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why didn’t any of you guys tell me how bad this is? good lord

Jasmine (pt. 2)

➼ pairing: kyoya ootori x reader

➼ summary: although the world feels like it's ending when your parents tell you you're going to be married off to someone... maybe you're marrying for love after all.

➼ word count: 11.3k

➼ what to expect: "I thought... you might like something traditional, considering nothing about this has been traditional so far."

➼ warnings: FLUFFFFFFFF i could mayhaps be persuaded to write a wedding night smut... 👀 (i'm pretty sure haruhi's father identifies as a male? let me know if i'm wrong)

➼ i tried to leave things up to your imagination, so i tried not to specify details about gifts and such bc i have no idea what everyone's fave is or what fits them

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"The Ootori family will be joining us for dinner. Dress appropriately." Your father disappears as quickly as he arrives, and you're left confused.

The gears start turning in your brain, and your eyes drift from the page in your book to Ren standing to your side.

"The Ootoris are coming?" You furrow your brows.

"Indeed they are." Ren nods in confirmation.

"So.. that means Kyoya?"

Ren's gaze deadpans, and he gives you a knowing look, "Well... he is an Ootori, isn't he?"

You groan, "Sorry... Sorry, I'm just... a little flustered." You doggy-ear your page in your book and move to push up off the living room sofa.

"I see... would I be prying if I asked about the other night?"

You sigh heavily at his question. Your shoulders slump, and you turn to face him, "No, you wouldn't be prying... nothing happened." You assure, waving him off with your forgotten book and moving to waltz to your room.

"You seem disappointed by that."

"I'm not disappointed. It was just a little surprising. I would have thought we were better friends by now." You scoff, attempting to shake his attention by moving down the hallway.

Nevertheless, Ren follows you at your heels, "Are you sure 'friends' is what you want to be?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Yes, Ren! I might as well be friends with the man I'm going to inevitably marry." You throw your hands up indignantly at his accusation.

As you pass a bookshelf in one of the extensive hallways, you slide your current book carelessly between the others, doubting you'll ever remember which shelf it was.

"Do you want me to help you to get ready?" He offers as you near closer and closer to your room with every step.

"Why would I need help? It's not like I'm trying to impress anyone." you scoff.

Ren gives you another knowing look and raises an eyebrow.

You deflate, "... I might need your help." You rephrase, turning the corner into your room.

"Wonderful." He promptly starts a raid in your closet, sifting through hangers and hangers full of clothes.

"Don't pick anything like a ballgown, Ren," You warn as you fall carelessly onto your mattress.

"You underestimate my talent in dressing you." Ren almost jeers.

After another moment of nothing but the sound of Ren pushing hangers aside and making sounds of either approval or disgust, you hear his triumphant exclamation.

"Ah, hah! Here, I've been looking for this little number. I've always found it lovely on you. Not too formal but also gives off a sense of 'I'm far too important to be here; I have other things to do, but I might as well amuse you." Ren hands it over to you excitedly.

"Wow, that's oddly specific." You inspect the garment as he places it in your arms.

"Although, you're not wrong." You hum and take it with you into your closet to change.

"Chose a sensible pair of heels! Not stiletto but not wedges, either!" Ren calls after as you shut the door and strip.

At his request, you glance at your shoe collection neatly shelved next to your multitude of outfits. You hum in thought, running your finger along the edges of the shelves and investigating your options.

You pluck a pair from their position and crack open the door, sticking them out for Ren to observe, "What about these?"

Ren comes forward and bends over to inspect them, "Mm... yes, good. These will do." He nods affirmatively.

"I strive for your approval." You pout mockingly. He rolls his eyes.

"Get dressed; it's already 5:00, and I assume they'll arrive around 6:30 to 7:00."

"That's nearly two hours, Ren." You remind as you slip on the unusually comfortable dress; it falls over your body easily.

You peer down your own body and furrow your brows when you notice that the dress plunges down your chest. Then, when you gaze at yourself in your full-length mirror, you nod at yourself. Not bad, not bad at all.

"I'm going to need a necklace!" You call as you continue to examine yourself.

"What neckline?" You can already hear Ren going through your jewelry.

"... plunging." You tilt your head at yourself and draw figures on your chest with your finger, contemplating.

"Ooh, my kind of neckline." Ren selects a plain silver necklace with a simple pendant.

"Don't be crude, Ren." He opens your door and offers you the necklace. "Lighten up, Miss l/n." He teases, securing the chain under your hairline.

"I love this on you." Ren compliments as you crane your neck over your shoulder to inspect the backside of the dress.

"Imagine how my calves will look in those heels." You gasp and immediately bend down to put them on.

"I was right." You squeal, pulling a shoe mirror from the depths of your closet and putting it on the floor before you.

"Now, do your makeup and hair and be ready soon." Ren ushers you into your bathroom as you stumble in your heels.

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"Welcome, Ootori family. The l/n's are this way if you would follow me." Ren clasps his hands together and leads the entirety of the Ootori family into the den where your parents are waiting elegantly.

There sure are a lot of them. From what he can tell, the two parents have three sons, including Kyoya and a daughter, who seems very friendly.

Ren side-eyes the entrance to the room and realizes he's going to have to retrieve you at some point. So he bows, although no one is paying attention, and excuses himself to fetch you.

You're playing with your earrings in your mirror when he opens your door, and you spin around.

"The Ootoris are here. Would you like me to escort you?" Ren offers you his gloved hand.

"They're here? I didn't hear the doorbell." You pout as you take his hand.

When you enter the den on Ren's arm, the entire family glances back at your presence. The pressure sets in quickly, and you're suddenly thankful that Ren helped you pick out your outfit, and you didn't choose it yourself. You wouldn't feel as confident if you had.

Your father smiles politely and stands, "Ah, y/n. There you are. For those of you who haven't met her, this is our daughter, y/n." He slings an arm around your shoulder and hugs you affectionately to his side. You grimace slightly and smile the best you can manage.

"Oh, y/n, I've heard so much about you!" You're suddenly engulfed in a suffocating embrace by Kyoya's sister. You grunt at the impact and chuckle uneasily.

"I'm Fuyumi, your future sister-in-law." She takes you gently by the shoulders at arm's length to get a better look at you. Your lips tug up at her optimistic demeanor.

"It's very nice to meet you, Fuyumi." You bow gently.

You turn to her parents, "Mr. and Mrs. Ootori." You bow a bit more deeply to each of them. Mrs. Ootori gives you a slight nod, and you receive a small bow from Mr. Ootori.

"Wonderful to see you again, y/n." Mr. Ootori swirls the ice in his drink and takes a sip.

Finally, you turn to their three sons. "Yuuichi, Akito." You give them each the most miniature bow you can muster, and they barely acknowledge you.

At last comes the moment to greet your partner, "Kyoya." The bow you give him is slightly more profound but more casual.

