honeysunai

— 𝐀 𝐍 𝐈 𝐌 𝐄

Keishin Ukai (Haikyuu) :

✧ Sick games ; Practice makes perfect ; The Aftermath ; The night before — (Hiatus) (Febuary 2022)

The new employee of the Yue store across the street from the Sakanoshita market is also the new Assistant coach of Nekoma’s Volleyball team and the nemesis of Karasuno’s coach.

Kyoya Ootori (Ouran High School Host Club) :

✧ Starting today, you’re a host! ; Attack of lady manager! ; The dinner date ; We lost Honey! ; Sun and thunder ; The Perfect Boyfriend List ; Operation : Make her happy ; Test of courage ; Under the Mistletoe

✧ tag list hostess

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

Nishinoya Yu (Haikyuu) :

✧ Bad Idea — (Febuary 2022)

Your first late night date with your classmate Yū Nishinoya was going so good until you both saw red and blue light shine through the gates of the park you were at.

Suguru Geto (Jujutsu Kaisen) :

✧ My salvation — (March 2023)

When you first stepped into the Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College as a teenager, you first fell head over heels over Suguru Geto. As the years went on, he chose a path of evil and violence that you couldn’t follow him to which led you to a heartbreak. Years later, you became a teacher at that same school and you weren’t expecting to ever see him again and you didn’t think an old flame could spark again even in the midst of war. 

— 𝐃 𝐑 𝐀 𝐆 𝐎 𝐍 𝐀 𝐆 𝐄

Cullen Rutherford

✧ Missing you — (January 2024)

During the two years after Corypheus' defeat, Lavellan had to leave for months on end to seek her allies to keep the Inquisition afloat. Amidst the diplomatic endeavors, a letter from Cullen finds its way to her.

— 𝐁 𝐀 𝐋 𝐃 𝐔 𝐑 ' 𝐒 𝐆 𝐀 𝐓 𝐄

Gale Dekarios

✧ Better Tomorrow — (January 2024)

During his travels to find a cure for the illithid parasites, Gale encountered an old flame in Baldur's Gate.

— 𝐀 𝐂 𝐎 𝐓 𝐀 𝐑

Lucien Vanserra

✧ Making things right — (May 2024)

You are Lucien's mate and neither of you are happy about it. So during one night you finally decide to see eye to eye.

Cassian

✧ Lost Lovers — (July 2024)

Spring break arrived quietly, almost unexpectedly, after weeks that had blurred together in a haze of exams, restless nights, and the exhausting effort of pretending nothing had changed between you and Kyoya.

The last snow of winter had melted days ago, leaving the city damp and gray, but the promise of spring hung faintly in the air. Buds were beginning to appear on tree branches, fragile hints of green pushing stubbornly through the cold.

It felt like the world itself was stretching after a long sleep.

The train ride to Karuizawa was supposed to feel relaxing.

Instead, your thoughts refused to settle.

The rhythmic clatter of the train wheels echoed softly through the carriage as the scenery shifted from dense city blocks to quiet suburbs and finally to the open countryside. Tall pine trees lined the hills, their dark silhouettes standing proudly against the pale sky.

The Host Club had taken over nearly an entire row of seats.

Naturally.

Tamaki had insisted this trip was essential. Something about “supporting Haruhi’s humble working environment” and “strengthening the familial bonds of the Host Club.” In reality, it was simply an excuse for everyone to escape the city for a few days.

The atmosphere in the train car was loud and chaotic, just the way it always became when the group gathered together.

Honey had already opened an entire box of pastries and was happily offering them to anyone within arm’s reach. Mori quietly passed him napkins whenever crumbs inevitably fell onto his uniform.

Across the aisle, Hikaru and Kaoru argued about which of them had packed the wrong charger, though neither seemed particularly bothered by the problem.

And Tamaki…

Tamaki was standing dramatically in the aisle, delivering a speech to absolutely no one who had asked for it.

You leaned your head against the cool glass of the window, letting the faint vibrations of the train hum against your temple.

It should have been easy to relax.

But your gaze drifted across the aisle almost unconsciously.

Kyoya sat two seats away, slightly removed from the chaos around him.

His posture was perfectly composed, as it always was, his laptop open neatly on his knees. His fingers moved steadily across the keyboard, efficient and precise, as if the concept of vacation simply didn’t apply to him.

Of course he was working.

Even here.

A faint crease appeared between your brows.

Part of you had expected that. Another part—one you refused to acknowledge too deeply—had hoped he might actually allow himself a break.

Your eyes lingered on him for just a moment too long.

Kyoya looked up.

The moment your gazes met, something subtle shifted in his expression. Not enough for anyone else to notice. Just a small flicker of recognition behind the lenses of his glasses.

A silent awareness.

Your stomach twisted faintly.

You turned your head back toward the window before the moment could stretch any longer.

Outside, the landscape continued to change.

The city had disappeared entirely now, replaced by wide stretches of forest and quiet mountain roads winding through the hills.

Karuizawa was known for its peaceful atmosphere, a retreat from the overwhelming pace of Tokyo life.

It was supposed to be quiet here.

You wondered briefly if the town was prepared for the Host Club.

Who really was at this point?

The air felt noticeably colder when you stepped off the train.

Karuizawa welcomed you with the clean, crisp scent of pine trees and damp earth. The mountains surrounding the town still held traces of winter, their higher slopes dusted faintly with snow that hadn’t quite melted yet.

It was quieter here.

The kind of quiet that felt deliberate, like the world was taking its time breathing.

Haruhi led the group through a narrow street lined with small shops and traditional wooden houses. The path curved gently through the town, eventually leading to a cozy bed and breakfast tucked just beyond the main road.

The building itself looked warm and inviting.

Soft yellow light glowed through the windows, and a small garden out front was just beginning to wake from winter. Tiny white flowers dotted the edges of the walkway like scattered stars.

It looked peaceful.

Which meant the Host Club would inevitably destroy that peace within minutes.

Tamaki pushed open the door with the confidence of someone entering his own palace.

“Greetings!”

His voice echoed dramatically through the quiet lobby.

You winced.

Behind the small wooden counter stood the owner, a middle-aged woman with tired eyes and the unmistakable posture of someone who had already dealt with too many troublesome guests in her lifetime.

She looked up slowly.

Her gaze moved across the group one person at a time.

Honey, happily holding a pastry.

The twins, leaning casually against the doorway.

Mori, towering silently behind them.

Tamaki, striking what he probably believed was a charming pose.

Then her eyes landed on Kyoya.

And finally on you.

Her expression didn’t change.

“…Shoes,” she said simply.

Tamaki blinked.

“Pardon?”

The woman pointed toward the entrance mat.

“Take them off.”

Haruhi had already begun removing her shoes, clearly accustomed to the routine.

The rest of you followed suit.

The owner sighed softly, clearly preparing herself for whatever chaos had just entered her establishment.

The moment Tamaki learned that the inn was nearly full, a new energy seemed to ignite inside him.

His competitive spirit.

He declared the situation a “hospitality challenge,” much to Haruhi’s visible dismay.

You leaned lightly against the wall beside her, watching the scene unfold with growing amusement.

Tamaki’s performance at the piano was exactly as dramatic as you expected.

His movements were exaggerated, every flourish of his hands accompanied by an expression so emotional it bordered on tragic. The music echoed beautifully through the room, though you suspected the owner was far more focused on the fact that he hadn’t asked permission before touching the instrument.

The twins attempted their usual charm.

It failed almost immediately.

Honey succeeded effortlessly simply by offering the woman a slice of cake.

Mori helped Haruhi carry luggage upstairs without being asked.

And Kyoya…

Kyoya did what Kyoya always did.

He observed.

For several minutes he simply watched the owner work behind the desk, noting the small inefficiencies in the way she managed reservations. The slight hesitation when she flipped through her notebook. The occasional confusion between guest names.

Then he stepped forward.

Not with charm. Not with theatrics. But with quiet precision. Within minutes he had reorganized her entire booking system. The woman stared at the neatly structured pages as if she were witnessing a miracle. You couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips.

Kyoya didn’t try to impress people. He made himself necessary. That was his real talent. And it worked every time.

"They are particularly annoying today aren't they?" You asked Haruhi.

"I don't know what bit them, but they are being worse than peakcocks." That made you laugh quietly. "Seriously, I wanted my spring break to be a BREAK from everyone and you all just waltz here."

"Don't blame me." You say. "Tamaki practically begged me on his knees to come with, he says you like me most."

"He's not wrong." She smiles and so did you before you start helping her making tea for guests.

Soon, the warm scent of brewed tea drifted through the inn, mixing with the faint earthy smell of damp pine from outside.

It felt different here.

Lighter.

Even Kyoya seemed slightly less rigid than usual, though his composure never truly faltered.

He adjusted his glasses as if nothing remarkable had happened, yet there was a faint satisfaction in the way he closed his laptop and slipped it neatly into his bag. The woman congratulated Kyoya for his help and Tamaki lifted his head from the piano with a look of deep betrayal.

“How could you betray your own king like this, Kyoya?” he groaned.

Kyoya simply glanced at him. “I didn’t realize this was a competition.”

The twins snorted. Haruhi sighed. And just like that, the peace of the quiet inn dissolved into its inevitable chaos.

Later that afternoon, the town itself became the next stage for Tamaki’s endless energy.

Karuizawa was calm in a way Tokyo never was. Narrow streets curved gently between rows of small shops and quiet cafés. Bicycles rested against wooden fences, and the distant sound of wind brushing through tall pine trees created a soft whisper that seemed to linger in the air.

The sky had turned a soft pale blue, the early spring sun hanging low but warm.

The group wandered through the streets together, though “together” was a generous description.

Honey had immediately discovered a dessert shop and refused to leave.

The twins were busy teasing Haruhi about something you suspected involved their newest “plan.”

Tamaki had already declared the beginning of Operation: Ruin Haruhi’s Romantic Date, complete with an unnecessarily complicated strategy.

You had tried to stay out of it.

You had failed.

