Mori Stories

Your a cross dresser who got accepted in Ouran academy by a scholarship for music and academics. Your an orphan who lives alone and takes care of yourself. Your father left you when you were little, all you had was your mom. Your dream was to be able to play any instrument in the world and your mother helped pursue that dream she was your mentor for a while until she passed. Her death was the reason you stopped playing anything at all. When you entered the 'abandoned' music room to see if your able to play you run into the host club. One of the most unique part of the story is that no ones knows your actually girl yet not even Kyoya. Not until later, you'll see. This will probably a Host club x reader

I'm haruhi's sister, Aika, I am one year older and ever since our mother died it had been hard, but haruhi and me have been trying, especially for are dad. We both got into ouran highschool this year as I was going to try last year but didn't want to leave haruhi behind so I waited. I am a year ahead of her but I'm still glad we both got in on a free scholarships. I thought nothing interesting would happen. ...I thought wrong. And to think it started with the 3rd music room and a really tall guy Highest rank so far #1- #Fanfiction #3 - #anime #1 - #Mori #1- ohshc #1- haruhi. #2- kyoya

When Madeline's friends drag her into the Host Club's world, will she ever be able to go back to France?

Fujioka Hanabi, sister to Haruhi, meets the Host Club! There, she finds a kindred spirit in the form of the 'wild-type' host, Morinozuka Takashi. How will their love story unfold? This is a story with almost zero drama. It's a little boring in that sense, but I hope you enjoy it anyways! I don't own any characters or dialogue from Ouran High School Host Club! I don't own the cover image!

love [ləv]; Feel a deep romantic or sexual attachment to (someone). That is the definition of the word, but what comes with it, is so much more.

Yo. I'm Miku Fujioka. Me and my older sister, Haruhi, go to Ouran Academy. It's a rich kid school full of snobs and sissies la la's. Well, at least, that's what I first thought. There are a handful of good kids here, that we've gotten close to. They treat us like family, and when you've had a life like I've had, that's one of the best feelings in the world. Who knows, maybe a relationship will bloom.

Hi! Thank you for reading this story! This was suggested by @IdEkWhAtImDoInG-_- Description: Nagisa had managed to kill Koro-sensei. This has left all of class 3-E hearth broken. His uncle recently got a job at a school, so he decided to go there. Karma, not wanting anyone to steal Nagisa and not wanting to leave him, also went. They seem normal to all, but when they get to their houses, Karasuma will contact them with assassination missions. They were the duo known as "Fire" and "Ice". At Ouran, while Haruhi was being escorted by Tamaki(he was being 'Prince-like') they saw two new students. A boy with flaming red hair. He seemed nice but there was a glint in his eyes that made them rethink this. There was also a blue haired girl with pigtales. She seemed a bit sad, but also had a tiny glint. Nothing like the red heads though. When they sat in class, they saw they were in the same class. Haruhi could already tell what Tamaki was thinking. A new member and a new client.

"I'm blessed, " I sang as I sat in the padded white room, "please confess, I'm blessed!" "Mr. Fujioka, " I turned to see my doctor, who I called Doc, "Your father is here." [Don't own the picture. I just edited it] [I gave up on this, sorry <3]

You made the mistake of stepping through the beautiful doors that flowed with those alluring rose petals This story may contain violence, mature reading, and cursing I'm aware the picture is of koyoya but oh well. pics aren't mine See ya my lovelys~❤

|| TRIGGER WARNINGS: Abuse, rape, sexual assault/abuse, suicide, self harm, starvation, disordered eating, drugs, alcohol, delusions, hallucinations, dissociation, depersonalization, derealisation. || Dazai was never taught the things he needs to know, people never believed him to be capable of understanding, seeing him as nothing but a demon. He doesn't understand, doesn't try to. He just accepts what people see him as and lives how they want him to: locked away and starved of strength. But some people have use for such things as demons. Especially when the demon is just a hurt child.

