Kemuri Fujioka, Haruhi's older brother, isn't a normal 16-year old. He spends some of his days being Kuma Arita, a famous influencer. One day he decides he wants to go to Ouran Academy with his younger sister instead of continuing online school. Will he be able to keep his identity secret? ☁☂☁ Hands down, probably one of the cheesiest things I've ever written. I hate it. Another Ouran fanfic. Kaoru Hitachiin x OC

Nishiki Timori, idol in disguise, is the newest student in the prestigious Ouran academy, a private school for teens of rich heritage. When he gets in on a music scholarship, he'll need to find a way to hide his secrets. And his friends.

A young boy born in a rich family was sent to Ouran High School to start his new life. Unknown to his family, he was in the closet... When he happens to get the Host Club In his life, they wont get out. He just wants to be a normal kid. But, when the Host club sees him talking to animals, and getting an answer!?...then it becomes almost impossible.

Ouran High School Host Club's 1st Teacher Host?! Akira Hanji is a new teacher just hired for Ouran Academy. He is practically emotionless, and does not open up to people or show emotions easily. But what happens when he meets the famed Ouran Host Club? And what if....this teacher has to join as a host himself?

Life is like a cave. Every sound echo's. Every movement shakes. Every image remains. Hibiki, a new transfer, has to toughen up and join the host club, or have the cave collapse in on itself. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 'Running. That's all I can do. To help the little ones. I care for them and only them. Must keep running. For them.'

Please don't read this. It's bad. Really bad but people want to I guess. I don't know why I still have it up tho 😙✌️

Alpha's depicted as- dominate, and strict. Omega's, supposed to be the complete opposite- soft, and caring. Ouran High was the place to go if you were a wolf. Especially a rich one. When Takashi Morinozuka has to find an Omega, only one stuck in his mind. One very special omega. A transfer student from America caught the eye of the forever silent giant of the Host club. Aaron Adler Aaron by no means was special, but he was one of the very few male omega's living, most die at birth. Though that also meant he was in danger most of the time, considering the risks of having an omega male in a household. Alpha males treasured omega males like a child with candy since they were so rare, normally omega males wouldn't have a forever mate since alpha's used them as a 'hook-up' for a night. Aaron refused to even have an alpha lay their hands on him.

Cover by siimplyisaac Words. Everyone takes them for granted, using them non-stop, screaming them, laughing them, blurting them. But what about when they're dying? Are they strong enough to scream out their last words? To laugh out their final sentence? To blurt out the last thing people will remember of them? Your dying words mean everything. It's what people remember you saying last and it shouldn't be something stupid which if you get used to saying stupid things, I believe you won't have any control of what you say when you die. So words are valuable, and I, James Hunter, won't waste them. Of course I'll speak when it's important but I don't think I'll speak for anything other than that. But I'm dying and I don't want to be, but the choice isn't mine to make. My body- my heart has made up its mind, I'm going to die, I just have to accepting it. And if I'm going to die, I want to be remembered, I want them to visible see my face, feel my touch and hear my voice from my final hours of living. I want my family to know everything I've been holding in and I want my friends to remember me as strong. So what I'm going to die? Everyone does at one point. I'll just die sooner than expected and medication won't do anything to stop it, only postpone it and I don't want it postponed, when I'm ready... I'm ready and I want my heart to be on the same page as I am.

[I just heard a really good song and I now have the motivation to rewrite this song] ((OHSHC Fanfiction)) ((Boy X Boy)) His medals gleamed on his uniform as he stood rigid in front of the chairman of a prestigious Japanese school called Ouran Elite Private Academy. "Do you understand your mission?" His lips turned up into a small smirk. "Yes, sir." "Good. Do we need to go over anything else?" His eyes sparked and burned. "No, sir." "Good." His presence screamed protection and warmth. "Don't worry, Yuzuru Suoh. I will protect your son and his friends with my life." "I'm glad to hear so." I don't own OHSHC all rights go to the owners. Except my oc of course.

Ever felt a chill in the middle of a hot summer day? Ever heard you name called when there's nobody around? Well, those strange occurrences were most likely spirits who roam around everywhere. Amaya has the strange ability to see these said ghosts, and because of it, she's always been labeled as an outcast. When she transfers to Ouran her second year, she plans on keeping her ability a secret, but when she stumbles upon a group of men called the host club, her ability and past may be shown to light. **I do NOT own the cover art ***I also do NOT own OHSHC