Ouran Drabbles -"I'm Not Your Toy, Renge" and "A Ladylike Air"
Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club
Title: I'm Not Your Toy, Renge
Characters/Pairings: Mori/Honey implied, Honey/Renge
Genre: Humor/General
Rating: PG
Word Count: 426
Warnings/Spoilers: none really, a little OOC for Honey
Summary: Honey can tolerate Renge for the most part, but not when she takes him away from his sweets for too long.
I’m Not Your Toy, Renge
Most girls who ever encountered Honey-sempai were prone to underestimating him based on his cute childlike looks, and in this instance, Renge was no different.
It was no surprise to any of the Host Club members when Renge got involved into a new manga series about a younger boy-loving heroine, that she would draw them into her obsession one way or another.
This time Honey was the unlikely target of Renge’s latest interest, and although he didn’t mind too much, even Honey could only take so much from her.
He readily expected the cosplay, and having a bit more of her attention was understandable. However, the hugging, the doting, and the violent monopolizing of his time away from Mori and his precious sweets were ... unforgivable.
Enough was enough. He certainly was nobody’s toy (maybe Mori’s sometime if he’d ever asked), and he was annoyed with the fact that Renge, or any girl for that matter, would use him in such away just because he was small, cute and visually childlike. But underneath it all, he was still a growing young man, and he was even older than Renge.
Adorned in the school uniform of the character from the story, Honey complied to mimic the character only for a time until Renge got really into her part, squealing and prancing around as if she really was the character herself.
Honey, cool and calculated underneath that cuteness, found the perfect time to strike. Renge ruffled his hair for about the fortieth time and squeezed him tightly to her chest. But unbeknownst to her, Honey suddenly parted from her embrace and drew back.
Renge was startled for a moment by his sudden withdrawal and became even more surprised when he grabbed her tightly - those strong, karate arms coming in handy - and then reached up and kissed her full on the lips and throwing a slobbering tongue in there for good measure. It was certainly an adult kiss.
Renge was too shocked to speak. Honey reverted back to himself and gave her a flowery squeal of glee. The rest of the Host Club was utterly silenced.
“Whee, Renge-chan! This was fun. We should do it again!” Then he bounded off to his table of sweets with Mori eyeing him a little more incredulously than his placid face ever had managed.
Renge slapped her hands over her mouth, tasting the remnants of Honey’s kiss.
Feeling embarrassed, bewildered, and a bit violated, needless to say, Renge never asked Honey to cosplay as her love interest again.
Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club
Title: A Ladylike Air
Rating: PG
Genre: General/Humor
Word Count: 498
Warnings: a little OOC for Haruhi
Pairings or Characters: None, slight Tamaki --> Haruhi
Summary: Haruhi slips up, and Tamaki goes overboard.
A Ladylike Air
Haruhi took a long, hard sigh. She should have known that such a thing would make waves at the Host Club.
And on cue, the president was upping the dramatics and cavorting around the room noisily, making a big deal out of nothing.
Despite the horror of her offense, Tamaki seemed to be the only one having a problem with it, while the others reacted to the matter with their own personal quirks.
Kyouya was scribbling at his tablet, no doubt wondering whether or not such a surprising blunder by a Host Club member could generate profit.
Mori and Hunny seemed to look on silently, although Hunny seemed to be more interested in the matter than Mori was.
The twins, on the other hand, seemed to find it amusing. And in their amusement, they only seemed to goad their lord further.
She had to admit even among common folk, what she did wasn’t exactly smiled upon.
She surveyed Tamaki in exasperation as he started chanting the horrors of her misdeed, how unladylike such a phenomenon was, and how he didn’t know how long it would be before he considered Haruhi cute again. The twins’ mischief increased by agreeing with him, escalating the severity of Haruhi’s action even more than it needed.
“How nasty!” they chanted together, and their words caused a ripple effect of sobs from their lord. “What a naughty girl!”
“OH! This is terrible - TERRIBLE! Such an action should never grace the delicate figure of a proper young lady. I am saddened that your lack of manners is apparent by corruption of your status, your constant exposure to these terrible twins …”
“Hey!”
“Sempai…”
Tamaki grabbed her hand quickly and gazed into her eyes, filling with so much hope and wonder she had to struggle to keep her stomach from retching at the pure sap.
“Upon my honor as your father, I will instruct you in the ways befitting for a lady…”
“Uh, I don’t - “
He interrupted her more loudly. “I will make sure un-cute things never arise from your body again! I solemnly swear…”
“Hey!” She flushed with anger as he drew her into his chest.
“…On your honor that I will never let such things happen again. And with the first step at making Haruhi into a well-mannered young lady, we must get you into a beautiful dress…”
“Sempai!” She flung him off, finally tiring of his crazy antics. She huffed and then snarled at him. “Knock it off already! It was just a slip.”
“But Haruhi!” His eyes became full with tears and he seemed affronted that she would deny his help.
“What’s the big deal anyway? It’s completely natural! It’s not like you haven’t farted before!”
Then, she began to regret her word choice as Tamaki became bothered once again. Haruhi groaned inwardly and wondered if his noise would ever end.
