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Ouran's Giant Host Club Chapter 4

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Welp, this is the end of episode one, and the chapters that I have written. I'm working on writing episode 2, but I can't make any promises about how long that will take. Thank you to everyone who has read and left such nice tags, I really appreciate it.

Enjoy!

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For Haruhi, it was like time itself had slowed down. As the table shifted, so did gravity. She felt herself slide with the rest of the table's contents. Her mind was frozen, right up to the moment she became airborne. She closed her eyes and heard the thud of something else hitting the floor, and felt herself being dragged down in a free fall. She had heard that in moments like this, most people see their life flash before their eyes, but not her.

Eyes closed, her mind focused solely on the sounds and feelings around her. That odd weightlessness of her body, the sound of a shout, the air feeling like wind blowing past her, a bit of tea from Ayano’s cup splashing against her side. It felt like it had lasted an eternity, but as soon as she was sure she would hit the ground, she instead felt something else cushion her fall.

A hand. 

Somebody caught her. 

She heard something hit the floor and shatter in the background. A shiver ran up her spine. That could’ve been her, shattering on the floor. 

She can’t bring herself to open her eyes yet, so she just laid on the warm palm, trying to steady her breathing. 

Tamaki knew he was right to keep an eye on Haruhi. Ayanokoji had always been a jealous girl, he just never thought she would take it this far. As soon as he saw Ayano grab the end of the table, he tensed. And when he saw the legs of the table leave the ground, he shot up from his seat and ran as fast as he could towards them.

“Haruhi!” he shouted as he reached for the human, praying that his reflexes would be fast enough. Thankfully, he was just in time. He felt the tiny, fragile body land safely in his hands.

A small group of people had crowded around, trying to see what the commotion was about. Tamaki promptly cupped his hands against his rapid-beating heart to keep Haruhi out of sight, away from the prying eyes.

“Tamaki,” a far-too-sweet sounding voice drew his attention away from the human, and to the giant on the floor. Ayano was sitting there in a pitiful pose, one you might see a storybook princess drawn in. “I felt faint,” she said, a dainty hand placed on her head, “I must have hit the table when I fell. Please help me.” She held out her hand, clearly expecting Tamaki to take it. His hands didn’t move from his chest. 

“Get up.”

Ayano drew her hand back. “W-what? Tamaki-”

“You did this on purpose,” he said with a dark expression on his face. He could still feel Haruhi’s slight shivers against his palm. “You pretended to fall and you nearly killed our newest member. Get up.”

“What are you talking about?” For just a moment, Ayano looked enraged. Then her expression shifted back as she cradled her head in her hand, pretending to be hurt. “Ow… do something, Tamaki!”

Tamaki stared at her for a moment more, before sighing. “Ayanokoji, you’re a beautiful girl, but you aren’t classy enough to be our guest, dear. Please leave”

Her face fell, truly upset. 

“Why Tamaki?” she glazed around, seeing the other members glaring down at her, “...you idiot!” She ran away, crying.

Tamaki took a deep breath before moving his hands away from his chest. Looking down at Haruhi, he was relieved to see that the little guy was unharmed. Haruhi was sitting up in his hands, staring down at the shattered flower vase on the floor. 

“Hey there, my little rookie,” he said, brushing over the human’s hair with a fingertip, “I hope that didn’t spook you too bad.” 

Reaching up to push the finger away from her head, Haruhi stood back up. Tamaki was surprised to see the kid so calm after a debacle like that. “I’m fine, Senpai.” Haruhi lifted the side of her shirt, grimacing a bit at the large wet spot covering it. “Some of her tea got on me, though. Can I go change?”

“Of course!” Tamaki looked around for a moment, shooing away the small crowd of people still watching. He grabbed another of Haruhi’s small uniforms from the changing room, before walking over to a secluded table in the corner. He set Haruhi down behind another vase for privacy.

Tamaki went back over to the other club members, who were mumbling amongst themselves. They stopped as soon as they saw Tamaki approach.

“Tama-chan!” Honey was the first to shout. “Is Haru-chan okay?”

“He’s fine, as far as I can tell,” Tamaki said with a smile.