Now you found yourself standing beside Kyoya near a small stone bridge overlooking a slow-moving stream while the rest of the group loudly debated the logistics of their ridiculous plan several steps ahead.

The water below reflected the sky in quiet ripples.

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

It wasn’t uncomfortable silence.

But it wasn’t entirely easy either.

Kyoya’s presence beside you had always carried a strange weight, something sharp and quiet that demanded attention even when he said nothing at all.

Your fingers rested lightly against the wooden railing of the bridge, tracing the faint grooves worn into the surface by years of weather.

“You’re unusually quiet today.” Kyoya’s voice broke the silence calmly.

You glanced at him. “I could say the same thing about you.” He didn’t deny it.

His gaze drifted briefly toward the group ahead, where Tamaki had somehow acquired a map and was dramatically pointing toward the lake as if planning a military operation.

Kyoya exhaled softly. “They’re planning to stop Hikaru and Haruhi into spending time alone.”

You hummed quietly. “That obvious?”

“Painfully.” For a moment, the faintest trace of amusement flickered across his face. You watched the expression carefully. Kyoya rarely allowed himself moments like that.

“You’re going to help them, aren’t you?” you said after a moment.

He tilted his head slightly. “Most likely.”

“Why?” Kyoya adjusted his glasses again, though the gesture seemed more thoughtful than necessary.

“Because it will produce interesting results.” That sounded exactly like him. Yet there was something softer beneath the logic. Something he probably wouldn’t admit out loud.

"But why should we stop them? If he likes her let him." You shrug. "First come first serve. I personally think it's brave."

He chuckles. "Do you?"

"It takes courage to go on dates no?" You smile as you turn your head to look at him, but he's already looking at you.

"Are you suggesting sabotage?" He inquires.

"Something like that."

The plan unfolded slowly over the next hour. Not because Tamaki’s strategy was brilliant. But because you and Kyoya quietly adjusted things behind the scenes. A wrong turn here. A conveniently broken bicycle there. A suggestion that Haruhi and Hikaru should walk ahead to “check the path.” so that they can spend more time together and away from the group. Before long, the two of them had wandered several streets away from the rest of the group.

Tamaki, defeated, sulked back at the inn with Honey comforting him, Mori, as always following along with Kaoru.

Leaving you standing on the edge of the quiet street beside Kyoya once more. You hadn’t planned to be alone with him. But somehow it kept happening. The soft evening breeze lifted a few loose strands of your hair as you looked down the street. Lanterns had begun lighting up outside the shops as the sun slowly dipped lower.

“Come on,” you said suddenly.

Kyoya raised an eyebrow. “Where?”

“You’re on vacation.” He looked mildly confused.

“I don’t believe I agreed to that.” You grabbed his wrist before he could protest further. The gesture surprised both of you. For a brief second you almost let go. But you didn’t.

“You’re taking a break whether you like it or not.” Kyoya allowed himself to be pulled down the street.

Reluctantly.

But he didn’t resist. The small festival at the edge of town had already begun.

Rows of paper lanterns hung between wooden stalls, casting warm golden light over the gathering crowd. The smell of grilled food filled the air, mixed with the distant sound of laughter and music drifting through the evening breeze.

Kyoya stopped walking the moment he saw it. His expression shifted instantly into quiet disapproval.

“This is inefficient.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re impossible.” People moved around you in cheerful clusters, couples strolling between stalls, children laughing as they ran past with bright masks in their hands.

It was lively.

Messy.

Unstructured.

Everything Kyoya usually avoided. Which was exactly why you dragged him deeper into the crowd. You stopped at the first food stall you saw. A vendor handed you two skewers of grilled meat. Kyoya stared at the food as if it were a complicated puzzle.

“You’re supposed to eat it,” you said.

“I’m aware.” He hesitated. Then, slowly, he took a bite. You watched him carefully. His expression remained neutral.

But something subtle shifted in his posture.

“You like it,” you said.

“I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to.” Kyoya sighed softly. For once, he didn’t argue. The evening passed slowly after that. You walked through the lantern-lit streets together, stopping occasionally at small stalls or quiet corners where the music drifted faintly through the air. At some point you bought a small fox mask from a vendor. Bright red. Cheap. Completely ridiculous. Kyoya stared at it in silent disbelief when you held it out to him.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Completely.” He didn’t take it. So you gently hooked the string around his wrist instead. “There.”

Kyoya looked down at it. The mask swung lightly with the movement of his hand. For a long moment he said nothing. Then he sighed again. But he didn’t remove it.

By the time you returned to the inn, the night had settled fully over the quiet town.

The rest of the Host Club had gathered outside near the garden, where a small fire pit cast soft flickering light across the grass.

Honey was happily roasting marshmallows.

Tamaki was dramatically retelling the story of Hikaru’s “first date,” despite having witnessed almost none of it.

Haruhi looked exhausted. You stepped quietly into the warm glow of the firelight. Kyoya stopped beside you. For a moment neither of you joined the others. The garden smelled faintly of smoke and spring flowers. The soft crackle of the fire filled the silence between conversations. You glanced at him.

“Did you hate today?”

Kyoya looked toward the fire. Then back at you. “…Not entirely.” The answer was quiet. Almost reluctant.

You smiled. “High praise.”

He adjusted his glasses again. “If anyone asks,” he added calmly, “I was forced.” You laughed softly. Then something warm brushed against your hand. Your fingers stilled. Kyoya’s hand had moved just enough for his knuckles to rest lightly against yours. It wasn’t obvious. Anyone looking would have assumed it was accidental. But it wasn’t. His fingers curled slightly, catching yours for the briefest moment. Hidden in the shadows. Hidden from everyone else. Across the garden, Tamaki suddenly shouted something dramatic about destiny.

You jolted awake like you’ve done for the past ten days. Your mind was racing and your heart was pounding. You couldn’t stop thinking about Kyoya and what he did so shamelessly to you. The memory of Kyoya's shameless actions consumed you, a relentless loop that replayed with vivid intensity. He had acted without a shred of hesitation, unburdened by remorse, leaving an indelible mark on your consciousness and your body. Your thighs clenched together and your face turns red at the thought of Kyoya back between your legs. 

It was short and passionate, he kissed you more afterwards and refused to give in to your pleasure to return the favor to him. To your displeasure, he refused and reminded you that this “deal” between you is only physical and he didn’t need you that night. The day after he had put back the wall he put between you and barely spoke to you and you did the same by ignoring him for all the next ten days.  No matter how hard you try to get him off your mind and ignore him, the second you close your eyes you can only think about him and what you wish he would do to you. 

All that daydreaming is costing you some A’s on your papers and you won’t settle for less!

This wasn’t you! You were so confused as to why you dreamt so much about him! You used to despise him and his shitty attitude and now you were sexually dreaming of him… Get a grip! You couldn’t lose to him either, you said you won’t fall in love with him, he’s just a high school crush… A crush… You couldn’t possibly have a crush on Kyoya Ootori? He’s a stupid teenager and you are so much more than a teenager that has a crush. You’re independent, you’re talented, intelligent and pretty. 

You went to your mirror to get ready and pointed at your reflection with a twisted expression. “You have to despise him again.” You grunt. “You don’t love him, you lust after him which is not better, but it’s temporary.” 

Under the chilling water, you braced yourself for the day ahead, feeling the exhaustion seep from your bones. It was shaping up to be another one of those rough days. After the shower, you reluctantly checked your agenda, and there it was, like a punch to the gut – an exam last period. Groaning, you realized the day wasn't going to cut you any slack. With a sigh, you steeled yourself for the challenge, hoping you'd find the energy to tackle it when the time came.

You’ve managed to survive two periods before Kyoya dragged you into an empty music room, his lips glued to yours. His gentle hands cupped your cheeks, tilting your head upward to part your perfect lips so his tongue can meet yours. 

As your lips meet in a deliberate, unhurried rhythm, time seems to pause, allowing every tender sensation to unfurl. The warmth of Kyoya’s breath mingles with yours, creating an electric current that courses through your body. The gentle exploration of lips and tongues is a language of desire, each movement deliberate and sensuous. Every touch is deliberate, sensuous, and in those stolen moments, it's like you're wrapped up in this emotional symphony. The world outside just kind of disappears, and all that's left is this mix of vulnerability and desire hanging in the air. It's intense, like you're caught up in something so much bigger than just a kiss.

You broke the kiss first and his eyes searched yours with this lust that glimmered in them. 

You whisper while looking up at him.  “I can’t keep doing this.” 

He huffs. “What do you mean?”

“We only kiss when you want it, not when I want to.” You tell him. “I try to do it at school and you kind of… do not reciprocate until you want me.”

“Because it’s fun to see you turn red. If you want my attention you’ll have to try harder y/n.” He smiles softly, seeing you didn’t find it funny he continued. “I’m sorry I made you feel that way.” That was the least you’d expect from him. You were quite shocked in all honesty. 

“I want to make a new rule to our arrangement. We can’t kiss or anything until the end of the winter exams.”

“That’s a whole month, you sure you want to risk it?”

She huffs. “Risk what?”

“Miss me.” He smirks. “Miss my touch.” He whispers leaning closer to your ear. “Miss my tongue.” You push him away.

“I’ll be fine. I’m not that desperate.” You roll your eyes at him.

“You're willing to go to great lengths to prove a point; I respect that," he chuckles. "But don't come running back when you start feeling those butterflies right here." He licks his lips as his hand trails down your lower belly. "And find yourself needing me to deal with it."

All that gentleness and kindness was now gone. “Don’t flatter yourself.” 

“Aw.” He clutched at his heart with a playful smile. “Fine. I agree to your terms, we’ll wait after the final exams. We wouldn’t want your grades to be worse than they already are.”

“They are not THAT bad.” You roll your eyes again. “Besides, it’s only a slip up and you know it.”

“It's because you can’t stop thinking about me, is it?”

“You wish.” You bark back before leaving the classroom to go study on your break.

That damn idiot.