‘Idiot.’ And she realized the more Tamaki carried on about it, the less she felt guilty about what she did.
Title: I'm Not Your Toy, Renge
Characters/Pairings: Mori/Honey implied, Honey/Renge
Genre: Humor/General
Rating: PG
Word Count: 426
Warnings/Spoilers: none really, a little OOC for Honey
Summary: Honey can tolerate Renge for the most part, but not when she takes him away from his sweets for too long.
I’m Not Your Toy, Renge
Most girls who ever encountered Honey-sempai were prone to underestimating him based on his cute childlike looks, and in this instance, Renge was no different.
It was no surprise to any of the Host Club members when Renge got involved into a new manga series about a younger boy-loving heroine, that she would draw them into her obsession one way or another.
This time Honey was the unlikely target of Renge’s latest interest, and although he didn’t mind too much, even Honey could only take so much from her.
He readily expected the cosplay, and having a bit more of her attention was understandable. However, the hugging, the doting, and the violent monopolizing of his time away from Mori and his precious sweets were ... unforgivable.
Enough was enough. He certainly was nobody’s toy (maybe Mori’s sometime if he’d ever asked), and he was annoyed with the fact that Renge, or any girl for that matter, would use him in such away just because he was small, cute and visually childlike. But underneath it all, he was still a growing young man, and he was even older than Renge.
Adorned in the school uniform of the character from the story, Honey complied to mimic the character only for a time until Renge got really into her part, squealing and prancing around as if she really was the character herself.
Honey, cool and calculated underneath that cuteness, found the perfect time to strike. Renge ruffled his hair for about the fortieth time and squeezed him tightly to her chest. But unbeknownst to her, Honey suddenly parted from her embrace and drew back.
Renge was startled for a moment by his sudden withdrawal and became even more surprised when he grabbed her tightly - those strong, karate arms coming in handy - and then reached up and kissed her full on the lips and throwing a slobbering tongue in there for good measure. It was certainly an adult kiss.
Renge was too shocked to speak. Honey reverted back to himself and gave her a flowery squeal of glee. The rest of the Host Club was utterly silenced.
“Whee, Renge-chan! This was fun. We should do it again!” Then he bounded off to his table of sweets with Mori eyeing him a little more incredulously than his placid face ever had managed.
Renge slapped her hands over her mouth, tasting the remnants of Honey’s kiss.
Feeling embarrassed, bewildered, and a bit violated, needless to say, Renge never asked Honey to cosplay as her love interest again.
Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club
Title: A Ladylike Air
Rating: PG
Genre: General/Humor
Word Count: 498
Warnings: a little OOC for Haruhi
Pairings or Characters: None, slight Tamaki --> Haruhi
Summary: Haruhi slips up, and Tamaki goes overboard.
A Ladylike Air
Haruhi took a long, hard sigh. She should have known that such a thing would make waves at the Host Club.
And on cue, the president was upping the dramatics and cavorting around the room noisily, making a big deal out of nothing.
Despite the horror of her offense, Tamaki seemed to be the only one having a problem with it, while the others reacted to the matter with their own personal quirks.
Kyouya was scribbling at his tablet, no doubt wondering whether or not such a surprising blunder by a Host Club member could generate profit.
Mori and Hunny seemed to look on silently, although Hunny seemed to be more interested in the matter than Mori was.
The twins, on the other hand, seemed to find it amusing. And in their amusement, they only seemed to goad their lord further.
She had to admit even among common folk, what she did wasn’t exactly smiled upon.
She surveyed Tamaki in exasperation as he started chanting the horrors of her misdeed, how unladylike such a phenomenon was, and how he didn’t know how long it would be before he considered Haruhi cute again. The twins’ mischief increased by agreeing with him, escalating the severity of Haruhi’s action even more than it needed.
“How nasty!” they chanted together, and their words caused a ripple effect of sobs from their lord. “What a naughty girl!”
“OH! This is terrible - TERRIBLE! Such an action should never grace the delicate figure of a proper young lady. I am saddened that your lack of manners is apparent by corruption of your status, your constant exposure to these terrible twins …”
“Hey!”
“Sempai…”
Tamaki grabbed her hand quickly and gazed into her eyes, filling with so much hope and wonder she had to struggle to keep her stomach from retching at the pure sap.
“Upon my honor as your father, I will instruct you in the ways befitting for a lady…”
“Uh, I don’t - “
He interrupted her more loudly. “I will make sure un-cute things never arise from your body again! I solemnly swear…”
“Hey!” She flushed with anger as he drew her into his chest.
“…On your honor that I will never let such things happen again. And with the first step at making Haruhi into a well-mannered young lady, we must get you into a beautiful dress…”
“Sempai!” She flung him off, finally tiring of his crazy antics. She huffed and then snarled at him. “Knock it off already! It was just a slip.”
“But Haruhi!” His eyes became full with tears and he seemed affronted that she would deny his help.
“What’s the big deal anyway? It’s completely natural! It’s not like you haven’t farted before!”
Then, she began to regret her word choice as Tamaki became bothered once again. Haruhi groaned inwardly and wondered if his noise would ever end.
‘Idiot.’ And she realized the more Tamaki carried on about it, the less she felt guilty about what she did.