(Y/N) sighed happily, looking out the window as the storm calmed down. What was the point of being at a private beach if you couldn’t enjoy the actual beach? Thankfully, the storm was dying down so tomorrow should be fun…
“Enjoying the view, are we?” Arms were instantly wrapped around (Y/N)’s waist and Kyouya placed a kiss on the back of her head.
“Mmhmm. Well as much of the view that you can see through a storm.” (Y/N) replied, laughing lightly. “What’ve you been up to?” She asked curiously. After Tamaki had made his dramatic exit, (Y/N) had stayed in the dining room with Haruhi and the others while Kyouya had gone to show Tamaki his room.
“Oh you know. Just setting those two up for their apologies.” Kyouya smirked and (Y/N) turned in his arms laughing softly.
Tamaki: King of the Host Club quite likes to sit on the window ledge and just watch rain fall down against the window pane, sometimes when he’s with his s/o, he’ll lie down with them on a couch or a bed and just listen to the rain fall on the ceiling with soft conversations about whatever’s on their mind. Perfect stay-at-home date, if you ask me
Hikaru: Hikaru is the kid who really enjoys having fun in the rain as long as he’s with the right person. His s/o must be someone who’s willing to drop anything to have fun so when it starts to rain, or even pour, he’ll grab their hand and drag them outside and just spin around in the rain. He might even toss them over his shoulder, twirling them around happily. Maybe even a kiss in the rain
Kaoru: Kaoru, although usually seen with his brother, isn’t the same. He would enjoy going out and playing in the rain but he looks forward to the aftermath. He and his s/o would stay inside and fool around, maybe watch some TV together but then afterwards, when the sun came out and a rainbow flashed across the sky, he would drag his s/o to go see the pretty colours flash in the sky and splash in the puddles with him
Honey: Honey’s still under the impression that rainy days can mostly mean sadness so sometimes he’s in a bad mood when it’s raining. But if he’s with his s/o, it’ll be a fun night. They’ll distract themselves inside with some sort of activity, maybe baking cookies or playing some games. But then he’ll be incredibly amazed by the site of the rainbow afterwords so he’ll want to go out and see it while skipping around on the sidewalk.
Mori: Mori likes rainy days because they’re calming to him. The sound of rain makes him relax and just think through everything that’s happened recently. With his s/o, this is perfect cuddling weather and a great time to spend some quality alone time together. He might not go out of his way to get wet under the rain but he wouldn’t mind it too much.
Kyoya: Kyoya’s s/o would have to drag him away from his work to show him the beauty of rainy days because to him, they’re just a hassle. He would rather stay dry and continue his work but if the rain is really in his way, he would try to continue his day normally, without getting soaked. But if his s/o would like to go dancing in the rain, well he’s not going to let them get pneumonia without him.
Haruhi: Haruhi hates thunderstorms, everyone knows that. But if it’s just a light drizzle or maybe just pouring rain with no chance of thunder and lightning, she’s alright. This is, however, the time when she would like to snuggle under a blanket and would need a bit of reassuring that her s/o wouldn’t leave her alone, just in case it does turn into a thunder storm.
The clock ticked slowly, like it knew (Y/N)’s eyes were watching it.
“You know, my dear, the clock isn’t just going to speed up because you’re glaring at it.” came her boyfriend’s chuckle.
(Y/N) looked up and offered a small smile to Kyoya Ootori, sheepishly standing up from her place on the couch.
“A girl can try, right?” She laughed shyly. “I’m sorry, I am happy you’re happy when you’re here. I just-”
“(Y/N) doesn’t like seeing girls flaunt their beautiful faces over you.” Hikaru’s taunting voice appeared from behind her and she whirled around to see the twins smirking at her.
“Especially when she’s got such self esteem issues.” Kaoru added in.
“We don’t see why, of course, except for the fact that you won’t wear clothes that you’d look best in-”
“Such as the swim suits we brought you last week.”
“As much as I appreciate you two being honest about my own girlfriend, I’d prefer if you did not make her feel embarrassed while we are having a conversation.” Kyoya gave the two a smile but (Y/N) could see the hint of a threat in his eyes.