The first snow finally arrived and you were so happy, it was the middle of december and you were ecstatic. You and the Club decided to take your little club activities outside on a beautiful day like that. It wasn’t too cold, nor too hot, just the perfect temperature for you to be able to roam around the campus without freezing to death. You were walking with Haruhi and Renge arms intertwined together laughing at Renge’s behavior towards something Asahi said earlier that day. She was red with anger and told you how stupid that boy was and blah blah blah… You and Haruhi couldn’t help but roll your eyes and her poor attempt to conceal her attraction to that guy. 

Around you, the girls were gawking at the three of you hanging out together, seeing how fond you are for one of another made their heart melt. You realized a few months ago how easy it is to make them fall for false charm… or just being yourself. 

You can see on the ground two shadows behind you and you smirk to yourself as you duck an incoming snowball. 

“How did you know?” Hikaru gasps. 

You smirk. “You can’t outwin a snowball fighter champion.”

“Is there such a thing?” Haruhi asks, not entirely convinced and she was right to do so. It was a shit title you just had invented to make the twins busy up in their mind for you to catch the heavy snow, form it into a ball and throw it at Kaoru’s face. 

“You–!” He gasps as you duck to get another one in which you failed to hit the boy another time with the snowball and it was too late… he tackled you to the ground. You yelp as his heavy weight carried you to the ground, but never crushed you as he was holding himself up. You can hear soft giggles and gasp from some of your guests at this incident.

“I’m so sorry.” He whispers with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. You chuckle at this embarrassing situation. Suddenly, someone shadowed the both of you. A strong hand gripped Kaoru’s collar and yanked him with ease off of you. The very same hand helped you stand up on your feet. You look up to see Kyoya’s harsh gaze on the twin. 

“Tackling a defenseless girl is not very nice is it not, Kaoru?”

“I wasn’t defenseless.” You mumbled under your breath. The boys were all confused as to why he was defending you openly in front of everyone. He rolled his eyes at your comment.

“It was all in good fun.” He replies winking at you and that owed him a snowball to the face by none other than Kyoya who had a shiteating grin glued on his face. “It’s on four eyes!” Kaoru yells picking up snow and throwing it directly at him and yet, it hits you. Kyoya used you as his personal meat shield. 

“Using a defenseless girl as a meat shield is not very nice is it not, Kyoya?” You barked at him and before another snowball hit you, he grabbed your arms and made you duck with him. 

“Less talking, more fighting.” He adds and you both grabbed a bunch of snow throwing it at the twins, which hit Tamaki and his guests further behind and you giggled at his blushed angry face. 

“Don’t forget about us!” Honey yells as he, Mori and Haruhi join the battle.

It was free for all, everyone was at each other's throats, there were no rules. Dirty tricks, playing safe, anything was on the table. Kaoru was mostly running away from Kyoya as he was chasing him and you running away from Hikaru and Honey as they swore you were their enemy. You were covered from head to toe with snow, you grew cold, but you wouldn’t admit defeat… Never would you admit defeat.

Kyoya was about to throw one at you, with the biggest smirk on his face. Before he could even throw it, Tamaki and Mori used a large empty flower pot filled with snow and dumped it on your opponent. You could keep your giggles in as his ego took a punch. Your laugh was loud and ugly at best, but it sounded melodious to Kyoya as he had made you laugh, a true one.

The bell finally rang and it was all over. “I guess that makes these two the winners of this fight.” You say between two giggles. Kyoya and Hikaru both wrapped one arm over each shoulder and dragged you inside with the rest of the group following you.

Tamaki, Kyoya, Honey, Mori and you were all sitting in the same class and the teacher could tell you were all playing outside by the way you were disheveled and face flushed from the cold. A smile was glued on your face as you felt Kyoya gazing at the back of your messy hair.

You kept ignoring Kyoya for the next month, burying yourself in books at school, at home, and even in your dreams. The grind of studying became a monotonous escape, but it couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something was off. You couldn't shake the fact that you were shutting out Kyoya completely. The silence between you two weighed heavy on your mind, and even as you immersed yourself in equations and facts, it felt like you were losing something more than just time. The sacrifice of connection for academic gains started to seem like a questionable trade-off. You missed him? No. You’re not that desperate that you miss Kyoya. 

Tomorrow was your last exam before the Christmas break and you were thinking how excited you were to be done with it. You were in bed with your phone in your hands and texted Kyoya, but he was faster than you.  

Good luck tomorrow, goblin shark.

You crack a smile and respond quickly.

I changed my mind… You’re a sunfish. Good luck, Kyoya.

The final bell rang and she could cry tears of joy. You were done with your exams and could finally relax. You took your time to pick up your stuff as you reminisced about the last month and a half and how hard you’ve worked on your studies and how hard it was to actually ignore Kyoya. 

At first it was easy, he became this cold wall of ice as he was before you started school here and slowly it became harder when you two had to meet for a monthly dinner with both families. That night you sat side by side at dinner and his hand was on you the entire time. His slender fingers tracing circles on your thigh, his hand trailing up under your skirt just for you to want, no, need more. After that dinner, you came home like an absolute mess. You were angry at him and yet you only wanted him closer. When you came back to school, you avoided him like the plague no matter how close you two were sitting in class. 

After finally finishing packing your bag, your cheeks still warm from the lingering memories of dinner, you stepped out of the classroom. There was one last thing you needed from the music room before heading home.

The hallways were empty as you entered the music room, moving toward the secret trunk where you kept some of the eccentric costumes Tamaki always insisted you wear. You were so absorbed in whatever was on your phone that you didn’t even notice someone approaching—until you felt a hand pull you swiftly into the empty dressing room. You were about to yell at whoever dragged you, but were cut off by familiar lips crashing into yours. The soft groan that escaped his mouth made her knees grow weak. 

“The exams are over.” He whispers between kisses. “I’ve been patient, but I need this, I need you. Please let me have this.” Was he begging? You dropped your bag and lightly pushed him to the wall behind him, the mirror directly on both of them. 

You had the upper hand whether he liked it or not. And you were going to take advantage of it.

“We will do this my way.“ your fingers graze over his clothed erection — his hips buck up into your touch, “Or we won’t be doing anything at all,” he hisses, as a giggle escapes your lips. “What will it be?” You’re dragging the fabric down his hips, freeing his cock, your eyes nearly hypnotized by the slight of it, thick beads of precum dripping from the slit, before your gaze finds his again, softening.

“Your way.” He breathes and you drop to your knees, your fingers find their way around the base of his cock, drawing a ragged gasp from his lips, before you lean down and flick your tongue against his leaking tip.

Your tongue drags a thick stripe up his cock, before beginning to trace along one of his veins, your fingers slipping up to use his pre to rub up and down his length. Your thumb teases his slit, and a hiss leaves his lips, a smirk against his dick. 

“Fuck…” He looks down at you, then back at the mirror, eyes half shut. You take a peek at the mirror and he would be your undoing, he looked like a mess. You've never seen him like this and it was so satisfying knowing that he was the one who came crawling.

He groans, when his tip brushes against your throat, his fingers finding your scalp to try and ease you off,  “Y/n–” He groans before he’s cumming down your throat, hot release painting your mouth. As soon as you were done, releasing him from your mouth he leaned down to kiss you again. It was needy, messy, but it was something you dreamt of no matter how pissed at him you were before.

He holds your jaw gently. "Don't do this to us, ever again." Us... She couldn't do this ever again, because she did miss his touch as much as he did and she was so close to give up may times, but her pride put her in place. She didn't have the proper words to answer him, so her lips found his once more.

— 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐬

You didn't have much of a choice in this. As the Commander of the Spring Court, you had to lead the war against the Humans. For months, you had tried to persuade your High Lord to rethink his choices, to seek peace instead of conflict, but it was all in vain.

It's been years since you've seen your lover, Cassian. The thought of him had haunted your every step, every decision. You knew him well enough to suspect he might have chosen the Human side, as you would have in his place. The idea of facing him on the battlefield was a torment you could hardly bear, and so you knocked at the bedchamber’s door of your High Lord.

You enter his chamber after he lets you do so. "My lord." You bowed your head.

He was sitting by the fireplace, a bottle of wine on the small table next to him and a single glass of wine that has yet to be drunk from. "Drop the formalities, y/n." Tamlin grunt before taking the bottle and drinking from it.

You stood by the door, far away from any damage he might do to you if he wished. You knew him well enough that when he was angry and drinking, anything could happen. "I wish to resign as your Commander."

His gaze snaps to you and his laugh is dry. "You can't do that." You stood your ground. "I will not fight a war I do not believe in." His hand squeezed the bottle in his hand.

"You don't think I wish I could just give up and run away?" He scoffs before rising and meeting you by the doorframe. "You are my best soldier, you will stand by me during this war and we will win together, y/n. Rhysand will be with his army on the battlefield tomorrow, I need every source of power we have to win."

You look away. "Tamlin, I will not fight Rhysand."

His tone is bitter. "You mean you will not fight his brute Cassian."

Your head snaps back to him with anger fueling the next words. "Watch your tone, Tamlin."

"Or what y/n? I am your High Lord, I decide if you can quit or not. If I ask you to slit your own throat you will say yes my High Lord and do it." He sneers and you bite the inside of your cheeks before you do something you will regret again. "I gave you everything, I gave you a title, power a lesser fae never dreamed of and I never heard a single thank you that you meant."

"Because I never needed these things to be something to someone." You glare at him. "Cassian saw me for who I was before I even was your Commander. You see me as a pawn in your game of Lords that you can push around however you please. You can pretend all you want, Tamlin, but you're exactly like me, a fae with a leash around your neck." Tamlin's clawed hand wrapped around your neck squeezing hard, hard enough to draw blood.

"Do not ever disrespect me again, Commander." He warned you and attempted to get rid of his hand. “I will see you in the front lines tomorrow at dawn or pray I do not find your lover on the battlefield.” Your gasps and pleading eyes made him snap back to reality and retracted his claws, moving away from you. "y/n I—"

"Good night, my High Lord." She soothes her neck before walking away. She had no choice but to participate in his war no matter how she dreads it. She must hope Cassian survives. After the war, she will leave the Spring Court to be with him, wherever they chooses to live. Together, they will build the life she has always dreamed of for both of them. That night before battle comes, she dreams of him.