"y/n. Is that any way to greet your fiancé?" Your father scolds under his breath. He grins sheepishly to Mr. Ootori, who hasn't seemed to notice anything out of place.

"Oh, um..." You chew your lip, rapidly sifting through your mind to find a more proper way to greet him.

Kyoya is one step ahead of you, "Lovely to see you, y/n." He gingerly takes your hand from your side and places a chaste kiss atop the backside. You sigh in relief.

"And you as well." You nod as he offers you a small simper.

Ren escorts the group to the dining room, where places already set out for you. It's even as specific as having name place cards where you're to sit.

Of course, you're assigned a seat adjacent to Kyoya. But what did you expect?

The room rings with silence save for the dainty sounds of silverware against fine china. Fuyumi glances around finds you.

Her eyes flit over to your tensed frame, seated awkwardly next to her youngest brother and sneaking glances at him every now and then. Of course, when you're not looking, he's sneaking glances at you as well.

Fuyumi's gaze settles back on you as you chew thoughtfully. Your mind clearly seems to be elsewhere if the way you're zoning out on the table in front of you is anything to go by.

She absolutely adores your choice of outfit tonight- you obviously put a lot of thought into it, and she wonders if her brother admires it as well. Of course, Kyoya isn't someone to voice those kinds of ideas, but she couldn't help catching his stare lingering at certain times.

Dinner ends with nearly no conversation, but your father and Mr. Ootori seem to be deep in discussion about whatever it is that concerns them about their business relationship by the end.

Fuyumi is quick to sweep you up when you all excuse yourselves from the table- the parents retiring for a drink and the older brothers joining them, and Kyoya finding himself unoccupied.

"y/n, we have to chat." She takes you affectionately by the hands and begins to drag you off when she notices you glancing over your shoulder at Kyoya, who seems to be floundering.

"Kyoya will be fine! You and I need to have girl talk if we're going to be sisters." Fuyumi smiles widely.

Kyoya nods in confirmation, "I'll be fine, y/n. Go on." He waves. You nod and allow Fuyumi to drag you along.

Once out of earshot, Fuyumi leans closer to your ear, "I'll have to tell you about all the embarrassing things my baby brother did when he was little." She giggles.

Your eyes light up, and you smile, "Kyoya? Doing embarrassing things? That just doesn't seem right." You tease.

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You and Fuyumi couldn't be better friends by the end of the night. Giggling and regaling each other with stories about your different experiences with Kyoya.

It's nice to have someone other than Ren, especially someone who's feminine, to spend time with. You hope you and Fuyumi have more time in the future to spend with each other.

You're both pouting by the time Ren enters the room to let Fuyumi know that her parents and brothers are finally heading home.

The both of you lock arms on the journey back to your entrance hall, still snickering quietly to each other.

"I'll see you soon, y/n, I promise. You have my number; call me!" She squeezes your hands, and you whine.

"I will, thank you." You smile widely.

Kyoya's eyes glance between the two of you together, and he almost smiles himself. He can't quite place it but watching you, and his sister get along makes him feel some sort of way. His chest aches, and he can barely resist the urge to let a grin befall his features.

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To say you'll never forget the night of your 19th birthday is an atrocious understatement.

You're close to being ready for bed at exactly midnight when your doorbell rings at 12:01.

Why do you remember the exact time? That will make itself known soon enough.

You groan as you trudge to your front door, peeking out the window before you answer it. Who would be knocking at this time, anyway?

It's Kyoya who's knocking. Standing in front of your door with a gift bag in hand and tapping his foot anxiously on your welcome mat.

You cock a brow, twist the locks, and wrench open the large door. Kyoya stares down at you blankly as you tilt your head in question.

"Kyoya? What on earth are you going here?" You whisper accusingly.

Kyoya checks his watch, "It's 12:01 exactly. Happy birthday." He manages a grin.

The gears shift and creak in your brain as they begin grinding to life, and you sigh in realization, "Oh... oh! That's so thoughtful." You place a hand over your heart as it pulses affectionately.

"We can go to the living room if you want." You stand aside to let him waltz inside and make himself comfortable.

You notice the gift bag in his grasp is remarkably plain and relatively smaller than most would expect. It's so... him. Classy, not extravagant, and minimalistic.

"Whatcha got there, hm?" You pry, leading him with a skip in your step over to the sofa.

"Mm, just something for you is all." He teases knowingly. Little do you know, his heart is going to burst from his chest if it beats any harder or faster.

"Gimme~" You make grabby hands towards him and throw yourself onto the sofa.

"Alright, patience." Kyoya chuckles fondly.

"I have none of that; who do you think I am?" You pout, crossing your arms childishly. You vaguely consider that Kyoya hasn't joined you on the sofa- he merely stands before you.

"Now, to give you this gift... First, I have to open it." Kyoya carefully words his sentence. He knows it sounds strange, but he can't spoil it this early.

"Oh..." You nod like you understand, but you have no idea what he's talking about whatsoever. Maybe because it's late... or perhaps you're just dense. But you like to think it's the former.

Kyoya stands motionless for another few seconds, hesitating on his following action. Then, finally, he sighs to himself, carefully digs through the tissue paper, and wraps his fingers around the square-shaped object.

You consider standing next to him just to make it less awkward. You almost feel like royalty, sitting on your throne before him- but it's not in a good way. You feel tense.

Kyoya discards the bag on the sofa beside you, and you follow it with your eyes. But when you do, you miss the most important action of all.

You miss Kyoya sinking to the floor on one knee with a jewelry box and sighing.

"I thought... you might like something traditional, considering nothing about this has been traditional so far."

His confession brings your eyes back to him, and you nearly choke on a gasp. Your heart thumps against your chest cavity, and the gears in your brain are spinning faster than ever before.

"You did not." Is the first thing that comes from your mouth in disbelief.

Kyoya smiles, enamored with your expression of incredulity.

"I did." He cracks open the box, and a stunning ring catches a glint of light, practically with a shing!

You're expecting something far more traditional than what you see. But, it's all you dreamed of for an engagement ring and much more. The jewel is one of your favorites, which happens to be a favorite color of yours, and the band, the entire style is just... so you that you can hardly believe it.

How could you have missed how well he knows you?

It feels right what you do next- falling to your knees before him in awe of his thoughtfulness, "Kyoya, this is gorgeous."

You reach for the ring, but Kyoya suddenly pulls it away, falling to both of his knees to match you.

"Ah~ A lady mustn't put on her own engagement ring." Kyoya scoffs like it's the most obvious thing in the universe. You nearly grumble at him, but he plucks the delicate ring from the box and wordlessly asks for your hand.

"May I?" He requests after a moment of your silence. You nod, speechless as ever.

Kyoya takes your left hand from your side and gently slides the stunning ring on the correct finger.

It's a welcomed added weight. It almost feels like it was missing before, but now it's rightfully there. You can't wait to wake up and go to sleep with it on for the rest of your life.