“That’s a relief,” Kyoya was writing something down in a notebook. “If Haruhi got seriously injured during club activities, we’d most likely be liable.” 

Only worried about the numbers. Classic Kyoya. Tamaki thought with a grimace. 

“We’ll definitely need to keep a better eye on him,” said one of the twins. 

“Where’d he go anyway?” the other finished.

Tamaki pointed a thumb over his shoulder to the corner table, “He’s just changing into a dry uniform, he should be about done by now,” he said, walking back over. The others followed him. 

“Hey Haruhi, are you done yet? It’s been-” as he said this, Tamaki pushed the vase aside. Haruhi was behind it, wearing only pants and a bra. 

Tamaki was frozen, staring at Haruhi, and he… she?... was frozen, staring right back. Tamaki slid the vase back into place, obscuring the human once more.

“Haruhi…” he asked hesitantly, “you’re… a girl?”

“Biologically speaking, yeah.” Haruhi stepped out from behind the vase, now fully dressed. Tamaki felt his heart speed up. Despite being in a replica of the same clothes, Haruhi somehow seemed even cuter now. “Listen, Senpai, I don’t really care whether you guys see me as a boy or a girl,” Haruhi said, straightening the collar on her shirt, “In my opinion, it’s more important for a person to be recognized for who they are rather than for what sex they are.”

Kyoya jumped in, “Well, isn’t this an interesting development?”

The twins smiled at each other. “Oh yeah,” they turned, “though I’m guessing you  knew the whole time, Kyoya.” Before he could respond, Haruhi spoke up again, looking up at Tamaki.

“You know, I have to say Senpai, I thought you were pretty cool earlier.” She smiled up at him. Tamaki gasped, putting a hand over his mouth and quickly turning bright red. 

Kyoya smirked at the other hosts, “Now I could be wrong, but I think we may be experiencing the beginnings of love here.”

Haruhi barely noticed Tamaki’s reaction, she just continued talking to nobody in particular. “Being a host and getting fussed over by a bunch of girls might not be that bad.” Tamaki was taken aback by this, but Haruhi kept going, “I wonder how I can pull it off?” She hit her hands together, “I’ve got it!” she said, looking back up with her eyes wide. “I’ll just call everyone dude and bro now!”

She laughed at her own joke. 

End of Episode 1

Pirate captain with a pirate captain hat befriending a fairy and when they need tve fairy to chill out or something they just put the hat on top of the fairy so the fairy can't fly away

If I randomly shrunk I think I'd be pretty set because I collect and paint functional miniatures. Including those booknook things that take hours to build. All i need is a normal sized friend and I'm set for life.

Petty larceny

Thoughts that keep me awake at night:

If a borrower steals a diamond ring...

Is it petty theft?

Grand larceny?

Both? 🤔

I read the boop as the beep sound at the self checkout

POV: How life feels when G/T is displayed/portrayed in Media

a giant wearing gloves. tight leather gloves that accentuate their hands and every movement they make. the giant needing to stash you away for a second, so they slip you into said glove, right against their palm. pressed tight by the fabric, able to feel the giant’s pulse, every twitch of their fingers, every crease of the leather around you.

Everytime

I want everyone to know that this is me every time someone drops a comment on something I've written:

THIS

G/T VLOGS

Watching someone stream rn and is it bad that when people do Vlogs and hold the camera while they walk I pretend I’m tiny ☠️ IT FEELS LIKE THEYRE HOLDING A TINY AND TAKING THEM WITH-

Especially when they say to the camera “hey I’m going to pick you guys up- set you down here!” Or like “oops- sorry, dropped you guys! Here- that’s better” LIKE ITS SO G/T CODED.

okay so in Pride and Prejudice 2005, it is a very tense situation between the two romantic leads, which I won’t get into bc if you don’t know then you should just go watch the movie its so good. ANYWAYS when Darcy first makes physical contact with Lizzy, extending a hand to help her up into a carriage, the camera focuses on his hand as he walks away and how he flexes it.