You sit astride your horse, carefully assessing the battlefield. Though you have the numbers, the enemy holds the high ground. Your heart pounds in your chest as you weigh the odds.

Across the tree line, you catch sight of black armor gleaming in the sunlight. There is no turning back now. With a war cry, you raise your sword high and spur your horse into a gallop. Your men follow you with fervor, their own cries echoing yours.

The deafening roar of clashing armies fills the air, a cacophony of war cries, metal clanging against metal, and the guttural screams of the fallen. The ground trembles beneath the thunderous charge of thousands of hooves as your cavalry surges forward to meet the enemy lines. You grip the reins of your warhorse, feeling his powerful muscles coil beneath you, ready to spring into the fray.

Suddenly, as the two forces collide, chaos erupts. Arrows whistle past, and the front ranks crash together with bone-crushing force. Amidst the turmoil, a spear thrust from an enemy soldier finds its mark, piercing your horse's side. With a heart-wrenching neigh, your loyal horse buckles, sending you tumbling to the ground.

The world spins around you as you struggle to your feet, the dust and dirt of the battlefield choking your lungs. Your horse lies still, his once-proud form now a tragic reminder of the battle's brutality. There is no time to mourn. The battle rages on, and you are now on foot, surrounded by the ferocity of combat.

You draw your sword, its weight familiar in your hand, and join the melee. An enemy soldier lunges at you, his blade aimed for your heart. You parry his strike with a swift motion, the clash of steel ringing in your ears. With a quick riposte, you slash his wings off in one swift motion. As a warrior, nothing makes your squirm any longer on the battlefield, but seeing the Illyrian screaming in pain, his back covered in blood, it made your stomach churn. Your heart was breaking at the sight. You had to do it. For your people. You drive your sword into his side, feeling the resistance of flesh and bone before he stops moving.

The battle swirls around you, a maelstrom of blood and fury. You move with practiced precision, each strike and parry a dance of survival. A group of enemy soldiers advances, their eyes filled with murderous intent. You brace yourself, ready to meet their assault.

As they close in, a soldier from your legion appears at your side, his shield raised to block an incoming blow. Together, you fight back the onslaught, your movements synchronized from countless battles fought side by side. You carve a path through the enemy lines, your resolve unyielding.

The air grows thick with the stench of sweat and blood, and the cries of the wounded echo across the battlefield. Your muscles burn with exertion, but you push on.

Suddenly, you turn to face your next foe. In an instant, a large blade pierces your abdomen, the cold steel slicing through your armor. Pain explodes through your body, and you stagger, your vision blurring. As you gasp in shock, your eyes lock with those of your attacker.

It is Cassian. Recognition dawns in his eyes as he realizes what he's done. Time seems to stand still as the chaos of battle rages around you. The look of horror and sorrow on his face mirrors the turmoil in your heart.

He drops his weapon, rushing to your side as you collapse to the ground. His hands tremble as he tries to staunch the bleeding, tears mingling with the dirt and blood on your face. The battle continues to rage around you, but in this moment, all you can focus on is the person before you. The love you shared, the time you lost, and the cruel twist of fate that brought you together again on this blood-soaked field.

His voice cracked when he fully realized your state. "No, no, no. No!" He grabbed you in his arms, cradling your body in his own. "I'm so sorry, my love." He brushed your hair away from your face and you could see clearly he was crying. Everything around you stopped, it was only you and Cassian. He brought his forehead against yours. He kept repeating apologies as he held you even closer.

In his distraught state he still looked as beautiful as ever. "It's okay." You mouthed, you so desperately wished to speak those unspoken words, but blood filled your mouth.

You were Lucien’s mate, though neither of you found much joy in it. The Cauldron's pairing felt like a cruel joke, as you and Lucien had never truly seen eye to eye. Tonight was Starfall, a celebration you usually cherished, but now watched with distaste as Lucien danced with another Fae.

A low growl nearly escaped your lips as you observed them, your heart aching with frustration. You quickly grabbed a glass of wine and made your way to the balcony, seeking solace in the cool night air.

Standing on the balcony, you sipped your wine and gazed out at the breathtaking view of Velaris. The city was bathed in the ethereal glow of Starfall, with icy mountains standing majestically on the horizon. The fresh air helped calm your turbulent emotions, offering a brief respite from the painful sight of Lucien with someone else.

You took a deep breath and leaned against the railing, watching the party continue below. The laughter and music seemed distant, almost surreal in contrast to your turbulent thoughts.

Sensing a presence behind you, you turned around and saw Lucien stepping onto the balcony. "Having fun?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

Lucien approached, and you could feel his presence even without looking. He crossed his arms, his golden mechanical eye glinting in the light from the festivities.

"Having a great time," he replied, his tone as snarky as ever.

“Glad you are,” you replied shortly, your tone cold.

Lucien narrowed his eyes at you and took a step closer. "You didn't look like you were enjoying yourself."

His voice was cold and blunt, a stark contrast to the usual flirtatious tone he used with you.

“Don’t pretend to care, Lucien,” you said, taking a sip of your wine.

Lucien smirked at your response. "I'm not," he said nonchalantly, though his body language suggested otherwise.

“Then go dance with other females and forget about me, your mate.” You spat.

"Oh, trust me, I'd love to forget about you," Lucien's voice grew sharper as he took a few more steps toward you, stopping mere inches away. He smirked, his proximity making the tension between you palpable.

You scoffed. “It’s not that hard.”

"I'd argue it is," he retorted, his smirk never wavering and his golden mechanical eye twinkling. "What's not easy is forgetting that I'm bound to you until one of us dies. That means that no matter how much I want to forget about you, I can't. Which is extremely frustrating."

Lucien looked at you expectantly, as if waiting for a response.

“If you want to kill me, you shouldn’t say your plans out loud. I like surprises,” you teased, trying to mask your emotions.

"Oh, trust me," Lucien moved even closer, until you could see the freckles on his cheeks and the fiery intensity in his eyes. His bright red hair looked almost crimson in the night. "I've been thinking of all the possible ways I could accidentally kill you. You don't know how many times I've accidentally almost snapped your neck." It was hard to tell if Lucien was serious or just teasing, his voice a blend of both.

You placed a gentle hand on his cheek. "As have I."

Lucien looked genuinely surprised at your touch. Normally, you avoided physical contact, given how much you both claimed to despise each other. "You have?" he asked, a small, incredulous smile forming on his face.

"Of course not," you laughed. "I'm not a monster."

"Not a monster, but definitely a pain in the ass," Lucien replied, though his smile showed he didn't really mind. "I swear you go out of your way just to piss me off."

"And you're just so easy to piss off," you retorted, the playful tension between you softening the edges of your usual animosity.

Lucien rolled his eyes at you. “Well, at least you’re not denying it.” He went quiet for a few seconds before speaking again. “Look, we can stand here and argue all night but… you know…” Lucien glanced down at your hand that was still on his cheek before continuing. “We could just forget the arguing. For one night.”

“Are you suggesting?” you trailed off, uncertain.

“I’m suggesting we forget we’re both pissed at each other and just… enjoy each other’s company. I assume we both know what that entails… for one night.” His tone was softer, almost tentative, as if testing the waters of this fragile truce. Lucien spoke slowly, carefully choosing his words. “We are mates, after all.”

“Look at you finally admitting it,” you smirked.

“Oh, shush.” Lucien stifle a laugh. “Don’t act like you aren’t thinking about it too. You’d be missing out if we didn’t take advantage of the one night we’re not trying to kill each other.”

It is true. You were pissed at him, but not enough to kill him as you imagine so many nights before the bond snapped. That day, you started imagining him less dead and more between your sheets. You took a moment to ponder the advantages and disadvantages. You'd be leaving this party pissed and alone, back to square one or you could have fun with your mate for one night. You finally smile, taking his hand in yours. “Come on,” you said, leading him back inside toward your room, the promise of a temporary truce hanging between you like a fragile but hopeful thread.

Lucien followed you inside without hesitation, a small grin tugging at the corners of his lips. Once in your room, he quickly shut the door and crossed the space, placing a firm hand against the wall next to you.

“You’re really pretty when you’re not a pain in my ass,” you said, smiling up at him.

Lucien smirked, his golden mechanical eye twinkling. “Oh, trust me.” He moved his hand on the wall, trailing a finger up along your arm. “I can be a pain in your ass and still be pretty at the same time.” You giggled involuntary at his stupid comment. “You’re far too amused by me.” Lucien’s hand continued traveling up your arm. “I can be worse if you’d like.”

“Do your worst, Vanserra,” you breathed, rising on your tiptoes to place a kiss on his lips. Lucien brought his body closer, one hand on your waist, meeting you halfway for the kiss. It felt right, like the stars had aligned. Was this what it felt like to give in to the mating bond?

Lucien could feel the pull to continue exploring your body. He tried to ignore it, but it was difficult when you were so close. Every part of him ached to touch and explore every inch of you. The mating bond seemed to urge him on, amplifying his desires, and he found it hard to resist.

Your hands found their way to his clothes, and his hands did the same. You quickly began unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his toned chest. Lucien smirked as his shirt came off, his bare skin exposed to you for the first time. Your hand gently touches his warm chest, feeling his heart pounding.

“You have no idea how often I’ve dreamt of you touching me like this,” he murmured.

“As have I,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I could’ve sworn we’d be arguing right now rather than… this.” Lucien chuckled, his hands tracing your body. “This is definitely not what I had in mind when I stepped out on the balcony.”

“Want to go back out there?” you teased, kissing his neck.

Lucien let out a low growl at your words. “You know well that’s not what I mean.” He ran a finger down your neck, tracing a scar you received a while ago. “But… maybe we can go to the balcony in your room after….”

“I don’t think Rhysand’s guests would appreciate our display of affection.”

“I don’t care about the guests…” he murmured, trailing a finger down your sternum until it reached your waist. The intensity in his eyes mirrored the fire you felt between you, the playful banter giving. He smirked as he teased, “I only care that I’ve got my mate all to myself for one night.” He pushed you so that he could press your back up against the wall. “That look on your face…” 

“What about it?” You breathe.