Fortune bends in her presence, though never for her @nyx

but i can see us lost in the memory. ; chuuya nakahara x fem!oc !! spoilers from 'stormbringer' !! this book is a total mess rn cuz its a work in progress im sorry but i swear you'll have fun reading it impressive rankings ; #11 out of 9.09k stories, "bungostraydogs", #1 out of 787 stories, "nakahara", 18/03/26, #1 out of 733 stories, "elise", 17/03/26

Dad Mori and Son Dazai carry through their lives

Ouran High School Host Club belongs to Bisco Hatori.

Have you ever felt trapped behind glass? Like an exhibit in a museum of your own life, your brightest wings pinned to a photograph of your past. He was trapped. Like a butterfly in a jar, its desperate fluttering against the walls only amusing the one holding the lid. He was shattered, like crystal on a plate, and someone else's fork mercilessly pinned him in place, depriving him of any chance of escape. His world narrowed to a dark room, the floor littered with broken mirrors and withered wings, torn by hope. But even in the deepest darkness, a tiny light can be born. A single ray, like the ringing of a phone with a bunny charm or the reflection of an emerald stone in a tie. And he walked towards it. Step by step, breaking the invisible red threads that held him captive. Behind the next door, a world turned inside out awaited him. Bright, absurd, noisy. Here, sweets lay on the floor next to surgical scalpels, school notebooks peacefully coexisted with an elegant hat and a bottle of expensive wine. A white stuffed tiger and cow slept in the corner, and a long black coat, smelling of rain and mystery, hung on a coat rack. A katana, sharpened to a razor's edge, was there. And scattered everywhere were pages from the "ideals" notebook. Chaos, but with its own strange harmony. And the further he walked, the easier it became to breathe. Threads broke, the glass beneath his feet turned to petals, and dried butterflies on the walls came to life, rustling their wings in dust and light. He no longer walked-he ran. Toward the blinding radiance at the end of the path. Toward the door behind which voices resounded. Voices calling his name. Voices that had become familiar. This is a story of escape. Not from a prison with bars, but from oneself-from the captivity of pain, loneliness, and someone else's will. A journey from a broken plate to the warm light of home, from a dried-up insect in a collection to a person who has finally found wings to fly to where they are loved.

Matsuko Haninozuka was many things, a gamer, awkward, near sighted, sarcastic and most notable, the twin brother to Host Club member Mitsukuni Haninozuka, better known as Honey. After a long term struggle with being bullied, the Haninozuka family said enough was enough and pushed legal action on Matsuko's bullies. After being home schooled for nearly a decade, Matsuko must learn how to communicate with people his own age. The host club takes this opportunity to introduce a new host, the geeky awkward type, to better reach the attention of all female students. Can Matsuko learn how to interact and entice young female students when he would rather entertain a different group of students?

Sammie Grover, the new girl at Ouran Academy and the first foreign exchange student ever. What's the worse thing that could happen besides being forced to join the infamous Host Club with Haruhi? Chaos and fun, but under that happy smile is sadness and depression, what could a hyper active cinnamon roll like Sammie have to hide?

|𝗧𝘄𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗦𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗿 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘅| 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐨'𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧? 𝕋𝔻𝕃ℝ: 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍-𝚞𝚙 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛.

At eighteen, Chuuya Nakahara is feared as a Port Mafia executive-but one cruel remark exposes something she's never understood: intimacy. Ashamed yet curious, she turns to the only person she trusts enough to ask-Dazai Osamu. What begins as quiet explanations and shared curiosity slowly deepens into something neither planned. In a world ruled by violence, they discover closeness, trust, and a feeling far more dangerous than any enemy-love. Warning! ★Female Chuuya. ★Smut ★Mature ★18 years old ★Enjoy

Hatsuharu was the little adopted "brother" of Haruhi Fujioka and was always the little shadow. The pesky little boy nobody wanted. He was 5. Everything seemed to be normal , to the naked eye at least, until he vanished 2 years later and was completely forgotten. Like he was never alive to begin with.. But when a 13 year old boy comes knocking , wearing the Fujioka name like a glove, questions are asked and left somewhat... unanswered.... Not many people knew him, but what about his different personas.... ? B ( a/n 1st fan fiction EVER , so.... plz be sensitive)