You simply admire it for a moment glittering on your ring finger. Then, you flourish it at different angles, watching as rays of artificial light catch it in perfect ways.

"Do you like it?" Kyoya voices after a moment of comfortable silence.

You smile widely and prop yourself up on your knees, gingerly wrapping your arms around his neck for a gentle embrace.

"I love it."

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When your birthday has well passed, Ren approaches you with what might be the most gigantic binder you've ever seen.

You snicker to yourself, poised lazily on your bed with your phone, "Whatcha got there, Ren?" You giggle.

"You soon shall see." He kicks the door to your room shut and places the binder on the end of your bed, waiting patiently.

"Can I open it?" You shuffle on your knees towards the sparkling white binder and place a hand on the cover.

"You may." Ren nods sharply.

You pry it open and on the front page awaits an elegant title: The Wedding of your Dreams.

"The... wedding of my dreams?" You raise a brow and peek at Ren curiously. He smiles.

"Indeed. Flip the page." He gestures.

And you do so, delicately turning the page to find a beautiful arrangement of your desires.

You gasp, "An American wedding!" You squeal, flipping through more excitedly now.

"When I accompanied you to your second cousin's wedding in America... you seemed to thoroughly enjoy yourself. So I thought you might like to have the same experience." Ren clasps his hands behind his back and rocks on his feet.

"Yes! With the extensive reception and extravagant ceremony? Will- will I be able to wear a similar dress?" You point to a neat cut out of a woman in a stunning wedding dress.

"You can pick out any dress you'd like, of course," Ren assures. You laugh.

"Well... at least if I have to get married, I can have the wedding of my dreams." You sigh dreamily, falling back onto your mattress, clutching a wedding dress cut out to your chest.

"That's the least I want for you." Ren bows deeply. You wave him off.

"Get up, Ren." You scoff playfully. He offers you an equally playful simper.

"As you wish, m'lady. I'll have the binder sent to the wedding planner as soon as you review it to your liking."

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It isn't long after your conversation with Ren that you get a phone call from none other than your fiancé.

"You want an American wedding?"

You giggle at his monotone voice and roll over on your back, "Indeed, sir, I thought it might be fun." Your smile suddenly fades.

"Why? Do you not want one?"

"No, that's not it. I was just a little surprised, is all." Kyoya assures you from the other line. You sigh in relief.

"Oh, good."

There's a silence on both lines before you hear Kyoya heave a sigh, "... Fuyumi thought it might be-"

"Fuyumi?! Is she there? Where is she? What did she think of it?" You sit up excitedly and bite your lip in anticipation.

Kyoya lets out a groaning sigh, "She wants to go with you to help you choose your dress-"

"Oh, my god! That's perfect!" You squeal loudly.

Meanwhile, on the other end, at your exclamation, Kyoya holds his phone a reasonable distance away from his ear so as to not damage his eardrums.

"I'll... let her know." He winces, carefully bringing the phone back to his cheek.

"You do that! Oh, I have to figure out what I'm going to wear." You leap from your bed and toddle into your closet.

"You'll... be wearing wedding dresses, won't you?" Kyoya raises a curious brow.

"I know that! I mean what I'll wear to meet Fuyumi." You sift through hangers upon hangers with outfits.

"Right..." Kyoya will never understand women- not you, not his sister. It's not to say it's a bad thing, just a confusing thing.

As you continue to talk and talk, Kyoya has no problem listening to your chatter. Your voice over the telephone might not be as angelic as it is in person, blessing his ears, but it'll do for now.

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Fuyumi has quite a different idea of what you might want for a dress fitting. She seems to think you'll be far more comfortable in the Ootori house in her room than a boutique in public. However, she assures you that she has a fair idea of what kind of wedding dress you might like based on the pictures she had sent to her by Ren.

Tentatively, you knock on the grand door to the Ootori home and patiently wait for an answer.

Not much later, the door swings open and reveals an excited Fuyumi.

"Oh, y/n! I'm so glad you could make it! Come!" She takes you by the wrist and yanks you inside.

"I- okay!" You yelp, stumbling along beside her.

You pass servants upon servants with coat hangers adorned with white garment covers and boxes of shoes, veils, tiaras, and jewelry of the like. Your jaw drops in awe of all of the bustling people around the house. Your own home never seems to be quite this busy.

"Wow... this is quite the help you've got here." You marvel as you finally reach her room. She gently leads you along until you're standing on a plush pink pedestal.

"Only the best for you, y/n! Now, stand still a moment; here are some tailors to take your measurements." Fuyumi seats herself on her own bed and gestures to you for the tailors to begin working, each one with a measuring tape slung around their neck and needles in a pincushion attached to a belt.

The tailors swarm you as politely as possible, measuring all angles of your body and even taking into account your usual posture so that they can let the dress out in areas that make you comfortable.

"Amazing... I know my family is beyond wealthy, but I've never quite felt this royal before." You extend your arms as you're asked to and shuffle your feet apart from one another as they measure your inseams.

"We're all entitled to luxury every once in a while. Now, let's begin." Fuyumi balls up her fists in excitement, and that seems to be the cue for maids and servants to surge in with white garment covers.

"A friend of mine is a wonderful wedding dress designer. Your butler sent me a few cut-outs." Fuyumi produces the aforementioned cut-outs from a folder.

"I gave them to her, and she had the most similar, and perhaps even more to your liking, dresses sent here." She takes the first dress and unsheathes it.

"Mm, this one was quite similar to the pictures but with a few tweaks, if you don't mind. Try this one?" Fuyumi hands you the first dress and indicates to the make-shift changing room made of a temporary curtain.

You scurry behind the curtain with a gleeful giggle.

About half a dozen dresses make it into the room and right back out. Although you aren't dissatisfied with any of them, they just aren't suitable for the occasion.

You're becoming discouraged by the seventh dress that Fuyumi hands over to you.

"I really think you'll like this one." She assures. You pout, crestfallen as you step behind the curtain once more.

You're not expecting the absolutely overwhelming amount of elation you find when seeing your reflection in this dress.

It's not quite fitted to your body, but you're sure the tailors are going to fix that no problem. It's not terribly modest or traditional, but not horrifyingly revealing either. It has sleeves made of an elegant mesh material, the ends wrapping like a ring around your middle finger to hold them in place, decorated with beads, sparkles, and the occasional petite flower.

You can't even describe how mystical and beautiful it makes you feel. You can only imagine how it will look when you've had your makeup and hair done.

You've picked a pair of shoes long ago and, fortunately, they fit like a missing puzzle piece with your dress.

You peek from behind the curtain to see Fuyumi still patiently awaiting your return on her bed. You quickly throw it open and spin around once graceful, showing off each and every angle.

"That's the one!" Fuyumi leaps to her feet and claps her hands together.

"It is the one. I just feel so... pretty in this dress." You step up onto the pedestal, and the tailors get to work when you've declared your decision.

"You are so pretty in this dress!" Fuyumi fawns over the train and strokes the fabric to see its full potential.