"The way you look at me." You despised him so, but in this moment you craved him like the very air you breathe. No matter how much you tried to hate him, your body was telling you something else. Your lips were parted; your breath coming in small rasps. He knew that he was taking his time, making you want more. He knew that he was being cruel, doing it slowly like this. But he couldn’t help himself—he wanted to torture you a little bit before letting you get what you wanted.

You pushed him on the bed and straddled him.

“Who said you were the one in charge?” A grin appeared on his face and his hands quickly grasped your thighs to keep you straddled over him.

“You’re taking too much time to savour me. I want it now.” You smile as you kiss down his chest and abdomen.

A small smirk on his face he began to take a bit more control over the situation. He rolled both of you over so that you were back on the bed with him on top.

Bringing his mouth back up to your ear, another kiss to your neck, another gentle and yet insistent nibble on your earlobe. His other hand slides down over your hip and over your thigh, gently sliding your legs apart. His hand dips between your legs, his fingers finding your slick heat effortlessly. He lets out a dark chuckle, shifting you underneath him slightly so he can reach better, his thumb finding that sensitive bundle of nerves beginning to rub slow, steady circles as his other hand trails up over your thighs and side, over your stomach, and up to gently cup your breast.

He growls again, that dark possessive sound escaping him as a response to your shiver, the sound so close to your ear that you can feel the warmth of his breath as he speaks, a slight vibration as that low sound rumbles in his chest, the sound a sultry and seductive purr that’s all dominance, danger and power.

“That’s it… open up for me…” He kisses your earlobe again, another kiss to your neck, his mouth moving lower, trailing down to your clavicle, that possessive hum again, as he kisses and bites his way lower, his mouth moving over your chest.

“Gods…” You moan as you look away. Seeing Lucien, the man you despise with your heart with his head between your thighs looking at you like a starved man.

He chuckles as he looks up at you, his eyes meeting yours, that look full of dark possession and satisfaction, taking a brief moment to marvel at the sight of you sprawled out on the bed, on display for him, at his mercy, at the mercy of that skillful tongue.

“Don’t look away. Do not look anywhere but at me…” He nips at your skin again, pressing a kiss to your stomach. You turn back to look at him, your cheeks flushed.

He chuckles again, his eyes locking on yours as you make that breathy little moan, that possessive gleam in his gaze as he bites gently at that soft sensitive inside of your thigh, closer to where you want him, but not quite there yet. His hands gently grabbing your thighs and slowly opening them, parting your legs wider as he moves down between them.

He can’t help but hum and growl in satisfaction as he makes his way between your legs, that hum and that growl full of dark desire and satisfaction as he presses his mouth against your core, that first gentle and yet insistent kiss to the sensitive spot.

He hums as he feels your hand gently touch his hair, and then again as he feels you thread your hand into the strands, your fingers running through his soft locks.

A dark chuckle, that possessive rumble from deep in his chest, and then a dark groan of satisfaction from him as your hand presses his head to your core.

“That’s a good girl…” He hums another growl against your skin, the sound vibrating through your body as he begins to explore your core with his tongue, his mouth exploring and tasting you with no hesitation.

He presses his mouth closer, lapping at your sensitive flesh in long and languid strokes, relishing in the taste of your skin on his tongue, the feeling of your body moving against him, your hand holding his head in place. And he responds to your sounds, to your moans and whines, doing his best to coax more of them from you, enjoying those adorable needy sounds you make.

“Lucien I’m going—“

He hums against your sensitive flesh, his tongue flicking and exploring, taking its time, still lapping at your skin.

“Mmmm… you taste so good… that’s it… don’t hold back for me.”

And as he speaks his tongue never stops, continuing to lap at you, his mouth relentless, his movements against you insistent, bringing you closer and closer to cumming. Your grasp on his hair tightens as you come undone with breathy and delicious whines only for him to hear. He drinks your release as he moans that little noise of pure satisfaction, continuing to lap at you, not wanting to waste a drop.

He pulls his mouth away and gently kisses your thigh as you come down, his eyes looking up at you with that possessive gleam, his lips glistening and still so close to that sensitive spot between your legs

He hums again, as he moves his way up your body, crawling over you until his face is hovering just above yours, his chin and mouth still glistening as he leans in for a kiss.

“You’re all mine,” Lucien hummed as he aligned himself at your entrance. 

“My mate.” You moaned as he glided the tip of his cock against your fold. He groaned at your words, feeling he could come by just your words. Lucien’s breathing shortened as his cock entered you. Your mouth opened with a sigh escaping your lips as if life finally made sense, all this tension being released as he held you so intimately as his thrusts slow and cautious. His eyes remained locked on yours, desire mingling with a softer, more vulnerable emotion. Could it be love? You leaned in to kiss him letting the bond thrumming in your chest guide you.

You moaned quietly, and Lucien’s hand ventured to your folds and drew sweet and slow circles as his pace quickened and you clung to him, your nails scratching his shoulders, presenting him with stinging pleasure. “Give it to me, my mate. All of it.” Lucien hummed as he watched your eyes roll back once more, your back arching with need. He gave a long, deep thrust, and your legs wrapped around his waist as you came undone. Lucien soon followed, filling you up, as your name slipped his lips in a groan of pleasure.

He pecked your lips a few times, between each emphasizing his words. "You are perfect."

"Aren't you the charmer?" You grin with your hand caressing his jaw.

"Get used to it." He too had a shit eating grin glued to his handsome face. He rolled over to lay beside you and brought his hand up to brush his fingers through your hair. 

“It was good.” You admit.

Lucien chuckled at your words. “Good is an understatement…” He smirked as he pulled you into him, pulling you closer to his chest; you could feel his heart beating against yours.

What was it you were feeling? Love? It couldn’t be, you hated each other. “Lucien?” You ask

“Hm?” He hummed, sounding so calm as he looked down at you.

“Don’t tell me you want round two…?” He asked in a teasing manner.

“We’re more at round three.” You chuckled.

Lucien laughed. “You have a point.” He smiled down at you. “So you do want round three?”

“No!” You laugh. “Yes. I mean it wasn’t what I wanted to ask.” He leaned his head closer to yours, running his fingers through your hair once more.

“Why did we start to hate each other?” You ask.

Lucien seemed to look a little caught off guard by the question.

“I think we both know… And we were just young and stupid for the most part. Too arrogant by half.” That much was true. “We’ve both changed since then…why keep the animosity, huh?”

“You were devilishly handsome younger, but a terrible pain.” You smile.

"And you were the same." He teased and raised an eyebrow. "You were so pretty yet just as equally irritating." He paused for a moment and smirked. "But don't you think we're a bit different now? It's been a century since we've acted this way toward each other--don't you think it's a bit unnecessary still?"

“We… we could try.” You say.

Lucien tilted his head. "Try as in… Try and be friends? Try and get to know each other? Or try..." His playful voice turned almost flirtatiously. "Try and see if we're still as compatible as we were moments ago?"

“A child. You are a child.” You laugh.

Lucien rolled his eyes and grinned. "Oh you're one to talk about being a child." When he spoke again his voice came out in a teasing manner… "Who said I only wanted to see if we were compatible for a night? It'd be a shame not to try out our compatibility for the next centuries to come, don't you think?" He smirked as he shifted his position. "I could be persuaded to see how compatible we are for multiple centuries..." His tone was still teasing as a smile stayed on his face.

“Let’s try not to kill each other for a day and then we will see for multiple centuries.” Lucien raised an eyebrow at your words.

“A day without killing each other? Now that’s asking for a lot…” He smirked and rolled his eyes at the suggestion. “But you’re right…” His tone became teasing as he spoke again. “I do think that I can go at least a day without killing you…”

Lucien laughed with you as he let his words fade out. As you kept giggling, he continued to kiss you across your face. His lips left butterfly kisses on your forehead and cheeks…all the while he continued to chuckle and laugh as he did so. “I’d never thought I’d see the day where we would laugh together like this, naked in my bed.” Lucien smirked. Naked in your bed, laughing as if we were friends instead of two people who hated one another…

“Gods…I never thought it would come either…never thought we’d still be in contact let alone…like this…” He sighed. “It really is a shame that it took us a century to finally stop the fighting and the hatred and start trying…”

“Yeah.” You smile

“At least we got there in the end…eventually…” You nodded before kissing him.

As you graciously attended to the familiar faces in your bustling tavern, the entrancing tunes of the new bard added a magical note to the lively ambiance. Amidst the laughter and clinking of mugs, your world momentarily froze as the gaze of your first love, the renowned Wizard of Waterdeep, Gale, met yours. A surge of emotions coursed through you, causing an unfortunate mishap - two drinks slipping from your grasp. Time seemed suspended, your heart echoing the unexpected reunion. Swiftly regaining composure, you knelt to address the spill, apologizing to the patrons.

"Hello, y/n," Gale spoke with a gentle tone, bending down to offer a helping hand.

"Don't worry about it," you replied, standing up and disposing of the remaining ale from the dropped mugs.

"I didn't know you were in Baldur's Gate."

"How would you have known? You left long before I did," bitterness seeping into your words as you magically crafted drinks to entertain the guests.

He chuckled. "Never lost your sparkle either."

"Gale, I don't know why you're in town, but go bother someone else." Frustration and unresolved emotions lingered as you went back behind the bar.

"You're a talented sorceress; why are you wasting it?"

"Manners have lost you, it seems," you said, avoiding his gaze while cleaning mugs. "Besides, I was given a gift I didn't earn, that's what you told me once. So no, I am not wasting anything that wasn't already wasted."

"I was a prick, wasn't I?" He chuckled. "All I'm saying is that you could become so much greater than you already are! There's Sorcerous Sundries a few streets further; I'm sure they'd be honored to have you there." You scoffed at that.

"If you're able to get rid of the stick up Lorroakan's ass, maybe I'll reconsider." Gale's laughter echoed in the tavern. "Look, Gale, it might not be the same adventures we used to have, chasing fairy tales, dancing, and singing in the inns of Waterdeep, but this is my life now, and I am content with it."

