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A shrill cry resounded clearly through the humble home, one of terror and anguish, a deep thud rumbling through the upstairs floor. The previously tranquil notes floating through the air dropped dead, a cold trill shaking the princely composer to the core. He tore away from the piano instantaneously, his heart suddenly rampant and his stomach sinking into a dreadful pit.
Tamaki dashed out of the room, his voice strained in panic. His chest wretched when there was no answer, and he nearly scrambled over every step of the the staircase to reach you. A silent, but desperate prayer ran through his mind, hoping that it would combat the excruciatingly negative outcomes that plagued him.
What had happened?
Were you all right?
How much blood had you lost?
The bedroom door crashed into the wall with a violent swing, Tamaki's posture heroically rigid. He choked at the sight of you on the floor, huddled in the corner in nothing but your bath towel. You were trembling and pale, eyes widened in a fearful stare he'd never witnessed before.
"[Name]?! Princess?!"
He coddled you urgently, scrutinizing your every detail with a firm grip on your bare shoulders. The plush fabric of the towel was cinched within your fist, a white-knuckle grip, and your shrunken irises refused to look anywhere else but across the room.
"[Name], what is it? What happened?"
You gulped, "B-bug..."
Tamaki's breath hitched, but his features softened in gentle amusement. His hold relaxed, fingers nimbly tracing along your jaw until they captured your chin. A warm chuckle vibrated within his throat, and he pressed his lips to you forehead,
"Is that all, darling?"
"T-Tamaki," you stammered, still frozen. "You don't understand.."
Your hatred for insects was famous and, though he hated seeing you in such a state, it was rather adorable that such a minute thing scared you the way it did. Either way, he vowed to protect you from all things, even the tiniest of insects.
"It's all right, beautiful," he rose to his feet triumphantly, "Your husband is here to--"
An ungodly sound jumped out of Tamaki's mouth, jaw dropped and his arms thrown up sloppily in defense. Now he understood. That thing on the wall was not a bug at all, but a creature spat out from the very depths of the Underworld.
A spider.
It had to be, at least, three inches in diameter and as black as a starless night. It's legs twitched threateningly, it's abdomen swollen with a girth unfathomable. If the beast could even be slain with a single swat, the bloodbath that would come of it was enough to make Tamaki weak in the knees.
And he didn't dare. This was a battle he was not equipped for.
Instead, an effeminate screech spilled out of him and his body found itself curled next to yours.
"Somebody call Mommy!"
Extended Ending |
"Honestly," Kyoya sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation.
You rubbed comforting circles in Tamaki's back as he sobbed countless apologies into your shoulder, all the while giving Kyoya an apologetic look.
The spider didn't seem so scary now. Between the twin's snickering, Honey's wonderment, and a simple swat of Mori's shoe, it was obvious this morning's events were completely blown out of proportion,
by you, and by your beloved, try-to-be hero of a husband.
Tamaki dashed out of the room, his voice strained in panic. His chest wretched when there was no answer, and he nearly scrambled over every step of the the staircase to reach you. A silent, but desperate prayer ran through his mind, hoping that it would combat the excruciatingly negative outcomes that plagued him.
What had happened?
Were you all right?
How much blood had you lost?
The bedroom door crashed into the wall with a violent swing, Tamaki's posture heroically rigid. He choked at the sight of you on the floor, huddled in the corner in nothing but your bath towel. You were trembling and pale, eyes widened in a fearful stare he'd never witnessed before.
"[Name]?! Princess?!"
He coddled you urgently, scrutinizing your every detail with a firm grip on your bare shoulders. The plush fabric of the towel was cinched within your fist, a white-knuckle grip, and your shrunken irises refused to look anywhere else but across the room.
"[Name], what is it? What happened?"
You gulped, "B-bug..."
Tamaki's breath hitched, but his features softened in gentle amusement. His hold relaxed, fingers nimbly tracing along your jaw until they captured your chin. A warm chuckle vibrated within his throat, and he pressed his lips to you forehead,
"Is that all, darling?"
"T-Tamaki," you stammered, still frozen. "You don't understand.."
Your hatred for insects was famous and, though he hated seeing you in such a state, it was rather adorable that such a minute thing scared you the way it did. Either way, he vowed to protect you from all things, even the tiniest of insects.
"It's all right, beautiful," he rose to his feet triumphantly, "Your husband is here to--"
An ungodly sound jumped out of Tamaki's mouth, jaw dropped and his arms thrown up sloppily in defense. Now he understood. That thing on the wall was not a bug at all, but a creature spat out from the very depths of the Underworld.
A spider.
It had to be, at least, three inches in diameter and as black as a starless night. It's legs twitched threateningly, it's abdomen swollen with a girth unfathomable. If the beast could even be slain with a single swat, the bloodbath that would come of it was enough to make Tamaki weak in the knees.
And he didn't dare. This was a battle he was not equipped for.
Instead, an effeminate screech spilled out of him and his body found itself curled next to yours.
"Somebody call Mommy!"
Extended Ending |
"Honestly," Kyoya sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation.
You rubbed comforting circles in Tamaki's back as he sobbed countless apologies into your shoulder, all the while giving Kyoya an apologetic look.
The spider didn't seem so scary now. Between the twin's snickering, Honey's wonderment, and a simple swat of Mori's shoe, it was obvious this morning's events were completely blown out of proportion,
by you, and by your beloved, try-to-be hero of a husband.
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It's the weekend! What better way to start it off than with a laugh?
Poor, poor Tamaki is at it again.
I love you, Prince Charming. Thanks for the effort.
[I do not own OHSHC, Tamaki, Kyoya, Mori, Honey or the twins
Plot of fan fiction composed and copyright to Mikittykun]
Poor, poor Tamaki is at it again.
I love you, Prince Charming. Thanks for the effort.
[I do not own OHSHC, Tamaki, Kyoya, Mori, Honey or the twins
Plot of fan fiction composed and copyright to Mikittykun]
© 2016 - 2024 Mikittykun
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Is it bad that I came back to this fanfic just to have a good laugh...? Every time I read this I smile, not many stories I've read are able to do that 