Your reflection in the full-length mirror feels strange. It's not a bad strange... it's just different.

"I really like it... but I don't feel old enough to be wearing it." Your shoulders drop ever so slightly.

"How do you mean?" Fuyumi meets your eyes in the mirror.

"I don't feel like I should be getting married, no matter how much I love this dress." You fiddle restlessly with the lining on your hips.

"I understand how you feel, sweetie. But trust me, my brother will take wonderful care of you. I just know it." She takes your hands between both of her own and squeezes them reassuringly with a smile.

"I trust you." You nod gratefully.

"We do have a few more choices to make... like this." Fuyumi produces two boxes- one considerably more prominent than the other.

"We have to decide between veil, tiara, or tiara and veil." Then, she gingerly presents you with a stunning tiara and an elegant veil, weighing them metaphorically in her hands.

"I feel like tiara and veil is a little too much... considering a lot is going on with this dress already." You put a finger to your lips in thought.

"But the tiara alone is not enough?" Fuyumi tries. You nod.

"Right. So... I think I'll wear the veil." She hands you the veil to try on. Despite the tailors working, one of them takes a moment to adjust it in your hair and lay the train over the back of your dress.

"Oh, yes, definitely the veil." You giggle.

"Fuyumi, do you have a second?"

A familiar voice echoes from the hall outside, and both yours and Fuyumi's hearts sink.

It's Kyoya. Fuyumi panics and rushes to her door.

"No! I do not have a second!" She leans on the door when he tries to jiggle the handle.

"What? Just let me in." He urges.

"You cannot see the bride in her dress before the wedding!" Fuyumi persists. You snicker at her exertion.

The sound of Kyoya fidgeting with the door handle immediately stops.

"Oh. y/n is in there?" His voice is suddenly much calmer.

"Of course, she's in here! And she's finally found her dress- it's forbidden for the groom to see the dress before the wedding!" Fuyumi repeats for emphasis.

It's odd for someone to call Kyoya your groom. The word feels foreign, and you can't imagine why.

Kyoya audibly groans, "Ah... one of those American traditions, I presume?" He sighs exasperatedly.

"Goodbye, Kyoya! We'll talk later." Fuyumi promises as she returns to your and your dress along with the tailors, pulling at the fabric and adjusting folds and creases.

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Your chauffeur brings the car to a halt in front of a small community of commoner dwellings. To not bring much attention to yourself, you've picked out the least flashy vehicle you own.

... Which happens to be a Mercedes, but it's the best you can do.

You thank your chauffeur and pull yourself from the backseat, moving your sunglasses to sit atop your head as you search for which apartment number might be Haruhi's.

You check your messages with Kyoya once more, reading "203," where you asked for Haruhi's apartment number.

You shrug to yourself and tuck your phone back into your purse, shutting the car door behind you and starting towards the building.

Immediately, your car is swarmed by a crowd. You hiss through your teeth sympathetically for your chauffeur but continue on nonetheless.

When you find her apartment, you confirm the number in your messages and the one on the wall match before gently knocking on the door.

You can hear shuffling and grumbled voices from the inside before the door cracks open and someone is peeking at you. You assume it's Haruhi's father. You tilt your head to meet his gaze through the crack in the door.

He looks you over and opens the door more fully. "Are... you a friend of Haruhi's?" He asks bluntly.

"Yes, sir. I'm y/n l/n." You consider offering your hand for him to shake, but he doesn't seem too keen to have been answering the door in the first place. So, you simply bow shallowly.

"Oh, Haruhi's mentioned you. I'll get her." His demeanor improves once he knows you're a friend of his daughter, and he moves to retrieve her.

Moments later, Haruhi appears at the door, an adorable flower barrette in her pixie hairstyle. You bite your lip and nearly swoon.

"y/n-Senpai! Why... why are you at my house?"

"I apologize. I should have called first." You chuckle at her query.

"No, not at all. It's no trouble. Come in." Haruhi steps aside to let you in. You notice her shoes by the door and slip yours off as well.

"Mm, what a lovely home you have here." You glance at your surroundings with a fond smile.

"Thank you. Glad you like it. Would you like some tea?" Haruhi hurries to the kitchen and fetches a pot of tea, placing it on the stovetop.

"That would be wonderful, thank you." You nod thankfully.

"Make yourself at home; I'll only be a second." Haruhi gestures to the cozy living area through the sliding doors.

You place your purse beside you on the floor and cross your legs over one another to fit in the space near the table, making sure to straighten your posture as you take in your surroundings once more.

You're often jealous of middle-class homes- you're quite fond of the smaller spaces and minimized furniture. You don't know why, but you would much prefer a lightbulb simply hanging from the ceiling to your extravagant chandeliers at home. The simplicity of it gives you only the slightest envy. There aren't any large, empty spaces to maintain or floors that constantly have to be mopped and buffed.

"What brings you here, Senpai?" Haruhi places a cup of tea down in front of you and one for herself on the table. You suppress a squeal at the tiny little cup decorated with flowers.

You clear your throat and take a tentative sip from your tea; one hand is placed under the cup to keep it stable and your posture straight.

"Well, as you know, I'm to be married to Kyoya in... hm, now that I think about it, about a month." You honestly surprise yourself with how close the date to your wedding is.

"Wow, that's so soon. Are you excited?" Haruhi peers at you over her cup as she takes a small sip.

"I guess you could say that," You sigh, "I digress- I wanted to ask you something." You place your cup of tea on the table.

"Ask away."

"Would you be one of my bridesmaids?"

Haruhi raises a brow at you, "What's that?" She asks bluntly, although curious.

"Right; it's an American tradition... the bride and groom each choose a select few friends to be in the ceremony with them... and since Kyoya's chosen all of the male club members... I thought you and Fuyumi might like to be mine." You find yourself fidgeting with your fingers.

"Fuyumi?" The unfamiliar name rolls off her tongue clumsily.

"Kyoya's sister. We've been really close lately. It feels like I finally have a friend in this." You huff out a nervous laugh. Haruhi smiles.

"That sounds really nice. I would love to be one of your bridesmaids, Senpai; it would be an honor." Haruhi beams.

"Oh, great." you sigh in relief. You half-feared you would have scared her off with such a question.

"Er... I'll have the dress sent to you soon. I promise it's flattering- I hear there's a running joke in America that the bride often chooses horrendous bridesmaids' dresses. It's lavender and straightforward." You assure with an apprehensive grin.

"That's a relief. My dad's always trying to make me wear frilly stuff, and the guys wouldn't let me live it down if I did." Haruhi grumbles.

You chuckle, "Don't worry. I'll have them drooling over you."

"Senpai!"

"You know, Tamaki's going to be Kyoya's best man, so-"

"I-I'll go get you more tea!"

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Papers are strewn about the living room floor as you try to coordinate what will go where in the ceremony venue. While you're kneeling uncomfortably on the ground, Kyoya is above you on one of the sofas; his layout is neatly organized on the coffee table.