"Content is not the same as happy."

"Well, you don't get to decide that for me." You finally looked up at him with a bitter expression.

"I know you, y/n ╴."

"No, you don't, Gale, just as I don't know the man I'm looking at right now." You almost burst out. "If you're not buying drinks for you or your companions, I'm going to ask you to leave, please."

"Understood," he sighed before leaving the Elfsong.

After a long day at work and dealing with unpleasant company, you yearned for the solace awaiting you at home. The weight of the day clung to your shoulders as you eagerly anticipated the embrace of a long lavender bath, a sanctuary for your weary soul. The mere thought of the calming scent and warm water offered a respite from the chaos that had unfolded throughout the day.

"By the Gods." You gasp as you find Gale sat by your door step. "Did you wait for me this entire time?"

"I have," Gale admitted, his smile carrying a hint of both longing and remorse. "Wasn't hard to find your house as well, an eye carved on the door for Helm to watch over you."

"Can't be too careful."

"Also, you have your odd friend on your roof," he mentioned, referring to Melusine, your crow.

You cross your arms over your chest. "You're lucky she didn't attack you; she holds you dearly in her heart."

"Does her mistress?" He smirks, but you weren't in the mood to give in his question.

"Gale, what do you want?" He stood up and approached you. In the past, his gentle and caring gaze had the power to make you falter, but not today. You held your ground, meeting his eyes with a newfound strength that echoed the resilience you had cultivated since those earlier, more vulnerable years.

His towering presence no longer had the same effect it once did. You could sense the familiarity in his gaze, the memories of shared moments and the echo of emotions, but it no longer held the power to sway you as it once had. The strength you had discovered within yourself over the years stood as a shield, protecting you from the vulnerability that used to accompany his gentle eyes. "I always wondered where you left." He spoke so softly it made your heart rattle. "I saw you that day, when you left Waterdeep, you just left in the middle of the night without saying goodbye."

"They've had enough of one wizard, they didn't need a sorceress." You retort. "Why would I look back Gale?" You ask him as if it was obvious. "Why would I want to look back at you? You and your books, your wine and your tower?" Your voice was breaking as your anger was finally showing. "We both know you only had eyes for Mystra and that's why I didn't bother to see or even wonder if you were okay with me leaving, because I knew you wouldn't care."

"It's not like that—"

"Don't lecture me; gods know you loved to do that," you scoffed with tears in your eyes. "Gale, you left me for Mystra. You chose her over me, and I just couldn't compete. Plain and simple. When I finally moved on, I found my way to the center of Baldur's Gate and made a name for myself here. It's far from perfect, but I like it here." Your words lingered for a few beats, he never moved his gaze form your eyes. "You were my first love and I've loved you deeply and wholeheartedly for all the years we were together even when we hated each other younger, but you shattered my heart like what we had meant nothing to you."

"I know I chose Mystra, and for that, I carry the weight of regret every single day. I've replayed the scenes of your heartbreak, seen the tears I caused you, and it haunts me. These years of absence have been a relentless ache in my heart, and you, my dear, have never left my mind nor my heart."

"Gale—"

"I thought what I was yearning for was Mystra's embrace and the power that came with it," Gale continued, his voice trembling with sincerity, "but she never had your warmth, the gentle cadence of your laugh when I fumbled with my words. She never had that unique glint in her eyes when she looked at the world—not like you do. Mystra could never hold a candle to you, and it was my foolishness, swayed by her enchanting promises, that led me astray from the love that was rightfully yours. It is a regret that lingers, a wound that time has failed to heal." A single tear fell from your eye and Gale's gentle hand caressed your cheek, wiping the tear with his thumb. "Your absence in my life has been a constant reminder of what I let slip away. The echoes of your laughter and the sparkle in your eyes haunt my dreams. I wish for the chance to turn back time, to rectify the choices I made that tore us apart. My biggest regret is not realizing sooner that you were the true magic in my life. Y/n, you meant the world to me."

His remorse, like an open wound, echoed through the room, and you felt the weight of his regrets pressing on your heart. His words had stirred emotions long buried, and the ache of lost love resurfaced.

The vulnerability in Gale's eyes mirrored the sorrow in your own, creating a poignant tableau of two souls bound by a history neither could escape.

Without uttering a word, you stepped closer to Gale, closing the distance that time and choices had carved between you. His gaze remained fixed on you, a mixture of desperation and hope in his eyes.

You lifted a trembling hand to cup his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips. Leaning in, you pressed a kiss to his lips. His arms enveloped you with an intensity that bordered on desperation, as if he feared you might once again slip away from his grasp. In that embrace, you felt the raw passion that had long been buried beneath layers of regret and longing.

Gale held you as though you were the very air he inhaled, and for the first time in a long while, he was truly breathing. The warmth of his embrace became a lifeline, a resurgence of life in a heart that had been burdened by the absence of your presence.

Your lips parted and he leaned his forehead against yours, nose touching. A soft smile plastered on his handsome face.

"Only when you truly get let go of Mystra, will I let you back into my heart, Gale Dekarios." You promised him. "I've heard from Melusine of your condition." You admit. "I may never had looked back, but someone had to check on you, you were always the one getting into odd mishaps. If not me, then who?" You softly chuckles.

"In the meantime, just know that you have me whole, my body, soul and heart, my darling." His lips pressed to your forehead.

You hesitated before speaking. "Come on, it's late." You nodded towards your home. "We should get to bed." You'd hope he'd take the hint and follow you to your bed.

"I can't, because if I do follow you to bed. I'll never leave you again and I would forsake the purpose that brought me here in the first place, and the illusion of having an eternity to revel in each other's company would dissipate." Him and his pretty words... You nod before he kissed you, a cascade of raw passion that hinted at the promise of a more beautiful tomorrow, one intricately entwined with him.

"Well, finish quickly. We have much to discuss and catch up on." You share a soft smile before he eagerly steals a kiss, as if collecting a bit of luck wherever he may need it.

The days are getting frustrating.

She has been working day in and day out to keep peace between her allies to bring them to compromises over the Inquisition. She was after all, in title still, the Inquisitor. Her unwavering commitment led her to bend rules and relinquish much, driven by an unshakeable determination. A lingering sense of unease gnawed at her, as if some malevolent force lurked in the shadows, ready to exploit any moment of vulnerability. The Avvar tribes from Frostback Basin were the least helpful and indulgent in her needs. She needed their written support in the continuation of the Inquisition and be part of the protectors of the realm and with such a generous and honorable offer she was humbled.

Humbled by bitter words and disapprovals beyond measures. After two days of diplomatic quarrels and revisiting the pros and cons of their alliances they still hadn't made up their mind.

She sat at a desk made of bones and dark wood with her head in her hands. She had to come to the realization that soon it would be the end. No one believed the Inquisition useful any longer, no one believed her to be of use no more. No matter how hard she'd work to keep the fires of hope burning, it was now a mere flicker as she reminisce the past.

She missed the old days, the action, the adventure with her friends. She missed Bull and his teasing; her reading times with Cassandra when the world wasn't burning; her chess games with Dorian, her endless training with Blackwall; her drinking friend, Sera and Josephine and her stupid dancing lessons that she'd grown to love. Amidst the nostalgia, a pang of longing hit her for the one she left behind months ago to pursue her quest: her beloved, Cullen.

Closing her eyes, she let the scenes unfold in her mind's eye—the tentative glances exchanged in Haven, the warmth of their shared laughter amidst the chaos of the Inquisition's formation, and the quiet moments stolen in the tranquility of Skyhold. But one memory she'd always cherish was the day he'd invited her for a game of chess, a game Dorian has taught her and he was a very severe teacher.

The flickering candlelight bathed the room in a warm, golden glow as Lavellan and Cullen sat across from each other, an ornate chessboard laid out between them. The air hummed with anticipation, the only sound the subtle clink of chess pieces being moved.

Lavellan's fingers danced gracefully over the carved ivory pieces, her eyes alight with a strategic fervor that belied her calm demeanor. "Your move, Commander," she teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Cullen raised an eyebrow, feigning seriousness. "I must admit, Inquisitor, I wasn't expecting such a challenge."

She grinned, capturing a pawn with a swift move. "Well, Commander, it seems elves aren't just skilled with a bow. We have a few tricks up our sleeves when it comes to chess as well."

Cullen chuckled, a warmth spreading across his face. "I'll remember to never underestimate you."

The game unfolded with a balletic precision, each move a careful dance of intellect and banter. Cullen, initially taken aback by the unexpected prowess of his opponent, watched in awe as Lavellan executed her strategies flawlessly.

As the tension mounted, Lavellan leaned back, studying the board with a playful twinkle in her eyes. "Your move, Commander. Don't tell me you're surrendering already."

Cullen's gaze met hers, a mock-serious expression on his face. "Never, Inquisitor. I just enjoy keeping you on your toes."

With a triumphant smile, Lavellan declared checkmate. Cullen's surprise was evident, his eyes widening in genuine admiration. "Well played," he conceded, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Lavellan leaned in, a sly grin playing on her lips. "A game well fought, Commander. Perhaps you'll catch me off guard next time."

Cullen leaned back, a subtle twinkle in his eye as he crossed his arms. "One can only hope, Inquisitor. Surprises can be quite... captivating, after all."

The victory wasn't just in the game but in the shared laughter that followed, a playful banter that hinted at the deeper connection blossoming between them. She couldn't help but smile at the memory of that victorious chess match—the strategic moves, the playful banter, and the spark of flirtation that hinted at the beginning of something more profound between them.

They've been through the hells and back and their love was stronger than it ever was, but this didn't mean she didn't miss him any less. He was on her mind every night and every morning, wishing he'd be there next to her. He would comfort her and make her laugh to ease the frustration that plagued her.

"What would you do, Cullen?" She'd muttered under her breath while pinching the bridge of her nose.

A knock on the door of her cabin echoed and she rushed to opened the door hoping to receive positive news of the clan chiefs, but was met with a messenger from Skyhold.

