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Title: Editing
Author: Evandar (yamievandar / hikarievandar)
Rating: T
Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club
Warnings: Crack, beta reader!Mori
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make any profit.
Summary: Mori gives Renge a helpful writing tip.
Notes: This was written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
seventen, who originally wanted a Mori/Haruhi romance, but who swapped it for a Fic with Mori saying "throbbing love-lance" after a long, long conversation about bad Fandom smut.
“Throbbing love-lance.”
The words were quiet, if said with an amused and slightly incredulous tone, but despite their low volume they managed to stop all sound and activity in the third music room. Kyoya stopped scribbling away in his notebook; Hunny stopped eating his cake; the twins stooped taunting Tamaki by flirting with Haruhi; Tamaki stopped his anti-twin tirade; Nekozawa poked his head round the door leading to the Black Magic Club and they all turned slowly to stare at Mori in shock.
Mori was leaning over the back of Renge’s chair. The red-haired girl had, like Kyoya, been writing in a notebook – hers a flowery purple contrast to his nondescript black – but now she sat frozen in place, a blush staining her cheeks. Mori, on the other hand, was completely deadpan, not looking in the slightest bit bothered by what he had just said or by what he was reading over Renge’s shoulder.
“Somehow,” he continued. “I don’t think Kyoya would say that to Tamaki in the ‘heat of the moment’. You might want to consider rewording it.”
Author: Evandar (yamievandar / hikarievandar)
Rating: T
Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club
Warnings: Crack, beta reader!Mori
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make any profit.
Summary: Mori gives Renge a helpful writing tip.
Notes: This was written for
seventen, who originally wanted a Mori/Haruhi romance, but who swapped it for a Fic with Mori saying "throbbing love-lance" after a long, long conversation about bad Fandom smut.“Throbbing love-lance.”
The words were quiet, if said with an amused and slightly incredulous tone, but despite their low volume they managed to stop all sound and activity in the third music room. Kyoya stopped scribbling away in his notebook; Hunny stopped eating his cake; the twins stooped taunting Tamaki by flirting with Haruhi; Tamaki stopped his anti-twin tirade; Nekozawa poked his head round the door leading to the Black Magic Club and they all turned slowly to stare at Mori in shock.
Mori was leaning over the back of Renge’s chair. The red-haired girl had, like Kyoya, been writing in a notebook – hers a flowery purple contrast to his nondescript black – but now she sat frozen in place, a blush staining her cheeks. Mori, on the other hand, was completely deadpan, not looking in the slightest bit bothered by what he had just said or by what he was reading over Renge’s shoulder.
“Somehow,” he continued. “I don’t think Kyoya would say that to Tamaki in the ‘heat of the moment’. You might want to consider rewording it.”