"Oh my god." You sit up with a realization, and Kyoya quickly looks toward you.

"What? What's wrong?"

"Honey-Senpai should be the flower boy. He would love that! And he could bring Usa-chan." You squeal, making a note of it on a stray sheet of paper near you.

Kyoya chuckles, "I was thinking he could be the ring bearer." He shrugs. You wave him off.

"Mm, I was thinking Antionette could do that."

Kyoya's brows furrow, and he puts the pieces together, "Tamaki's dog?" He groans.

"Yeah! I saw a few videos on the internet of dogs carrying the rings, and it was charming." You pout, clasping your hands together in a pleading motion.

"Mm, fine." Kyoya rolls his eyes mockingly. You giggle victoriously.

"Hey, I was thinking..." You pick up your special wedding binder and plop yourself on the sofa beside him. He puts down his clipboard and turns to face you.

"Is there... anything you want at our wedding?" You open up your binder.

"How do you mean?" Kyoya cocks his head, a bit dazed by your sudden question.

"I mean, I've been making a lot of the decisions... I just wanted to know if there's anything you want to be at our wedding." You gently push your white binder toward him.

Kyoya considers your offer for a moment. Having never really thought about what he would want in his wedding (considering he'd never thought it would have been this early in his life), he has difficulty coming up with an answer.

"Um... I guess... it would be nice to have some lavender roses." Kyoya shrugs nonchalantly.

You gasp, "I've been looking for a color scheme for the reception, and that's perfect! Lavender and white- that's beautiful." You begin work again on your scattered papers and documents.

"It's quite nice, isn't it?" Kyoya hums. His heart warms when he thinks about your consideration for him. Of course, he wants you to have your dream wedding and all, but the fact that you're even considering his opinion is heartwarming.

"We'll have lavender roses as centerpieces in white vases with lavender ribbons..." You mutter to yourself, tongue poking at your cheek as you scribble.

"I thought we had a wedding planner." Kyoya peers over his clipboard at your mess.

"We did... I just didn't trust anyone but myself to make decisions like this." You smile sheepishly, quickly returning to your work.

"I see." Kyoya poorly suppresses a grin.

"And the tables can have white tablecloths with lavender ribbons... bows or not?" You're asking the question more to yourself, considering your low volume.

Kyoya distracts himself with your engagement ring as it glints off the soft evening sun coming from the window, catching his eye. He watches you bring your hand to your cheek and fixates his gaze on your well-groomed fingers against your flushed cheek, all with the addition of the beautiful ring. He hasn't seen you without it since he's given it to you.

You catch his lingering gaze, "Penny for your thoughts?" You tease.

Kyoya shakes his head, "Mm, nothing." He gently waves you off.

"Do you ever think about life after the wedding?" You casually inquire, setting your pen down atop one of the sheets of paper on the carpet.

"I do, actually. Why do you ask?" Kyoya crosses one leg over another.

"Does it make you anxious?"

Kyoya shakes his head again, "Not particularly. I know I'll be financially stable, and I'll be spending the rest of my life with a very good friend..." Kyoya gauges your reaction.

"Mm, I guess it's not so bad, right?" You huff timidly.

"Not entirely." Kyoya smiles.

The subject changes quickly now that you're reassured that there is no reason for you to be anxious, "Are all the hosts going to be your groomsmen?"

"Well, of course, Tamaki will be my best man, and since Honey-Senpai will be the flower boy, I guess Hikaru, Kaoru, and Mori-Senpai will be the only groomsmen." Kyoya twirls his pen in thought.

"It's better than my group. Haruhi is my only bridesmaid, and your sister is my maid of honor."

"Fuyumi is your maid of honor?" Kyoya's eyes grow in size considerably.

"Mmhm... why? Should she not be?" You raise a brow.

"That's not what I meant. I just thought someone you've known longer might envy that role." He shrugs.

"I don't have any other female friends to give the role to."

It's a casual statement, but it renders Kyoya shocked.

"You don't?"

"Just Haruhi and your sister. Is that so surprising?" You chuckle, peering over the dinner choices.

"Actually, it's quite surprising. You're a delightful person."

"I never really found time to socialize between doing things for myself and... you know, finding out I was going to get married at 19." You joke.

Kyoya knows you don't mean it the way he takes it, but he feels his heart pulse dejectedly.

When he doesn't reply, you glance up to see his eyes downcast. You hurry to reassure him, "Well, I didn't mean it like that, you know-"

"No, no, I understand what you meant. Neither of us were entirely thrilled about the idea." Kyoya shrugs, mustering the best smile he can.

"Kyoya, I didn't mean it like that-"

"Honestly, y/n, I understand what you meant." Kyoya truly tries his best to shake it off.

"I admit I was apprehensive at first, but now I'm excited." You assure.

"That's good to hear." Kyoya feels an immense weight lift off his shoulder.

"Good." You simper knowingly.

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Late at night, Kyoya lies awake atop his sheets, fully clothed and his mind racing. He still can't fathom why your revelation had upset him. It's not like he asked you to marry him. He simply had come home from school one day and was told he'd be married to y/n l/n. He thought nothing more of it.

Well, except for the fact that it'd be you and not just some random classmate. Maybe years ago, you were an acquaintance, but he's proud to call you his friend now. And soon-to-be wife.

The word "wife" feels odd. When he says it aloud, it feels odd. When he repeats the word over and over again in his mind, it feels odd. He never thought he'd have a wife before the age of 21.

Kyoya sits up abruptly with a realization- you're going to have to start introducing yourself as y/n Ootori. The awareness of the fact causes him to blush deeply.

He rolls over onto his stomach and picks up his cellphone from his nightstand, mindlessly scrolling through speed dial until he reaches the desired number, sighing heavily.

"Kyoya! Mon ami! It's wonderful to hear from you, Mr. Groom." Tamaki's cheerful voice squeals from the other end.

"Tamaki... I have something on my mind." He blows his fringe from his eyes.

"I'm all ears, sir. Fire away!"

And he does. Kyoya fires away for hours upon end until Tamaki knows just how many nooks and crannies of Kyoya's mind that you occupy.

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Today couldn't have come sooner. December 16th with light flurries that make you thankful that your wedding dress has some sort of sleeve.

The ceremony is outdoors, and all of your guests have been informed to dress for the cold weather. The groomsmen and Kyoya will be dressed in subtly insulated tuxedos, and the bridesmaids AKA just Haruhi and Fuyumi have paired their dresses with suitable crop jackets.

You know it's not the cold from the harsh outdoors that has you shaking- you are inside, after all. Instead, it's your nerves- your hands trembling and your chest heaving in considerably sized pants.

"My dear, you sound like you've run a marathon. What's wrong?" Fuyumi peeks at you through the full-length mirror as she adjusts your train.

Your hair and makeup have been done by the most talented professionals Fuyumi could find, and you look like a princess. But, something is still plaguing your thoughts.