"Inquisitor, a letter for you." The man offered her the folded parchment with the sigil of Kirkwall molded in the red wax that held the paper from revealing the words written inside. She thanked the man and returned to her desk with her eyes glued on the wax seal. The Inquisitor's heart raced as she carefully unfolded the parchment, a mix of anticipation and longing swirling within her chest.

"My Dearest Vhenan,

I find myself surrounded by the quiet shadows of Skyhold, the empty halls echoing with the absence of your laughter. In these moments, I am acutely aware of the words I struggle to say, the gestures I fumble, and the emotions that elude my grasp. So, in the silence that separates us, I turn to this parchment, attempting to weave the sentiments I cannot articulate in person.

The future of the Inquisition has scattered us like leaves in the wind, and each step away from you feels like a stumble in the dark. It is in these quiet spaces, where your presence is most keenly missed, that I realize the depth of what we shared. You, my love, are the melody in the chaos, the anchor in the storm, and the warmth in the cold solitude.

I am not gifted with eloquence when it comes to matters of the heart, and my attempts at grand gestures often fall short. Yet, in the silent chambers of my thoughts, you are ever present, a constant hum in the background of my consciousness. Your courage, your kindness, and the way your eyes light up with passion have become the compass guiding my way.

As we find ourselves on separate paths, know that you are the sun on my horizon, the spark that refuses to be extinguished. I miss you more than words can convey, and with each passing day, the ache of your absence grows. Every quiet moment serves as a reminder of your touch, and every fleeting memory stirs a longing within me.

In these lines, I attempt to bridge the distance that stretches between us, to convey what my stumbling words fail to express. Until the day our paths cross again, carry with you the truth that you are missed, loved, and cherished beyond measure. The ink on this parchment may be a poor substitute for the warmth of my embrace, but it carries the essence of a heart that beats for you.

Yours, always and with all that I am,

Cullen" With each word, she felt the weight of Cullen's emotions, the sincerity of his struggles to express what lay in the depths of his heart. A tender smile curved her lips as the ink on the page painted a vivid picture of his love.

Her fingers traced the lines of the letter, as if seeking a tangible connection to the man who had become her anchor in the chaos of Thedas. The sincerity of his words resonated within her, echoing the sentiments she had sensed but had not dared to voice aloud.

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

It was infuriating. No. He was. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Obviously.” You snort. 

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

On Halloween night

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You want to hear my master plan?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’ll fall in love.” No, you would.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐬

You had a really bad feeling. It was crawling all over your skin since you woke up like something bad was about to happen. You got ready to early to stop for coffee and when you opened the door, you finally got a glimpse of that bad feeling. The white haired teacher with his infamous sunglasses was standing there with two coffees in his hands.

"Rise and shine sweet girl, we've got a big day." He chanted and you wanted to grab the coffee and slam the door on his stupidly handsome face. You grunted and slammed the door shut behind you and took one of the cups off his hands. "Couldn't sleep?"

"No. I have this bad feeling, I tried to take a steamy shower and wash my face with cold water to maybe shake it off, but it's still there." He hums at your words. "We'll have to watch Yuta a bit more carefully." You add as you take a sip of your coffee. You have been substituting Satoru's students with him just in case Yuta's curse, Rika would be unstable. You would use your own abilities to keep her calm.

You were the wielder of the Ten Commandments, these chains were in form of golden bands on all ten fingers. Your abilities was used by the school and many others to sooth curses to be able to study them alive or to destroy them.

"You overthink too much, the kid is doing great!" He pats you on the back. "I can think of a way or two to get this off your mind." He smirks and you elbow him, but still, you giggled anyway.

"I'll take you up on that offer if you pay for the drink this time." You tease.

"It is seven in the morning and your thinking of drinking, what kind of teacher are you?" He gasps in a dramatic way.

"And you about sex, what does that make you?" You retort.

"A... flirt?" And with that you rolled your eyes, he was a lost cause, but you loved him anyways because he had been your friend for so long... Too long. Recently, something between the two of you happened, a few drinks and there and you woke up naked in his bed cuddled to him. It became a casual thing between the two of you since that day.

The day was long as you predicted and you really couldn’t shake it off, it was like a bug crawling with its little spiky legs all over your back. You were in your office still sipping your coffee while reading boring reports your superior gave you. You were lost in your reading when the crawling suddenly stopped. You looked outside your window to see a gigantic stork made its way to the entrance of the school. You sprinted out your office with your heart beating out of your chest, it had to be him and if it was... it wasn’t a good sign. 

Once you reached the door you saw Satoru standing proud in front of his students and in front of him was a tall man, with thick long dark hair halfway in a bun and as you approached closer, his features became clearer to your eyes. A sharp jawline, piercing dark eyes and a smile that only meant no good... It was him. It was Suguru Geto. 

You made your way in front of Satoru and the kids to protect them against him if he tried something. You knew him better than anyone and you knew he wouldn’t dare to hurt you no matter how much he might want to. There was only one reason he was here in the first place and it was Rika and you wouldn’t let him get to Yuta. 

“Leave my students alone.” You bared your teeth at the man who used to be yours. He towered you with his height and only smiled at you. “Satoru might play nice with you, but I won’t.” You were clenching your fists ready to use your cursed objects on him. You never have been bashful in front of him and you wouldn’t cower now. He took a good look at you and scoffed. 

“I’m here to declare war.” He finally speaks his gaze never leaving yours. “Don’t get too busy on December 24, you’ll need all of your energy because I will commence the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons.” He simply says as if it was nothing. “ Thousand cursed spirits will be unleashed in both Shinjuku and Kyoto and all will be ordered to kill every non-sorcerer in sight.” His chuckle his dark and dry. “I challenge you to try to stop me. It will be like the good old days.” He glared at Satoru. “You have one week until war is upon you. Until then, I’ll borrow this little one.” He was too fast for everyone and grabbed you yanking you in the curses mouth. You didn’t even have time to comprehend the speed he had before the stork flew away. 

You were in a bedroom that had no windows and one door that was locked. You can barely remember what happened. You were in a storks mouth and now you were here. Someone must’ve knocked you out really good. Your rings were gone too. You paced around the room, not knowing what your plan was. You were going to kill the first person that enters the room and you were going to escape, as simple as that. You have done that a few times in your younger days, it shouldn’t be too hard now. 

You breathing was heavier and you were angry, your face flushed. You waited and waited until the door unlocked and a tall muscular figure appeared. His long black hair loose, only wearing a blue kimono that you bought him at some point. You didn’t waste a second before running towards him and crashing your fist against his jaw.

“You motherfucker!” You yelled at him.

“So feisty.” He teased. “But I deserved that one.” He chuckles and you were not in the mood for jokes. A lump in your throat was forming and your fist were shaking. After all these years you wanted to kill him, but now that he’s in front of you, you just want to scream and cry. 

“You left me.” You tone was dry as if he had sucked the life out of you. Your fists tried to connect with his face once more, but he was faster than you were and knew your technics because he was the one who thought you how to fight. At each missed attempt, your tears were filling your eyes. “You betrayed me and you killed so many of our friends— You— You—” At every word you were jabbing at his face hoping your fist would connect with his jaw at some point, but he still moved out of the way of each and every single one.

He finally catches your first in one hand and smiled at you. “I missed you too, y/n.” You were caught off guard. He yanked you closer to him and tears were falling down your cheeks. “You were always a crybaby, my love.” You pushed yourself away from his grasp like it was burning. You held a hand before you to put space between the two of you. 

“Don’t—” You spoke as you dried your own tears. “You are nothing to me anymore.”

“Aren’t I?” His smug smile annoyed you and yet comforted you at the same time. You were angry with him as anyone should in your situation. He started to circle you as if you were his prey, his little crying lamb. “I know you and I know you love me, just as you did all those years ago. I still do.” He admits.

Your heart was pounding in your chest. “But loving me wasn’t enough to stay.”

“You’ve got it all wrong, in fact it was your love who gave me strength to leave and to become who I am.” He was proud of what he was and you were disgusted.

“A murderer?” You scoff. “Should I be flattered you’re putting the blood on your hands on mine?”

“Your words, my love, not mine.” He came to a stop behind you and walked closer to your frozen body. “No blood should ever tarnish that beautiful skin of yours as long as I’m alive.” You hummed in disapproval. “You know why you are here, don’t you?” His presence drew closer to your back and you were shivering. “Join me.” His voice his as soft as his thumb caressing your jaw. “I can give you anything you want, only if you chose me over Satoru.”

“That’s what this is about, jealousy.”

“What if it was?” You can feel the smugness in his tone. “You put yourself in front of a man who can’t be touched, ready to accept any punishment I wanted to unleash at that precise moment. You grew fond of him over the years I was gone.” He sounded disgusted. “Enough to die for him.” The stroke of his thumb came to a sharp stop, before going up your cheek to wipe a tear you silently cried. Why were you crying? You weren’t scared of him, so what was it? Was it guilt perhaps? Because you let yourself have other men when he left you? “Do you love him?” His purrs. 

"Why is that any of your business if I love another man than you.” The last word was like a stab at his cold and dark heart. “You weren’t there anymore.”

“Because you are mine, you were mine the day I first saw you.” His lips were near your ear sending shivers down your spine. “And when I first kissed you” His hand left your cheek to trail down your neck, your collar bone... “And when I tasted your sweet cunt...” He gently caressed your breast, his touch burning your skin beneath your shirt. You leaned against him, savoring him and the burning lust you feel. “you were mine only.” His warm and soft lips met with your shoulder, slowly making his way up your neck. His hand still kneading your breast, you let out a low moan as you gave in. “There you go my love, it wasn’t so hard was it?” He whispered against your ear. “Building a new world without you would mean nothing. So say it, say yes.”

It was wrong. You swore an oath to protect innocent, not annihilate them. You couldn’t give up who you were for him. He had left you with a trail of blood behind him, shattering your heart into millions of pieces you still were picking up. He was your first love and the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with, but he chose a dark path you wouldn’t follow him into no matter how much you yearn for him . Not then and not now.

“I would do anything for you, my love.” You turned around and locked gaze with him. His pupils were blown, filled of lust, waiting for you to make a move. 

