#khr fanfic

[myrmyrtheorca]

Soooo, I'm actually super curious about your OC 👀👀 Can I maybe, possibly have a sneak peak of her? Pretty please 🥺🫣(no stress if you want it to be a surprise though☺️)

After almost a week since the question arose (for which I thank my dear mutual lixenn, because eeeeep I'm a coward and we wowuldn't be here without her), I can finally present to the fandom my first ever character sheet for Killer Whale's main protagonist!

Also, another character sheet will soon follow... stay tuned!

(disclaimer: english isn't my first language, so I apologize in advance for any errors.)

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Must be nice, having someone who will defend you at the cost of their life.

-Myr, Ch.6

Myriam “Myr” Cavalieri

Gender: Female

Pronouns: she/her

Age (at Ch.1): 20

Nationality: Italian

Height/Weight: approx. 167 cm/60 kg

Flame type: Pallid Flame (OC)

Affiliation: Cavalieri Family

Myriam has renounced her full name long ago, and decided to go by her nickname, Myr. She’s is the eldest daughter of the Cavalieri Family’s Nera Signora (their definition of “boss”). Despite being next in line for the title of Nera Signora, her birthrights have been erased: she was effectively disowned by her mother following a certain incident pertaining her little brother and now heir to the family, Tristam. For this reason, her training with the Pallid Flame was cut short at a young age (12), and all resources that were necessary for her development and well-being were dedicated to Tristam. Her mother (and boss) has ceased to acknowledge her in any way. So far, she was never allowed to leave her family’s territories…

It shouldn’t surprise you that she’s not the favorite sibling: Myr is everything a daughter of the Cavalieri shouldn’t be. She grew up in an environment which actively ignored and despised her, and so she became a passionate troublemaker in order to challenge the system that she was forced to participate in. With her fellow Cavalieri Members, she’s confident in herself and her abilities even if her training is incomplete, often showing herself as cocky and boastful to those who want to pick on her. She loves being the centre of all attention, even though she often is for the wrong reasons…

Once removed from the Cavalieri estate, or whenever she’s around her best friends Lidija and Anemone, her attitude becomes much more positive. Since the Cavalieri teach their daughters to be cunning and use allies to their advantage, Myr will instead strive to be loyal to those who are nice to her and will protect them, partly so that she can be a bit of a show off.

However, her mother’s treatment and the way Tristam has taken everything that was destined to be hers, even if she had never desired to become the Cavalieri’s leader, has left her scarred. She has yet to forgive everything that was done to her.

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I would be absolutely over the moon to answer any questions regarding my OCs, even before Killer Whale's release! Most of the stuff that was mentioned will be explained either through a post here or during the story (obviously).

Preliminary Info on Killer Whale: update post

My Ao3 account: myelltheorca

#khr #katekyo hitman reborn #reborn #khr fanfic #khr oc #oc #character sheet #khr killer whale

[cielo-rinato]

R27 Arco!27 Fanfiction Recommendations I

Hyahoo CieRi here!! here's the promised post for the R27 fics I've personally binged read 💪😤and some of them are finished, some are ongoing, and I am too lazy to provide my personal synopsis so imma provide screenshots instead from the authors themselves!

Also! Some stories have content warnings. I'll be sure to mention it (if I remember it but some things might slip but yeah, link is provided and y'all smart and capable so check the tags before reading!!🎉)

Anomalous Days by metamorcy

Noted: if that one r27 artwork I've made is not inspired by this, I'm definitely lying

So is this you wanna sleep with me thing or a Sky thing because really, you're not being very specific. by Foxtron

Notes: one of my most devastatingly faves of all time. Mostly R27 but this is also Arco27! Oh this is really full of tension, I read this like 5 times 😭 (I'm not obsessed)

Birthright by Morcai

Notes: Ao3 registered users only. A personal fave of mine because comfort characters mean shared trauma okay HAHA😭

⚠️ CONTENT WARNING FOR PTSD, VIOLENCE, DEPRESSION. Read the tags!!!

Relative Free Falling by ShamelessDilettante

Notes: Really fluffy time travel!

For This Life and the Next by soleiletpluie

Notes: R27 but also Arco!27. This is one of the most bittersweet time travel stories that I love so much aaaa

Bandaged Hand by Jorie2127 (Flight_orFight)

Notes: Arco!27 also!!! THE RARE VERDE!27 IT'S SO CUTE HUHUHUHU (but yeah basically Arco!27 and ofc Reborn likes his Sky all to himself, too bad for him lmao)

I'll continue this later on haha. I'm trying to find the old fics from the ancient archives ffdotnet that I have here haha. But man, I'll definitely make more recommendations for this ship/s. I love it so much!

