Ouran High School Host Club - A Choice (Fem Reader)

Tamaki Suoh - My Princess

You glanced at each of them.

"I think I'll choose...you, Tamaki. I did come to see you, after all."

Tamaki grasped both your hands and grinned. "Of course it is, my princess!" He led you to his table. "And it is only natural you would want to be hosted by the king himself."

You sit down at the table across from him as the other women of Ouran start to file in. Four other women settle themselves beside Tamaki and yourself. They all greet him with a smile.

They're obviously his regulars. You should have thought he'd have regulars.

"Hello, ladies. It is my pleasure to be your host today. And my even greater pleasure to introduce you to my old friend, (Y/N)."

You smile and greet the other ladies.

"Wait!" One of them exclaims. "You knew Tamaki before he came to school here?"

"That's right," you reply. The four women immediately squeal and lean towards you.

"Do you have any stories?!" they all ask.

You glance at Tamaki. He nods slightly, taking a sip of his tea.

You turned back to the others. "Uh.....well, what do you want to know?"

They bombarded you with questions about his childhood, his hobbies, his natural hair color, and many other topics. You quickly became overwhelmed, but you fielded each question as best you could.

Tamaki watched you with interest. You were different now. You had grown up. Your (h/l) (h/c) framed your face well. Your laugh rang like music in his ears, and he knew he would still do anything to see that cute smile on your lips. But you were still the same person. The same one he'd first fallen in love with.

"He was the most adorable boy I've ever met," you told them as you took a sip of tea.

As you set down the cup, Tamaki took your hand in his.

"And she was the first girl I ever called a princess."

Your (e/c) eyes met his bluish-purple ones.

It was true. When he was thirteen, he'd uttered the nickname for the first time. You were embarrassed by it, but you came to like it after hearing him say it a few more times. A boy like Tamaki calling you a princess? Every time he said it, you almost believed it. Until he left you behind.

"Tamaki..."

"Even though I haven't seen you in years, you're still the woman most deserving of that nickname I've met."

The blond slowly stood up, coming to your side of the table. You stared at him as he leaned over to put you at an even eye level.

"My beautiful (Y/N)," he murmured, brushing a few strands of hair out of your face. You flushed at his touch. He leaned even closer until your noses were almost touching.

"When I left for Japan, I never thought I'd see you again. But now you're here, and...you're still the same princess I knew back then. Please, allow me a chance to be a prince. The prince you truly deserve."

"I would like that," you finally said. He quickly pulled you from your seat, embracing you tightly.

You suddenly heard dozens of squeals and realized that the other guests had been listening in on your conversation.

"Don't worry about them," Tamaki breathed in your ear. "You're my only princess now."

You squeezed him tighter. "And you're my prince."