it’s such a Moment, showing the feelings Darcy is not otherwise outwardly expressing. it perfectly captures the charged energy you feel in your skin when touching someone you have tension with, how your own body doesn’t feel the same after fleetingly getting contact with theirs

so now I’m imagining a g/t scenario, with a tiny and a giant who are far from friendly but do have to interact, and who have some charged unresolved tension between them. some instance happens where the giant has to briefly move the tiny - rescuing them from something, helping them get to a higher place - and they set down the tiny immediately after. the tiny is in their palm so fleetingly, and the giant quickly takes their leave.

but they can’t help but flex their hand. trying to get the tingling energy out of it, the warmth to go away. trying to lose the feeling of that tiny body curled up in their giant hand.

trying to ignore how much they liked it.

Nuh uh

I challenge you to a duel

😓 Why????

Cause you're small >:)

I challenge you to a duel

😓 Why????

You can't crush someone to death without a quick disclaimer lmao

from a purely aesthetic standpoint i adoreeeeee shoes and boots and fun socks and its whack so much gt is ankle up only because people are deathly avoiding the f**t f*tish allegations. like i totally get it, but also i feel like we are in a Victorian era where the sight of ankles elicits gasps and fainting from the entire town

Sorry for not updating in bit- but here is chapter eleven of inhuman! Very brief mention of suicide, but otherwise, enjoy!

Chapter eleven

Ronan

After three hours of driving, we managed to get to a safe location. Vix’s house. Vix is one of our long-time clients, she's basically a sister to Atlas and I'm sure she'd let the four of us crash with her until we get this shit figured out. I take a sip of my long cold coffee that Damien bought me at the gas station.

Isabelle and Atlas are fast asleep in the backseat, Isabelle curled up on his shoulder while he leans against the window. It's quite a cute sight to see, especially with how apprehensive they were around each other only two days ago.

“Whose house is this?” Damien asks as he sneaks a glance back at the two sleeping bodies in the back seat. “Her name is Vix, she's Atlas's age, another client of ours.” I responded before reaching back to wake up Atlas and isabelle. “Rise and shine, we're here.”

I shake Atlas a little bit, startling Isabelle awake, yet somehow not waking up atlas. She seems surprised to have woken up on his shoulder, and it takes her a moment to process what's going on. “Where's here?” she asks, her voice as soft and quiet as ever. “A friend's house, she's nice, wake up atlas for me, would you?”

She hesitates then nods with a determined expression, before she reaches up and grabs a handful of atlas’s overgrown hair, and jumps off his shoulder, yanking his hair with all her force before either me or damien could stop her. She lets out a yelp as Atlas swats at her. Luckily, she's able to hold on and dangles right in front of his eyes. Damien reaches back to grab her out of Atlas's face and cradle her in his hand. Looking back at Atlas, he seems less than happy about the way he was woken up. “What? Why did you do that?” he asks as he looks out the window. A look of realization crosses his face as he stares out at the house outside the car.

¨ Does she know we're here?” Atlas asks, and Damien looks at me with an eyebrow raised. I unbuckle my seatbelt and start to step out of the car. ¨She will.¨

Entering the house with two extra people and multiple injuries is probably not what vix wanted to see at eleven o'clock at night, especially since she had been spending the last few years avoiding violence and people she didn't know.

She's a runaway.

At the age of nine she ran away from her grandparents house, there were a total of seventeen other kids and four adults who lived there as well, and money was practically nonexistent. I don't exactly know how she got there or her whole story, but I found her in a place similar to Isabelle, only with a significant difference in founding.

I smile as she rushes downstairs, her curly hair thrown back into a low ponytail and a lovely pink machete clutched tight in her right hand. Her skirt poofs slightly when she jumps over the last three steps and onto the hardwood floor, her socked feet letting her glide for a few inches, her weapon pointed directly at damien. I can see the ´you've got to be kidding me´ in his expression, and I stifle a laugh.

Today has not been his day.

“Whos this doll wielding freak?” vixs asks, her blade still pointed directly at Damien's head. “My sister is not-” “this is damien.” i cut him off before he started a fight with vix, considering that she has a machete and he has a bullet wound, it's not a very fair fight. Her eyes widen with shock, before she glares daggers at the poor guy.

“He's a client of ours, the house was compromised so we just took him with us.” I gave her half a grin before walking to her kitchen to raid her fridge for something to drink. “Stop bringing random clients to my house! Matter of fact, Ronan, your band from here!” vix shouts at me as I pull out a can of root beer from her fridge. She glares at me while I begin to count on my fingers.

“That's the fourth time I've been banned this month! Is that a new record?” i ask cheekily, vix finally lowers her weapons and walks up to damien, she leans forward to examine him for a moment, completely forgetting about the argument me and her were having not even thirty seconds ago. He glares back at her, there is a noticeable height difference between the two of them, with vix only coming up to about his shoulder.

Without so much as a breath of warning, vix snatches Isabelle roughly from his hand with two fingers.

Atlas, Damien and I all immediately gasp and the whole room goes silent. All of our eyes shoot to Isabelle, as her head turns to vix, panic clear in her eyes. Vix stares back, watching as the thing she thought was a doll moved in her hand. She had the same expression as an arachnophobe who just encountered a spider with no one around to kill it.

I take a few steps forward and grab a bowl of fruit from the table behind me, emptying it out onto the couch right as vix screams and launches isabelle into the air before running over to atlas, at the same moment damien launches forward to try and catch isabelle, only to end up on the floor while isabelle lands safely in the bowl.

I can hear her heavy, anxious breathing from here, and I look down at her, taking note of the panic in her expression. I chuckle and watch her for a moment longer, before setting the bowl down onto the side table with her still in it. I'll give her a minute to calm down. Damiens is still lying face down on the floor and vix is still hidden behind a very confused atlas. I clap my hands together and decided that right about now is probably a good time for introductions.

“Alright, vix, sorry for the no warning on bringing strangers into your house, but this is damien.” I say, gesturing to the man on the floor, who for some reason has yet to get up. “And the lady in the bowl, who you threw,” she looks embarrassed, “is Isabelle, damien hired us to rescue her from a lab, and when he came to pick her up, we were attacked.” vix looks a bit surprised when i recap the last two days.

I look back at Isabelle, then at vix. They'll probably get along fine, their both labs grow after all. “Isabelle, we found Isabelle at a lab like the one we found you in, except she had the opposite problem to you.” i'm about to continue explaining when vix jabs me in my neck, hitting a pressure point and making me jump back. “Stop telling my life story.” she says, picking up the bowl Isabelle has been sitting in and gently tilting her onto the table.

“As he was saying, when they found me, I was about forty feet tall, nice to meet a fellow survivor.” she says with a gentle smile, this would've been a very touchy moment, if Isabelle wasn't staring at vix in complete shock, looking at vix like she had three heads. Damien, quiet as a mouse, puts a hand on vixs shoulder, making her jump. "So its you? the experiment they assumed killed herself after escaping, sar-” one swift hit to the head from vix shut him right up.

“Don't call me that, that's not my name.” she says, her expression going from gentle and calm, to cold and dark in just a matter of seconds. Atlas places his hand on vixs shoulder, leaning into her ear and whispering something to quiet for the rest of us to hear, or that was my original thought, from the way the tiny person on the table eyebrows raised. I'm assuming she heard whatever he said.

“It's late, we should go to bed, Ronan, you and Atlas can share the guest room, this asshole can have the couch, Isabelle, you want to come sleep in my room?” she asks, and Isabelle visibly tenses, it's obvious she's hesitant to share a space with someone else she doesn't know. She looks up at Damien, who also does not seem to like the idea either.

Damiens about to intervene, most likely to suggest a different idea, but Isabelle speaks first. “Yeah… that, that sounds good. '' she whispers, i can tell that damien still plans to protest, but i think it'll be good for vix to make new friends, she's not normally this open to sharing her space with others. I think she and isabelle will be good friends. “Before bed, we should clean isas wound.” atlas chimes in, addressing the entire group for the first time since we got here.

And before any of us can react, vix has whisked Isabelle away into the bathroom, leaving the rest of us in the living room alone.

I'm not THE happiest with how this chapter came out, but... yay! New characters!