#r27 #katekyo hitman reborn #arco27 #khr #reborn x tsuna #arcobaleno #arcobaleno x tsuna #khr fanfic #fanfic recommendation #r27 recommendation

[hopeswriting]

this is just a plot bunny that won’t leave me alone and i need it to, so here. enjoy. (@ishida-kun121 i’m basically thinking something like this) part 2

Tsuna is an average and unremarkable boy, that much he knows because it’s obvious everyone around him thinks so. They never say it out loud, not to his face, let alone to his dad’s or grandpa’s face. Not when he’s his dad’s cute Tuna-fishy and his grandpa’s spoiled grandson.

Tsuna’s slow, not learning things as quickly as they’d want him to, and not being as good at them as they’d want him to once he does manage to learn them. He’s clumsy, too unsteady and unreliable on his own two feet for sports, let alone fighting. He’s on the timid side, not scared of people but withdrawn around them, and not scared of speaking up either, but he doesn’t have a way with words, and doesn’t often manage to make himself heard.

Tsuna’s many things everyone would rather he was better at, if they wouldn’t rather he was something else entirely, and compared to his cousins? There’s simply no comparison to be had at all.

Tsuna isn’t stupid.

He’s slow at learning things, but he understands things like it’s second nature, has always had.

Tsuna doesn’t understand anything better and faster than he does people, and sometimes before they even understand themselves first.

He’s Sawada Tsunayoshi, and so his family is his mom and dad. But his dad is Vongola, making him Vongola too, and so his family’s also Vongola.

Vongola’s family, that’s true, yet it splits four ways, and the way his cousins sometimes look at each other doesn’t feel like family. Vongola splits Xanxus’ way too, splits Xanxus’ way the most, and the way his dad and grandpa sometimes look at him or glance at each other because of that doesn’t feel like family. Sometimes when they talk about who’ll do his grandpa’s job after him at dinner, the way his dad, grandpa and cousins glance at him, the way their eyes linger on him and the way it makes his mom tense doesn’t feel like family either.

Tsuna’s fine not being able to hold his own compared to his cousins, and doesn’t mind that not anyone thinks much of him. He doesn’t care to split Vongola a fifth way either, it’s even the last thing he wants, but even if he wanted to, because of his dad’s job he couldn’t do it anyway.

It’s something everyone else knows too, but Tsuna isn’t stupid.

His dad’s great-grandparent from long ago is Vongola’s first boss, and he’s his dad’s son. He looks exactly like the first boss too, and only when they tell him how he’s similar to him too in this way and that way, they seem happy with him being the way he is.

Another time they were happy with him was when he first activated his flames, and Tsuna didn’t like it, didn't like the look in their eyes. It didn’t last long because Tsuna doesn’t want to use his flames the way they want him to if at all possible, but he doesn’t like the way they sometimes can’t seem to help but reach out to his flames with theirs, or the way they sometimes seem reluctant to leave his company, their eyes lingering on him as they walk away.

Tsuna doesn’t like that when they’re talking about who’ll do his grandpa’s job after him, sometimes they look at him first.

So Tsuna doesn’t want to split Vongola a fifth way, but he needs to have people on his side too. It’s not that he thinks it’d happen on any of his cousins’ order should it happen, but it’d happen on their behalf, and he sees every day just how cold the eyes of the people around him can turn despite how warm they can be at other times. Tsuna just doesn’t want to end up “an unfortunate accident” or “a job gone wrong”.

More than that and before anything else… Tsuna wants a family of his own, and the kind Vongola can give him isn’t the kind he wants.

The rooms in the Vongola mansion are too big and always too empty, the eyes of the people around him never warm enough, and no one ever looks at him unless he makes them. Vongola treats him like family, has always treated him like family, and it’s not that he dislikes his grandpa or his cousins or the people they and his dad trust, but family still only means his mom to him, and his dad too if he wants.

It won’t be easy, convincing people to be on his side and finding a family of his own. He’s been born all but too late, and all the worthy people are already split between his cousins.

That’s fine. Most of them aren’t even worthy in the way Tsuna wants his people to be worthy anyway. And it will be easy.

Tsuna, despite how average and unremarkable he is, despite how lacking he is at so many things and in everyone’s eyes, has always had a good eye for people. Has always known whose people he wants to be friends with, wants to be close to and wants them to like him too.

And one thing Tsuna’s never failed at, one thing he’s always been good at, is making the people he likes and wants them to like him like him back.

*

Vongola’s known civil wars over inheritance matters over the course of its long history. It’s always a risk as soon as there’s more than one legitimate heir, though of course, only having the one legitimate heir comes with its own worries and risks of seeing the family meets its end.

There’s no such concerns about the inheritance from the Ninth Generation to the Tenth.

Vongola Nono’s three sons have been raised to take upon the mantle of their father ever since they were born, and they’ve grown up to each be able to be a respected, feared, powerful and capable Vongola Decimo in their own ways and in their own rights. There’s competition between them, of course, but Vongola Nono’s three sons have also been raised as brothers who've grown up to love each other, and they know where to draw the line.