"I just can't believe I'm getting married."

Haruhi arrives through the door with your shower bouquet decorated with white and lavender roses and sprigs of actual lavender here and there. She gently places it in a nearby vase until it's to be used.

"Wow, y/n-Senpai. You look like royalty." Haruhi marvels as you stand above both her and Fuyumi on your pedestal.

"She is royalty today, aren't you, my love?" Fuyumi grins

"I sure feel like it." You pluck anxiously at your sleeves and turn from side to side, admiring your figure in the dress of your choice.

"Am I really going to be walking down the aisle with Mori-Senpai?" Haruhi shivers at the thought- not unpleasantly, but nervously.

"Since Hikaru and Kaoru insisted they'd be walking each other down the aisle and the maid of honor and best man are required to walk together... I suppose Mori-Senpai is the last of your choices, Haruhi." You tease.

"It's nothing against him or anything... He just makes me nervous. I don't know how to talk to him."

"Don't worry, you won't be talking." You wave her off playfully, and her cheeks flush a pretty shade of red.

"It's almost time... are you ready?" Fuyumi adjusts your veil, and you take one last glance at yourself in the mirror, thanking Haruhi as she hands you your bouquet.

"As I'll ever be."

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Standing behind a partition, you watch as the last of the guests file into their seats in your beautifully decorated venue.

You make a mental note that perhaps a wedding planner might be a profession to consider in the future.

Meanwhile, Kyoya adjusts his modest bowtie and clears his throat. He glances over the guests and finds most of his family, a few members of your family, and a few of your closer classmates. There are quite a few members of Tamaki's family... all elated to see Tamaki's best friend get married, although it's arranged. Kyoya's brothers are seated in the front row along with his parents in the seats reserved for immediate family, and yours on the opposite side. Though you have no siblings, your aunt waits excitedly for the ceremony to begin. Kyoya notices Ren isn't anywhere to be found.

Kyoya is alone, save for the officiator, beside the altar. The officiator in question clears his throat, and Kyoya turns to face him.

"I saw your bride earlier... you lucky, lucky man."

Kyoya chuckles, "Indeed, I am. Thank you." He bows politely. The officiator offers him a coy smile.

Ren isn't anywhere to be found because he's with you- tending to your every need and fussing with your gown.

One of the guests notices as a hush falls over the crowd and the band begins their piece- slightly upbeat but not energetic enough to rouse the crowd. Said guest hushes everyone around them, and each person eventually catches on and takes their seat as the music begins.

The first pair is the twins. Kaoru is intimately wrapped around Hikaru, but they know better than to make the show of walking down the aisle about them. So, they simply stride in sync as a few of the guests chuckle at their antics.

As they place themselves behind Kyoya, they each give him a double thumb-up. "You got this, Senpai!"

Kyoya appreciates them with a polite simper.

Mori towers over Haruhi as she has to practically reach up to link arms with him as they waltz among the rose petals. Mori gently lets Haruhi go when they reach the end. He offers Kyoya a slight hum of encouragement.

Tamaki appears with Fuyumi on his arm, seemingly talking between themselves before striding down the aisle. They seem comfortable together. Tamaki kisses Fuyumi chastely on the hand before taking his place directly behind Kyoya.

"Are you nervous?" He claps both hands on Kyoya's shoulders. Kyoya shrugs.

"I guess you could say that."

Honey peeks through the sheer curtains. He carries a white woven basket with Usa-Chan, dressed in a bow tie and top hat, sitting amongst the flower petals. He giggles cheerfully, spreading white rose petals along the path as he twirls toward Kyoya. The crowd coos and melts at his smile.

But Kyoya knows what his appearance means when the music slows and gradually changes to the piece of your choice.

(listening while reading increases the experience 10,000,00%)

Meanwhile, behind the curtain and still out of sight, Ren attends to anything you might need before your moment.

"M'lady, are you ready?" Ren offers you his arm. Then, in a panic, you playfully slap him on the forearm.

"Ren! Now isn't a time for formalities!" You hiccup, and this is when Ren notices your eyes brimming with tears.

"Your wedding day isn't a day for tears!" Ren quietly exclaims, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket and dabbing under your eyes with concern.

"I know! I know," you whisper urgently, "I'm just really nervous. What if he doesn't like my dress?" You pathetically assume.

"Nonsense. Kyoya is a lovely young man who cares for you deeply. Now, y/n, are you ready?"

Ren really only calls you by your name in your moments of need. You sniffle a last time and loop your arm through his.

"Yes, sir."

Kyoya stiffens as he watches the curtain shift and then appears Ren...

... with you on his arm.

His breath simply hitches at the sight of you. You are the epitome of beauty and grace as you glide along, apprehensively glancing at each guest as you pass.

A few guests gasp; others sigh in admiration. You truly look like royalty.

Kyoya sees you from a whole new angle. You're no longer y/n l/n, the girl he went to high school with. Instead, you're y/n l/n, the woman he's about to be married to.

And I would like to find

As the music begins to crescendo, a burst of rose petals surges from above you, strangely reminiscent of the Host Club.

A hand like yours to take mine

Finally, your eyes land on Kyoya in the front. His gaze is unlike anything you've seen before, something unrecognizable shimmering in his eyes.

And with one kiss

The universe seems to stand still, and Kyoya knows for a fact that this is a moment he'll have engraved in his mind for the rest of his life.

We could stop time, and I'd

There's a strange pang in his chest; you seem to move slower than you are. For the first time in a long time, Kyoya can feel tears burning in his eyes.

Fall in love with you

Your ring glitters in the natural sunlight, and although your skin is cold to the touch, warmth blooms in your chest when you find Kyoya gaping at you uncharacteristically.

Tomorrow's far away

Although you've always been beautiful, Kyoya can hardly believe his eyes. You are a vision of perfection, an angel coming from on high just to be his wife.

Let's place our hope in today

As you reach the end of the aisle, Ren gently pulls you forward, tosses your veil behind you gently, and places a ginger kiss on either of your cheeks.

"Make good choices." He leaves you to sit beside your mother, poorly suppressing his own tears.

Just you and me

You bow to him appreciatively and scale the few steps to reach the raised platform where Kyoya is waiting for you.

In a beautiful spring

Fuyumi taps you on your shoulder and gently takes your bouquet from you, wishing you well as she does. You give her a little thumbs-up, and the guests chuckle quietly.

When you turn back to face Kyoya, your cheeks flush a bright red, and you offer a nervous giggle.

Kyoya remains still and unmoving, mouth slightly agape as he pleads with his body to move, make some sort of expression, do something. But, he simply cannot believe his eyes.

"Welcome, honored guests and family. Thank you for being here with us today."

Thankfully, the words of the officiator begin to distract you as well as the guests from his state of awe. Finally, it gives Kyoya a moment to collect himself the best he can, quietly clearing his throat and wringing his hands together.