“Whatever you say, Kyoya-senpai.” the boys waved their hands dismissively and walked arms linked towards the other side of the room where girls were waiting for their attention.
“Quite the pair.” (Y/N) laughed, awkwardly watching them and avoiding Kyoya’s eyes, knowing he was watching her.
“Are you really that self conscious?” Kyoya asked after a moment. “Does my work with the girls make you uncomfortable? It’s just a job after all, it means nothing to me.”
(Y/N) finally met his eyes, watching him for a moment. “You’re right, I’m just going to start my own Host Club for boys and flirt with them for a job. But it doesn’t mean anything to me so it won’t make you jealous or anything right?” She blinked her eyes innocently, and watched as Kyoya started to bit on his lip.
“Point taken. Would you prefer if I didn’t work here?” Kyoya inquired quietly.
“I think you have too much fun with this club for me to take you away from it. I just kinda wish I didn’t have to wait for your time and…maybe get to see you away from other girls more often.” (Y/N) sighed, brushing her hair away from her face.
Kyoya paused and his eyes scanned her face for a moment before he turned away, facing the direction in which Tamaki was sitting.
“(Y/N) and I will be taking a walk around the grounds if anyone needs us. Should you need us, you can talk to us after we’re back.” Kyoya smiled, turning back to his love. “No more waiting.” He said in a softer voice, holding out his hand to her.
(I know it’s not really sacrifice but I tried – been having writer’s block lately, so send me some ideas! Also shoutout to @writing-central for the Dialogue Prompt that I used in this writing :))
Kyoya always knew deep down inside that he was in love. Not that he’d ever tell anyone though. Love was just a chemical reaction, after all. If he stopped thinking about it, perhaps it would go away.
But it didn’t.
It didn’t help that the person of his infatuation was always at the host club. He always offered to set her up with another host, one who was more willing to talk to her and dote on her, since he was so busy with the financial part of the business. But she’d just smile and shake her head.
“I know you don’t want to be alone, even if you say that, Kyoya.” She would say to him. And Kyoya would look at his books, pretending to be busy doing calculations and whatnot, but inside he’d be over the moon that she didn’t want someone else.
“I have the most brilliant idea! More than brilliant! Genius! It’s wonderful!” Tamaki exclaimed to his best friend one day. “We’ll go on a trip to the museum and take a look at all the fine art around us! Maybe their beauty will inspire us to be even more beautiful for our customers!”
“Mhm,” Kyoya responded, tapping his pen on his book as he attempted to concentrate.
“What do you think, Kyoya? Shall we go? I think it’d be a great opportunity for me to teach Haruhi all about beauty! She’s a natural, I know, but maybe if she sees the way the great artists protray women, it’ll bring out her feminine natures too!”
“Whatever…”
“I was thinking we might bring along (Y/N) as well!”
Kyoya looked up at the mention of her, suddenly thinking about the way she smiled at him. “Why, if I may ask? Do you plan on bringing all the guests?”
“No, just (Y/N). She and Haruhi get along quite well so maybe she can also help with my plan to make Haruhi more like a girl again!” Tamaki grinned, shaking with excitement. “Do you like my plan, Kyoya? I think we should do it! Maybe tomorrow! Invite (Y/N) when she comes to the club today, alright? This is going to be the best trip ever!” The King’s voice trailed off as Kyoya’s thoughts drifted. All he could think about was (Y/N).
“The museum?” (Y/N) blinked, surprised. “Is it a Host Club event?”
“Not in the slightest. Tamaki wants to show off the arts’ beauty. He’d like you to come along.”
“He wants me to come?” (Y/N) asked, a smirk growing at her lips. “Well if Tamaki wants me to come along, he should’ve invited me himself. It could’ve been a date.”
Kyoya paused from his work, looking up at his guest. “Would you like me to inform him that he has an admirer?” He asked, his tone serious but (Y/N) could see the teasing glint in his eyes.
“Well you might as well. After all, Tamaki is the most popular host here.” (Y/N) laughed, taking the moment to glance at the blond host as he made some girl squeal over the sweet nothings he whispered in her ear.
“If it makes any difference, I think Tamaki will be spending most of his time at the museum trying to teach Haruhi about the art. You might not get any alone time with him, if that’s what you’re looking for.” Kyoya leaned forward on the table towards her, leaning his chin on his folded hands and grinning cheekily at her.