“Anything?” He nods. “Answer truthfully.” You wanted to ask him if he would stop the war, but he wouldn’t, it wasn’t like him to back down from a fight. He wanted something now and he was impatient to get it, enough that he would dare to come back at the very place he despised most. “Why did you take my rings away, don’t you trust me?”

“I do.” He speaks. “But I think I like you better with only one on this finger.” He speaks before pressing his soft lips to the knuckle of your ring finger. Was he asking you to marry him? “But if you want them back” He starts while shuffling a hand in the pocket of his kimono. “you can have them.” Ten golden bands were in the palm of his hand and inside one of them was engraved with something. You picked it up and analyzed it.

My salvation

On the band of your ring finger, he had wrote these words he once called you. A soft smile crept on your lips innocently and something warmed his heart for the first time in a long time. You looked up at him with the same innocent eyes that made him fall in love with you and the way his lips were curling upward was a genuine smile. There he was, your Suguru.

You were his salvation, the one who would either save him, deliver it from all evil or be his ruin. Whatever it meant to him, it meant a lot. 

He brushed his thumb on your lower lip, gazing it with such lust. “You broke my heart too all those years ago when you refused to join me, but there wasn’t a single day I didn’t think about what those beautiful lips of yours could do.” Your heart was pounding in your chest as his eyes went back to yours. “They could bring the mightiest sorcerer to his knees.” 

Why don’t you find out? Was what you wanted to say, but your action spoke louder as you pushed yourself on your tip toes and crashed your lips on his in one swift moment that caught him off guard. It wasn’t slow or soft, it was feral and hungry. You wanted him, all of him as if he was slipping away from your grasp. He tossed the rings on the ground before grabbing a hold of you with one firm hand on your hip and the other to the back of your neck. He picked you up with only one of his arm, his mouth never leaving yours, and sat you on top of the dresser next to him. He pulled away and deep inside you, you were afraid he was going to leave again, but instead of leaving, his blown pupils were observing you and your blushed face.

“My pretty girl.” He whispers before dragging his lips across your jaw, while leaving a trail of wet kisses down to your collar bone. All the while his hands and yours were working on the silk blouse you were wearing. You shuffled out of it and Suguru smiled against your skin before his lips found the globe of your breasts still covered with a bra. He unlatched it with ease and freed your nipples only him to cover one back up with his strong large hand and the other teasingly licking the sensitive nub.

You arched your back and your hand found his thick hair that you grabbed hard, making him groan against your nipple. His hands let go of you shortly to undo your pants and taking them off for you. His mouth leaves of your breasts and you are burning up, everything about him is setting you ablaze. The skin of your stomach remains untouched by him and he his not satisfied as wet kisses made their way down until he was on his knees before you, his head near your naked cunt and you nearly begged him to fuck you at the sight of him like this.  

His teeth graze your inner thigh and you mewled at that, you were melting. His bite was soft and what sent you to the edge was when he started sucking the gentle skin getting closer to your core. He was so close to give you what you wanted, but he stopped before even allowing his lips to devour you and looked up at you with a devilish smirk you knew all too well.

His fingers were digging in your thighs as if he was restraining himself to act in his impulses “So what is your answer, my love?”

“Please," You begged, panting like you've been running a marathon. "My King." He smirks satisfied before dipping his head inside your thigh to lick one long stripe off your fold. The sound you made was ecstatic, it felt relieving to have him this way. You sigh in pleasure and it wasn’t enough of a reaction for him and so he buried his face into you, dinking, eating, licking at your pussy like he never had before.

Your back was off the wall and gripping at the furniture beneath you. You screamed as he sucked at your throbbing clit. You didn’t care if anyone was outside. He didn’t care either. Not by the way he laughed against you. “That’s it. That’s it” he said. “You want me to stretch this pussy for you?” You hummed waiting eagerly for his fingers to fill you up. “Use your words.” He whispers before sucking harshly on your clit making you jolt.

“Yes!” You cried. 

“Yes what?” He was getting cocky because you were never one to beg, but for him you seemed to always were and it was getting to his ego.  

“Yes sir.” You breathe hard as you can feel the tip of one finger circling your entrance, lapping the juice all around it and the tip of his finger. 

“Atta girl.” He leans down to kiss your clit and diving his slender finger all the way inside you, making you gasp, eyes shut as you focused on the building tension in your gut. The way it enveloped you, tugging at every nerve in your body.

"Fuck- yes, Suguru.” You moaned.

It was never enough, not until he filled you completely. But he couldn't resist the satisfaction of your pussy clenching around his finger, especially when he added a second, listening to the vulgar sounds of your wetness squelching around him.

He marveled at the sight of your climax; head falling back, a whimper ascending into a moan, your forehead prickling with sweat. It was impossible to tear his eyes from you, to deny himself the vision of you coming undone on his hand. Your ribs shifting with every breath, hugging your breasts as you leaned back. He lifted his other hand to run over the ridges.

You shivered, relaxing against the wall as the last of your orgasm died out, breathing hard. He stood back up and your eyes met, his predatory gaze on you as he put the two digits he used on you in his mouth, licking your juice off of them.

“I could spend hours drinking you, my love.” He leaned closer to you, kissing your lips once and slithering both arms beneath your ass, lifting you back up in his arms. “But I want to fuck you, so desperately.” He admits and you could’ve cum from the way he sounded as he spoke those words. He laid you there on the bed, so gently, but you had other plans. 

You flipped him under you and he chuckled lowly. “I do like my woman in charge.” 

“You said you were thinking about my lips and what they could do.” You smile as you so slowly undo the belt of his kimono freeing his long erect cock out. “And I too want to have my way with you.” You leaned down over the large head of his dick already wet with precum. You looked at him through your lashes and gave him a taste of his own medicine as you licked the slit of the tip in one long swipe. He hissed loudly, his dick twitching, hitting your upper lip. 

You let a dripple of spit slithering down his shaft and wrapped a hand around it, barely closing around it. You lowered your head against him swallowing him the further you could with your hand slowly jerking the base of his cock as you slowly bobbed your head up and down.

“Fuck...” He groans pulling your hair away from your face to get a better look at your wet lips working up and down his length, adding more pressure with your tongue when you get closer to his tip, making him trust in your mouth. You gagged at the sudden jerk of his hips and he chuckles. “Such a dirty girl for me.” He smiles looking at the curve of your ass in the air, before his eyes return to the heavenly sight before him, his lover with his cock in her mouth, barely taking it all in her mouth. He was greedy and he knew it, but he wanted you so close to him. “Relax your throat for me, my love, I want you to take me all in before I fuck this tight pussy of yours.” And you tried to do as he asked as his grip on the roots of your hair tightened and forced you down his shaft. He let out a loud moan that turned into groan when all of his disappeared down your throat. Your gags made him shiver and he decided to use your face as he fucked himself upward in your mouth until he was satisfied. 

You could only comply to him and let him use you, you hummed in pleasure when you tasted his precum on your tongue and it being pushed down your throat by his shaft. Tears were wielding up in your eyes, he was so big, but you wanted this so badly. 

He finally pulled your head back to admire you, his mess. Your lips were puffy and red with spit down your chin. He yanked you under him and pressed his lips to your hungry to taste your mouth again. 

You swallowed thickly as you him lining it up with your pulsing hole.

He laid his hand on your pelvis, his thumb rubbing over your clit as he pushed himself into you. “Fuck” he spat, his head thrown back. He buried himself to the hilt. “Still so tight. But feels so good”

You could only moan, words not being enough for how it felt. 

He caged your head with his forearms as he leaned over you and began to thrust his cock into you. He always started with a steady pace. His length effortlessly stroking over every sweet spot in your pussy. The protruding vein rubbing deliciously over your walls.

The room now being filled with pants and moans from you both, and squelching sounds from your soaked pussy. Your noises were nothing short of pornographic. Both of you. Suguru was just as loud as you were. Moaning your name and swears. His mouth hanging open and eyes in the back of his head. He was lost in the pleasure and that only made him go harder.

He wanted to feel your tight pussy strangle his cock. Squeeze out every last drop of come into you. He wanted you to be his cumdump. He wanted to watch his come ooze out of your still spasming pussy.

“Does he fuck you like I do?” Suguru’s large hand wrapped around your jaw forcing you to look him in his eyes when you’re going to answer him.

“No!” You cried. 

“That’s right, because only I can make you feel this good.” His pace became faster and you could feel your walls tightening, you were so close. “You’re mine.” He grunts. “Only mine.” His words had you shaking. Had you coming. Coming on his cock. He groaned, growled, damn near barked into your ear when you clenched around him. Chanting ‘yes’ in your ear over and over and over. Drilling himself into you. Your body twitching from the overstimulation now taking over you. Your nails were digging in his back as you rode your orgasm at his pace.

But he kept on going. Kept on pounding into you. Ignoring how you screamed. Ignoring the way you thrashed underneath him. The pleasure becoming too much. But still so good.

You could feel it.

The long, thick stings of burning hot come shooting into you. The sensation had you coming a second time. Suguru shivered. A new tightness around him. Tighter than he had felt before. He cried out your name and continued to drive himself into you.

He slammed his lips to yours. His tongue finding it’s way back down your throat. He swallowed all of your noises. Swallowed them and matched them. 

His pace slowed and he finally pulled out of you, his lips never leaving yours. He laid beside you and smiled at you in a way that made your heart ache and yearn for him. 

“I love you Suguru.” You spoke as you caressed his cheek with that same expression you always had towards him, filled with love. He wrapped you in his arms, bringing you closer to his chest. 

“You’re all I’ve ever wanted, my love.” He whispered against your hair as he caresses your back so gently. “In this new world, we will be undefeatable together.” You brought yourself closer to him and kissed the column of his neck as an answer before closing your eyes. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, did you really quit the club?”

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

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

“I bet they did.” You chuckle. 

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

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

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

“It’s part of his charm.” You add. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No we are not.” You snort. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You don’t mean–” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We are right on time.” Kaoru answer. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You loved me?”

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

“It’s Lucy by the sea.”

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What changed?” Hikaru asks.

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

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

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

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

— 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐬