Request: Hey, would you write something for the host club boys and girl! A scenario where they are with the female reader (they have a hard crush on her) at the beatch and some other boys are making her feel unkomfortabel? Like they team-up to protect her and try to make her feel better together? Some angst with a very fluffy ending? Oh! And the reader is wearing a summer dress if thats okay for you! Thank you very much!
Title: Protectors
Genre: angst, though a huge fluff-ton of fluff at the end
Pairing: Host Club x reader
Notes: This request, honestly, makes me really excited. I can just imagine the aftermath as well, so the scene setting is just *chef’s kiss*. Anyways, I will apologize in advance as well as provide a warning, but...
this will go into some slightly disturbing territory. Heed this before reading, proceed with caution.
Otherwise, I hope you enjoy this!
Below the cut!
Ouran’s attendance mainly of the powerful and wealthy, though there was the odd scholarship student. They may not know each other, but this is not one of those scenarios.
(Y/n) (L/n), a foreigner that had managed to work her way into the strict system after living in Japan, had formed a bond with fellow scholarship student Haruhi Fujioka. After living near each other for years, and the two females making many memories with each other, they knew each other’s best-kept secrets.
While Haruhi’s was initially the host club, (Y/n) had found out about it the hard way (the twins caught wind of the girl and pulled her to the club). They all got along greatly, and this was the start of a budding friendship (and growing crush from all people in the club).
Though (Y/n)’s secret? That was only something that she and Haruhi were to know.
Which made this moment much, much worse than the “typical” advances. Three guys had the attractive girl cornered, her flowery summer dress becoming discolored from the wet and dirty walls. Her tears were fresh in her eyes, her hands were shaking, but she couldn’t scream.
The fear in her being was very much obvious, and despite her urge to fight back, the response pointed her to freeze. The tallest of the pack had a smirk on his slimy face, eyes scaling her figure with a nasty intent. His gaze on her only allowed for his lackeys to participate in the disgusting act.
While she was being objectified in the shadows, a bad feeling settled in Haruhi’s stomach. She wanted to leap up and search for her oh-so-close friend and neighbor (crush as well, but that’s not the point here). She had noticed some guys approaching her constantly and - Oh no.
The worry slipped onto her face, and while Mori had taken immediate notice, no one was able to stop her when she ran at breakneck speed from the towel the boys had set up on the beachfront. It frankly scared them, but Haruhi? Yeah, she needed to find (Y/n).
Tamaki’s eyes had widened when he noticed the brunette jump up from her spot, but he nonetheless stood up and declared that the club would go with her. He wasn’t aware of what was going on, and with (Y/n) gone, his fears would only get worse. It hadn’t even been that long when Haruhi had gotten up. They were all on their way, following after Haruhi before Tamaki had finished his declaration.
In (Y/n)’s case, the guys that had trapped her were looming in closer, touching her for the sake of touching her. It was getting even more terrifying, they were getting even closer if that was even possible, the tears she had been holding were about to spill, they had the hem of her dress in their hands, and-
“Hey!”
Thank you, Haruhi.
The group of boys had jumped onto following Haruhi, and when they heard her yell, they ran like mad men to the spot where the sound had come from. The tone of her voice scared them to no end; they had to hurry. Yes, they were close, but that sound was more horrifying than any one of them was suspecting.
Before the host club arrived, the boys had started to target Haruhi for her height. The fear that mimicked (Y/n)’s had begun to creep up on the short brunette, but before the leader could grab her shoulder, a plethora of loud voices rang through the beach house alley.
“Leave her be.”
The boys had stood tall, and the terrible trio? Pure terror at the sight of the towering Morinozuka and the look the devilish twins had graced upon their faces. It didn’t help that these boys were also students of Ouran, all too aware of the power that these teenagers had over him and his family (namely Suoh and Ootori.)
It took very little to get them to walk away, but Honey-senpai and the twins made them run faster. Tamaki had made his place beside the two of you as you finally curled up into a ball and let your tears out.
While Haruhi was scared to no end, she knew how you reacted to things like this due to your past, so she was quick on the uptake for you. You were cradled in her arms, Tamaki was fussing over your state and had a towel draped around the two of you. She slipped the stray towel off herself and placed the whole thing over you. Kyoya was already calling to report to harassment, and Mori stood guard by the alley entrance.
Things throughout the day slowly settled for the group. Kyoya had made sure that you were safe throughout the whole aftermath, the twins were constantly on guard for your sake, Tamaki and Honey-senpai wouldn’t leave your side, and Mori had been shadowing you three with Haruhi beside him. They had gone through multiple hours of recovery from the moment with you, staying beside you if you ever needed anything.
They had coddled you for the rest of the day, making sure that you had any food you had decided to eat, any blankets that you requested by your side in seconds. By the end of the night, the way they were constantly trying to grab your attention.
Yes, this includes Mori and Kyoya, as well as Haruhi.
Thanks to them, their doting had calmed you down (though the immediate aftermath had been so bad that you could only trust Haruhi to be around you for extended periods of time).
Overall, while the day had been going well until that point, the experience only made you respect the club members even more. They, on the other hand, had developed an even more primal sense to protect you.