"We are here today to bond young Miss y/n l/n and Mr. Kyoya Ootori in marriage."

The welcome is thoroughly... awkward, for lack of a better word. He can't say we were brought here today to bond the two of you in holy matrimony- neither you nor Kyoya are religious. Oh, no matter, he can just tell everyone they were brought for the union of love- ah, well, he can't say that either... this is an arranged marriage.

"I am here today on behalf of the Ootori family, as I have officiated all weddings for their children, and I won't stop here." The audience chuckles once more at that.

"Now, we will move on to the vows. I understand you each have written your own?" The officiator gestures to the best man and the maid of honor, respectively.

You mouth a quiet thank you as Fuyumi hands you your notecard, the corners worn and folded from how often you've been rehearsing and toying with the edges.

"Mr. Ootori, if you would start us off?"

Kyoya stares blankly at you, trying his hardest to process this new sensation bubbling up from his stomach to his chest and clouding his thoughts.

There's a moment of piercing silence before the wires connect and his mind starts working again. He knows.

Kyoya's in love with you.

"I'm in love with you." He blurts.

Gasps ripple through the crowd that knows Kyoya well and of this arrangement. Tamaki lets out a dramatic gasp with the twins, and Fuyumi covers her mouth.

"I partly wish I hadn't discovered it just now... but I'm thankful that I have. I believe on some level I always have been... but watching you walk down the aisle in white, knowing you're going to be my wife for the sake of our parents, makes the fact that I've fallen in love with you all the more obvious." Kyoya turns and hands Tamaki his notecard with a content smile. Tamaki takes it tentatively.

"Everything I had written was about what a great person and friend you are. But I don't want to go into this as friends anymore; I want to go in as husband and wife." Kyoya clasps his hands in front of him.

Your heart nearly bursts from your chest, and you cover your mouth with a wide smile.

"I want you for all that you are and for the rest of my life. I... don't believe I've imagined my future with anyone else, or even at all without you. And... I'm pretty sure this reception is going to have a lot more physical touch with you than I intended for today..." He glances at the guests, a few laughs chorus between them.

"But I want you and everyone else here to know that it isn't an arranged marriage anymore. It may have started that way, and I wish I had asked you myself, but I want to marry you, y/n." Kyoya takes your hands in his own and squeezes them tightly.

"I want you to introduce yourself with my last name, and I want to come home each day to you and you alone. I'm in love with you, y/n."

The crowd awes, coos, and the few that know Kyoya for who he is shed tears; that includes Fuyumi and Tamaki.

The silence after his speech indicates your turn. You almost groan to yourself, managing to take one of your hands from his to wipe stray tears before they ruin your makeup.

"Okay, Ren, I know you said no tears, but what am I supposed to do with that?" You whine, stomping your foot childishly, and Ren chuckles heartily.

You sniffle pathetically and turn to give Fuyumi back your notecard. You catch a few stray tears on her cheeks and offer a weak giggle.

"I didn't think this part was going to be emotional, oh my god." You fan your cheeks with a nervous giggle.

"Kyoya... of course, I'm in love with you too. I think I have been since you gave me the engagement ring." You take this chance to flourish your ring, and the audience admires it.

Kyoya chuckles fondly, silently breathing a sigh of relief at your confession.

"I was beyond afraid of going into a one-sided relationship... but I'm thankful that my fears have been settled. I think, for a while... I just accepted that you weren't going to come into this relationship reciprocating my feelings, so it's come as quite a shock that you feel the same now." You snicker, covering your mouth slightly as Kyoya grins down at you.

"In school, I always thought you were just... above me. You were so composed and cool. Although we were in the same grade... I always felt like a freshman longing after a senior."

At your revelation, Kyoya laughs. Not a soft chuckle, but a whole-hearted laugh that makes your heart melt.

"I may have joked about it a lot before this moment... but it's not a joke to me anymore. I'm no longer upset with the fact that my parents offered you my hand without my permission... On the contrary, I'm actually pretty glad it happened. Because I want to marry you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

When you spot the tears forming on Kyoya's waterline, you find yourself unable to stop the waterfall down your own cheeks.

Silence between the two of you will now forever be comfortable. The officiator speaks up when he understands that you're completely finished.

"A beautiful revelation. This couple has come together in the sweetest of ways. To make it official, may I please have the rings?"

A member of Tamaki's family takes that as their cue to release Antionette and let her trot down the aisle, two rings attached to her elegant collar as she races to Tamaki. The audience laughs and awes.

"Hello, Darling!" Tamaki crouches to greet her and detaches the rings from her collar. She barks once, and Tamaki ruffles her fur. Then, when her job is done, she sits politely at Tamaki's feet, tail wagging.

Tamaki hands the rings to the officiator, and he places the first one in Kyoya's hand. He closes his hand over your ring and takes your left hand.

"Repeat after me now; I, Kyoya Ootori..."

"I, Kyoya Ootori..."

"Take you, y/n l/n, to be my wife."

Watching as his lips form around the word "wife" causes a pulsing sensation in your chest. He holds the ring in your sight, and his gaze bores into your very soul.

"To have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse..."

"For richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health..."

"To love and to cherish until we are parted by death."

"To love... and to cherish... until we are parted by death." Kyoya slides the band onto your ring finger delicately, entwining his fingers with yours once it's in place.

"Now, with me please, Miss y/n," The officiator hands you Kyoya's ring, considerably more significant than the one on your own hand.

"I, y/n l/n."

"I... y/n l/n." You ready Kyoya's ring and take his hand in yours, stroking over the backside with your thumb absentmindedly.

"Take you, Kyoya Ootori, to be my husband."

"Take you, Kyoya Ootori, to be my... husband." You hiccup in the middle of your sentence, earning a sympathetic gaze from your husband-to-be.

"To have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse..."

"For richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health..."

"To love and to cherish until we are parted by death."

"To love..." You can feel your own tears on your cheeks, and Kyoya gently clutches your hand in his own.

"Okay, okay, sorry." You wave off your emotions playfully and continue, "To love and to cherish until we are parted by death." You breathe out, at last, slipping Kyoya's ring on his bare finger.

"Wonderful. With the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may now-"

Kyoya wastes no time and wraps an arm around your waist, his now ring-clad hand settling on your cheek and bringing you as close to him as possible for a passionate kiss. You squeal in surprise at the urgency but quickly adjust and grip his hand on your cheek in his own, the other arm settling on his shoulder.

"... kiss the bride." The officiator chuckles nervously.

"Kyoya! Hooray!" Tamaki leaps into the air as Kyoya's lips move gently against yours, the arm around your waist pulling you even further into him.

And we'll always fall in love

You gently push his chest, "Mm, Kyoya, people are watching." You mutter against his lips, although you aren't pulling away either.

"Mmhm, I don't care."

You giggle before he pulls you back to his lips, entwining his fingers with yours.

Again.

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The pair of you are inseparable from the ceremony to the reception.

