the inside of her cheek. "Why are you so a miss? You in all your faults. You're a loon, a weirdo, a mistake." There it went, her studio inner dialogue, it was never her friend. She didn't have friends. "Can't even handle a measly nightmare. Such a frea—"

"Matilda," John's voice saved her from her own thoughts. "Here you go, lovely." Matilda flashes him a smile, not a scared one but too tired to be considered a genuine smile.

He placed a mug in front of her. It was the first time he'd been able to make her hot chocolate since he'd taken her in. Despite John repeatedly telling her that his microwave was better than stovetop — and that she wasn't allowed to use the stove — she was inflexible.

Her eyes suspiciously narrowed, this was not her hot chocolate. "Thank you," she murmured, kindly accepting the mug. John chuckled softly, the child was too polite. From the slight crinkle up of her nose he could tell she was perplexed. He could see the little cogs in her brain spinning.

What's this? She cutely tilted her head inspecting, the white whip dollop stacked on top of cocoa decorated with red rectangle flecks. She hesitantly sticks out her tongue, just barely touching it against the white whip. Chills.

For a moment Matilda wraps her small hands around the ceramic mug, letting the heat warm her clammy palms. "Thank you," she repeated more sincerely this time. Leaving the mug, with some struggle she managed to get off the tall tool seat without help. She had every intention of retaking her mug — she'd finish the cocoa in the safety and security of her own room — however John picked up the mug before she had the chance.

Matilda bit her lip, nervously twisting the fabric of her pajama top. "Question for the cocoa," John bargained. Matilda's lips pressed together, turned down at the edges, and she nodded. "Why are you up?" He asked delicately.

Matilda's right eye twitched.

Understandably, Matilda was the most reserved and withdrawn child he had ever had the pleasure of meeting. She was nothing like the children who so boldly so curiously sought the council of Sherlock long ago. She kept to herself. Only speaking when it seemed polite or required.

"Truth please," John requested squatting so he was eye level with the 33.4" girl.

Her self-confidence was basically dead in the water at this point. It'd been brutally grabbed from behind and held under the drink against its will. Not that herself self-confidence had much of a will.

With a shaky sigh, she submitted. "I had a bad dream.

There was always an adorable yet heartbreaking timidness to her actions and mannerisms.

"Do you want to talk about it?" John offered, kindly handing the still warm mug off to Matilda. She flinched at first, body readying itself for a scolding blow. But she relaxed as soon as she realized John was only returning the cocoa to her.

She fearing he would change his mind on a dime she swiftly took the mug, cupping it in her hands. "No. No, thank you." she politely declined taking exactly two steps back from John. Weird, he didn't seem mad about her shortcoming.

As she inched toward the corridor, eyes never leaving John, she brought the rim of the, 'Our Clinic Has An Awesome Doctor. True Story.' mug to her lips. Dark, rich and pepperminty the warm hot chocolate coated her tongue thickly before flowing down her throat.

"I'm always here for you, if you need me," John whispered, knowing he couldn't hear him already around the corner.

Matilda May. John couldn't help but care for the little girl. Not only because she was utterly adorable, but also because there was something so endearing about her in general. A bit rigid around the edges, she was sure a sweet little darling. She was broken and scared, she didn't quite trust him.

He was hopeful she'd come around, eventually. He just had to—

Matilda poked her head back from round the corner connecting the kitchen and the corridor. "Goodnight John."

John's mouth twitched, the corners of his mouth lifted up into a soft smile.

—give it time.

The new fic I wrote <3

Felix needs more love and I have too many ocs. It's perfect. Anyway have some mild hurt/comfort with domestic fluff (Happy ending)

Finally thought of a title (it might change in the future 😭)

Heyo! This is another cross-post, been inching to write but I currently can't right now.. But this is a two part series!

And those who are interested, here's my AO3!

https://archiveofourown.org/users/AizawaIsCrazy

Silky White Gown, Part 1:

Aizawa stumbled through the door, body aching, head pounding, and exhaustion consuming him. UA has been hellish, the kids more loud and annoying, more villain attacks, and Bakugo and Midoriya fought again. While patrol was just as worse. Villain after villain after villain. Aizawa had to take down at least 5 different villains tonight, and 2 of them gave him a good beating, one of them got a deep slash on his leg, causing him to limp, but no stitches luckily, and the other 2 were just petty thieves. But he was glad to be home, especially to you, his lovey wife.

"'M home." He says in a tired and exhausted voice, throwing his scarf on the ground, kicking his shoes off, and unbuckling his belt as he made his way to the room where you most likely awaited him. Usually he'd put his things away somewhat neatly, but now, he just didn't care. As he walks into the bedroom, the last thing he expected was you, freshly out the shower, blow drying your hair, you were gorgeous, but the thing that caught his eye was your nightgown. It was long and flowy and silky, white, and it was loose, but somehow still hugged your curves. God damn did you look beautiful. Long hair flowing, face relaxed, and body so damn perfect. It's like he fell in love all over again. The pain and exhaustion from him gone.

"Hey, Sho-" You open your eyes, seeing him basically drooling over you, but your face contorted to worry, placing your blow dryer down.

"Oh my god, Sho! Are you okay?!" You immediately noticed his slashed up leg, and you walked towards him, only for him to stop you.

"Don't ruin your outfit. It doesn't hurt." He kisses you, then again, and again until your grab his face.

"Shota! You're bleeding! Get in the bathroom. I have to wrap it."

He hums and kisses you once more. "'M fine. You look beautiful." He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.

But ou frown, not getting as flattered as you usually would. "Thank you, but you can tell me that later, please Sho?"

Aizawa grumbles, and stops giving you kisses. "Fine.. we're continuing when I'm done." He gives you one more kiss, letting go of you and going in the bathroom, you following him to patch him up.

Once done, he quickly changes (mostly cause you forced him) and joins you in bed, you tried convincing him to shower, but he claimed he couldn't wait another second away from you. Aizawa holds you close to him, kissing you all over. "I'm taking it you like the gown?" You ask, allowing yourself to get smothered in kisses.

Aizawa hums before responding. "Mhmm.. absolutely beautiful you are.." He rubs your sides, hands going up and down them softly and slowly.

You give him a kiss on the lips, soft, and slow, but long. Pulling away, he kissed you once more, before letting you get all snuggled and comfortable, holding each other tightly.

"Tomorrow.. that body is mine." He mumbled in your ear, voice hot and deep.

You blush a bit, thinking about all the possibilities, and nodding. "Okay.. Sho.." You kiss his chest, moving deeper into his body, falling asleep comfortably in the presence of each other once again