(Y/N) laughed, brushing her hair from her face. “Darn, missed my shot then. Guess I’ll have to spend some time with some other host then. Think Mori-senpai would enjoy my company?” She asked, batting her eyelashes at her intellectual competitor in front of her.
Kyoya’s eyes narrowed and his smile broadened, allowing himself a chuckle. “Perhaps. If it’s not too forward, however, I was hoping we could spend time together at the museum.”
His voice said calm. His heart said not. It was racing so fast, he was sure it was moving his uniform. The thought of (Y/N) being able to see how flustered he was getting made it all the more nerve-racking.
Why wasn’t she saying anything? Why was she just giving him that cute smile? Could she not do that right now? Here he was, putting all these feelings out on the line for her. Sacrificing his dignity, his reputation, everything! And all she could do was smile?
“Sure,” (Y/N) finally responded, giggling as she saw the nervousness seeping through Kyoya’s usually cool demeanour.
“What’s so funny?” Kyoya asked, allowing himself to calm down in the face of victory.
“Youuuuu caaaaaare about meee.” She snickered, teasing him with a sing-songy tune to her words.
“If by ‘care’ you mean that I’d rather not see you die a horrifying death, then I guess I do care. But I consider it a human decency.” Kyoya’s reply was short and simple, but he couldn’t help but allow his lips to turn into a small smile.
“You don’t have human deceny!” (Y/N) laughed, smiling with him. “So, in conclusion, you care about me!” The girl’s smile grew and she got up to grab herself a treat before Honey finished them all.
Kyoya watched her interact with his friends, he watched her walk in the room, her every step interesting for him for who knows what reason.
“Kyoya-senpai?”
The dark-haired boy glanced over, noticing Haruhi sitting on a nearby sofa. She had been entertaining guests, but probably evesdropping as well, Kyoya assumed.
“Hm?”
“You do care for (Y/N), don’t you? More than just your normal caring about guests.” Haruhi’s words sounded more like a statement than a question, and Kyoya felt his lips turn more into a smile, even though his secret had just been brought to light.
“I suppose…I do.”
Kyoya turned back to his notebook, not allowed Haruhi to see the smile on his face. Maybe it wasn’t so bad to open himself up to (Y/N) more often…after all, if this was the feeling he got when he sacrificed his reputation in that moment…maybe he’d do it more often.
Wow, this one got a bit longer than I’d intended, but I fell in love with this boy a bit… ok a lot more than a bit. The nsfw bit isn’t very long, just a paragraph. I hope you like it!! It’s number five in my list of 20 requests!
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Not everyone who worked at or
went to the waterfront bar was non-human, but in this little seaside town, it
was a fair bet to assume that the person sitting next to you had some kind of
gift, ability, or alternate form. There were even two packs of werewolves in the area who – miraculously – got on with each other pretty well, and only had the
smallest bouts of jocular rivalry.
The owner of The Cornucopia
was a satyr named Lea, and she was known for taking in strays of one sort or
another. She’d adopted you as a favourite patron a while back during a messy
breakup, and a few members of her staff were lost souls with nowhere else to
go.
On a gusty October evening,
you pushed open the doors, hair wild from the salt spray in the air outside,
and smiled instantly. The atmosphere inside was always the same, and it soothed
you to see the regulars there too. As you approached the bar, you realised that
there was a new face, however, and wow if he wasn’t the most beautiful man
you’d ever seen.
He was tall, perhaps just
north of six foot, but there was a shy set to his shoulders beneath the simple,
white t-shirt he was wearing, and he looked slim and perhaps even a little
haunted. His nut-brown hair was tied back in a scruffy bun, with a few sections
falling forwards into his eyes at the front, and his cheekbones caught the soft
light of the bar in a way that made your stomach tie itself in knots. As you
neared the bar and saw him more clearly, you saw that he had beautiful, dark
brown eyes, and a slight frown to his strong brows. And freckles.
You licked your lips and ran
a hand through your sea-battered hair, shrugging out of your jacket. He was
busy wiping the bar countertop down, but he caught the movement and glanced up
apprehensively.
Toad's Cave 