In the limo transporting you from the ceremony venue to the reception venue where your family and friends are waiting, Kyoya physically cannot keep his hands off of you.

"Kyoya... we are not alone in this car." You sigh breathily as Kyoya places fleeting kisses along the side of your neck, just under your ear.

"I'm not doing anything." He hums, his hand sneakily slipping under the skirt of your dress and placing it on the outer side of your thigh, almost to your garter.

"Hey, mister! Hands to yourself." You hiss playfully, slapping his hand away before he reaches the garter. That's to be saved for another time.

"I'm just making up for lost time, love." Kyoya's hand relocates on your upper waist, his kisses descending to your collar.

"Oh, I like that." You kick a leg up over his to steady yourself.

"What? Love?" Kyoya pries himself away from your skin to glance up at you, his glasses askew.

"Mmhm." You hum, adjusting them.

"Good, 'cause that's mostly what I'll call you from now on." Kyoya's lips descend upon yours, and you hum contently.

The car comes to a clean halt, and the both of you separate as best you can when the divider between you and the driver rolls down.

"We've arrived, Mr. Ootori." He glances apprehensively at the two of you through the mirror.

Kyoya groans to himself, "It seems we have." He opens the door next to him. You detangle yourself from him as he slips out and offers you his hand.

"I can get out of the car myself, sir." You tease with a bright smile.

"Ah, but Mrs. Ootori, I want to help you." He takes you gingerly by the arm and hoists you out.

"You are a vision in that dress, my love." Kyoya helps you straighten out the folds from your position in the car.

"I like my new last name." You peck him on the chin, and he grins.

"Mm, as do I." Kyoya returns the gesture with a chaste kiss to your forehead.

Just as you're about to turn and move to the venue, Kyoya reaches down and scoops you up into his arms. You squeak, securing your arms around his neck with a gasp.

"Kyoya!" You scold, gently kicking your feet in protest.

"It's called bridal style for a reason, dear." He holds you tightly.

"But everyone's going to see-"

"Let them look. You're my wife, and I will do as I please." Kyoya huffs defiantly, arriving at the outdoor venue where your guests are waiting.

You marvel at the decorations around you, too distracted with your own masterpiece to pay attention to your friends and family's cheers when you enter.

"Oh, I am a genius." You gasp, letting Kyoya carry you over to your designated bride and groom table decorated with the largest bouquet of flowers and only two table settings.

"Indeed you are." Kyoya chuckles fondly, taking a seat beside you.

"y/n!" You hear a familiar squeal, and Fuyumi crashes into you with a hug, squeezing you tight like you might slip away if she let go.

"The ceremony was so sweet! I cried like a little baby. Way to go, little brother. Who knew you could pour your heart out like that." Fuyumi places her hands on her hips and gives him a knowing smile.

"Leave it alone, Fuyumi." Kyoya's hand is wrapped up with your own. He brings it up to his lips and places a gentle kiss along your fingers.

"You are just so adorable together. Okay, I'm going back to my seat now." Fuyumi waves reluctantly and returns to her table designated for the groom's family.

The meal you've picked proves to be the perfect choice. As you glance around, everyone seems to be enjoying themselves as you and Kyoya simply enjoy each other's presence.

It's about halfway through your meal that Tamaki stands and gently taps his knife against his glass, gaining everyone's attention with the tinkling of glass. Finally, everyone quiets down, including yourself and Kyoya.

"Here we go." Kyoya sighs in exasperation. You gently slap him on the arm with a look of 'behave.'

"I don't think anyone prepared speeches tonight, as this wedding took a complete turn just an hour ago." Tamaki jokes. The crowd laughs, you and Kyoya roll your eyes.

"But I would like to give one! If... that's alright with the bride and groom, of course." Tamaki politely bows and patiently awaits your answer.

"Of course, Tamaki," You call from your seat. You place a comforting hand on Kyoya's thigh when he sighs.

"Amazing! Okay, I want to start out by letting you all know that I've known Kyoya for a very long time. And this wonderful little lady I've only known for about a year of high school and then some. But! I can definitely tell how much Kyoya's changed since he met her."

Kyoya and Tamaki make eye contact, and as Tamaki's eye drops in a wink, Kyoya smiles.

"I really hoped that they would come together and realize their feelings on their own... and now I realize that would have only happened with the l/n's and the Ootori's coming together in holy matrimony." The crowd laughs once more. He's charming them like he does with everyone, and you grin for that.

"Jokes aside... I'm happy to see you so happy, mon ami." Tamaki toasts to Kyoya, and he toasts back with a grateful smile.

"And, y/n! You call me if you ever need me to scold him!" Tamaki laughs handsomely. You nod.

"Will do." You toast him with your glass.

"To the happy couple! I will forever be jealous!" Everyone takes a small sip from their glasses.

Everyone finishes shortly after his speech and is comfortably conversing with people at their table. You swing your and Kyoya's hands back and forth between your chairs, laughing and basking in your newfound love.

Soon it comes time for your first dance together as husband and wife. As the music piece of your choice begins, you excitedly drag Kyoya from his seat as he trails along with you to the middle of the venue.

"So... we just have to dance while everyone watches?" Kyoya whispers, taking your right hand in his and his left hand securing itself on your waist while yours rests on his shoulder.

"Mmhm, but we don't have to look at them." You assure, gently swaying along with him to the music.

"Simple enough." Kyoya shrugs with a smile.

You settle into a comfortable silence with each other, the delicate piano filling the quiet space as your beloved guests watch on, whispering to each other briefly every now and then.

Kyoya nudges his nose to yours with a fond chuckle as your cheeks flush a pretty pink.

"I like being like this with you." Kyoya twirls you softly under his arm, and you're quick to take your place back against him.

"And I like being like this with you, sir." You tease, pecking his cheek and lingering close.

"Did you see what I had engraved on your ring?" You smirk into his ear, prompting him to slip off his ring and squint at the text inside.

"Smart Ass." He reads aloud. You snicker at his expression, but it soon fades into a cocky one.

"Uh, huh. Why don't you take a look at yours?" Kyoya puts on his ring again as you detach your arm from him to take a good look at your own.

You squint and crane your neck to read it, "Mrs.... Smart Ass. Oh my god." You gasp in disbelief. Kyoya laughs at your reaction. Then, you smack him on the chest.

"How did you know?!" You whine, pouting unconvincingly.

"I didn't, I swear," Kyoya assures you as you continue to sway together.

"Great minds think alike, huh?" You suggest with a quiet laugh. Kyoya nods in agreement.

"Agreed."

The song is near its end, and your head is resting on Kyoya's chest comfortably. You peer up at him, nudging your nose to his jaw with a husky whisper, "Hey." You gain his attention.

"Hm?" He hums, stroking over your back with care.

"I love you." You grin childishly. Kyoya glances down at you, and his lips tug upward softly.

"I love you." He kisses the crown of your head, and you fall into a comfortable rhythm.

Until we are parted by death.

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