Okay I absolutely love the idea of a Tiny falling off something, and the giant just being like "noooooo! You were to young to die!" And the tiny just standing on the floor like "man you really gotta sweep down here most often."

I find it funny how alot of borrowers stories will have them be weak and frail and all skin and bones, when they live RIGHT BY THE KITCHEN. And all the work to get food would be a great work out, so in conclusion, no more of this weak frail borrowers, make them jacked.

THIS IS SOO CUTE

This gives me a really good story idea

“Sometimes I feel like a bundle of chemicals and nerves.”

Here's the rest of the Savannah Squad ready for powerpoint night :D

I'm really happy with how these turned out!! I'll be posting the headcanons soon <3 <3

Sometimes I wish I could like a post twice

Hehehehehehe I'm eating good tonight

I'll leave buttons in your crafting room in return

@gtlurker

WHY ARE YOU LIKING MY POSTS EVERY TIME I POST SOMETHING AND THE VERY SECOND I POST IT

DO YOU JUST SILENTLY OBSERVE FRIM THE SHADOWS WAITING FOR THEM

I LOVE YOU MY FRIEND BUT ARE! YOU! IN! MY! WALLS!?!?!?!

Obviously I am in your walls. I am a borrower.i thought me FRIEND would know this!

@gtlurker

WHY ARE YOU LIKING MY POSTS EVERY TIME I POST SOMETHING AND THE VERY SECOND I POST IT

DO YOU JUST SILENTLY OBSERVE FRIM THE SHADOWS WAITING FOR THEM

I LOVE YOU MY FRIEND BUT ARE! YOU! IN! MY! WALLS!?!?!?!

I greatly agree with the text above

"Oh, you know what they say-"

STOP.

First of all, WHO IS THEY? The motherfucking magical fae gods? Where did this come from? Am I simply uneducated????????

As much as I love fluff in gt and the giant always being worried sick about the tiny, even if they are fine, I gotta LOVE myself an idiot giant and a smart tiny, ESPECIALLY if the giant is just a normal human who is stuck with a borrower of some kind.

Now, still could be wholesome, right?

Yes, but what IF the tiny was the giant's only braincell?

Giant: hey, did you see where I put my phone?

Tiny: ...your hand. Look at your hand

Giant: *look at their free hand*

Tiny: The OTHER hand!

Giant: oooooh!

Giant: ah, shoot, I forgot my shopping list back home

The tiny hitching a ride in their pocket: *have perfectly memorized the entirety of the shopping list*

Giant: ah, thanks, man

The tiny, back home, standing amongst a whole bunch of pop tarts and nothing else from the shopping list: this was NOT on the shopping list!

Giant: but they're SO much easier to make than a whole meal!

Tiny: Even I can cook and I barely had a stove before meeting you!

Tiny: hey, can I have some ice cream?

Giant: sure, it's in the fridge

Tiny:

Giant:

Tiny:

Giant: what?

Tiny: you THINK I could open the FRIDGE?!

Tiny: ...what are you doing?

Giant, curled up in bed: I'm dying, leave me alone

Tiny: ...you LITERALLY only have a common cold, you drama queen

Giant: what's 12+34?

Tiny: are you SERIOUSLY using me as a pocket calculator for a question THAT simple?

Giant:

Tiny: ...46

Interviewer: why should we hire you?

Tiny, giving advice from the giant's pocket: endurance and confidence

Giant: insurance and the cornfield's dense

Tiny: *facepalms*

Giant: I'm not that forgetful and pay TONS of attention to little details

Tiny: then tell me, what's my eye color?

Giant: ...what?

Tiny: what's my eye color?

Giant: ... blue?

Tiny: yes, it's blue

Giant, sighing in relief: yeah, I knew that

Tiny: it's GREEN! We've been living together for two years now and you don't know my eye color is GREEN?!

Oh, how great it is that I have two OCs which are exactly just THAT relationship.

Would be a shame. If I never posted about them.

Found some art from a couple years ago! This is future Daren and future Apricot-

They weren’t as fleshed our back then but I had some fun with a sizeshifter jumping into a fish tank and feeling very dumb when he has to be fished out-

I love their dynamic I can’t wait to share it with you all-