The appearance of Vongola Nono’s fourth son doesn’t make the unanimity, to say the least. Yet the boy, a literal nobody from the slums who knew nothing and had nothing to his name except for his flames, grows up to be just as remarkable as his brothers, forcing their respect and recognition out of them. Grows up to be more remarkable than his brothers, some whisper as he grows up to force their loyalty out of them too, and though no one quite dares speaking out loud of how he also grows up to be the most favorite Vongola Decimo candidate, by no means it goes unnoticed.

There’s factions and scheming and many strings being pulled to support each one’s favored Vongola Decimo candidate and assure their ascension to the throne, but nothing coming close to a rift within the family. Vongola is sure to continue flourishing no matter the one who ends up ascending to the throne, and the ones not finding it satisfactory enough in and of itself are swiftly dealt with for the sake of the family.

The inheritance from the Ninth Generation to the Tenth will happen without a hitch and will be a joyful event for Vongola to celebrate, that much everyone knows without a shadow of a doubt.

*

There could be a fifth faction within Vongola, no one bothers to even whisper about it. A fifth heir who could claim a right to the throne too. One who would have that right too, of course, an heir who’d be just as legitimate in that right as the other ones, if not more so.

Yet he’s never part of the picture when such matters are talked about, and it’s not because he can’t actually ascend to the throne as the CEDEF’s boss’ son. Should it come to that for one reason or another, one way or another, it’s a rule they’d be able to break just as easily as they created it.

The boy’s simply… well, it’s not that there’s anything wrong with him. There isn’t, a late bloomer as he may be compared to other boys his age. He even shows potential at times that’d allow him to compare to his cousins if properly trained and nurtured, but shows much more often just in how many ways he’s ill-suited to take on such a heavy mantle.

The boy’s… too much of simply a boy, and there’s nothing wrong with that in civilians’ eyes. But in mafiosi’s, and mafiosi who’re looking for someone who’ll lead them and the family to greater heights still at that, he simply doesn’t have the shoulders for it, to the point it’d be laughable for anyone to claim otherwise.

Vongola splits fourth ways, and no one bothers looking any other way but towards the fourth people they chose to follow.

*

Here’s the thing though: little boys don’t stay little boys forever.

They grow up.

#katekyo hitman reborn #khr #khr fanfic #sawada tsunayoshi #wip khr #brt (aswoi) wip #hope's writing #mine

[writing-with-sophia]

hello!! how are you? hope you're doing well!! if requests are open, may i request a hibari headcanon? specifically a poetic s/o bombarding him with poems and affection on valentines day <33 (im a sucker for fluff xd)

Hibari Kyoya x Poetic S/O

Note: Hello anon! Thanks for requesting <3 Since you didn't specify the gender of the reader, I'll default to GN!reader.

It's been a long time since I watched Hitman Reborn, so if there are any mistakes please let me know!

Genre: fluff.

Hibari Kyoya x Poetic S/O

His first impression of you was that you were a loud and bold herbivore. You seemed unafraid of him, always appearing wherever he rested and bothering him with silly poems.

Yes, silly poems. He thinks they are like that.

Hibari doesn't care about poetry or literature, and he does not even know that today is Valentine's Day (to be honest, I'm afraid he doesn't know what Valentine's Day is).

So when you come to meet him and constantly bombard him with sweet and cheesy love poems, Hibari thinks you are trying to provoke him. And he will see it as a challenge.

At least until Kusakabe explains what Valentine's Day is to him.

"Love? Huh, how boring."

"But... Not bad."

Hibari was born into a traditional Japanese family and was educated in the best, including a taste for literature. He's just not interested in them, not ignorant of them.

Then, he forgives you, lets you go, and warns you not to bother him again.

After that day, you realized that Hibari seemed to pay more attention to you. Although you couldn't tell if that attention was good or bad, perhaps it will be a good start to your pursuit of him.

Good luck.

#creative writing #writing #writeblr #writerscommunity #writer things #anime headcanons #writers #writersociety #authors #hitman fanfiction #hitman reborn #khr x reader #hibari kyoya #khr hibari #khr fanfic #katekyo hitman reborn #one shot #poetic

[eversxamps]

I can feel my khr hyperfixation coming back and I wanna write somethin'

#khr #katekyo hitman reborn #katekyo hitman reborn! #khr fanfic

[ask-skull-and-muffin]

Goodnight Story #9

[Plain Text: "Goodnight Story #9" bigger and cursive /end pt]

Today was supposed to be a normal, peaceful day for Verde. Unfortunately, Skull, Reborn and Fon somehow ended up bored. So Verde has some slightly annoying company.

Skull is still inspecting Verde's forging oven, naively crawling halfway inside it, unnecessarily fascinated with the way it's set up. Of course Reborn pushes the door shut, making Skull squawk in surprise, before addressing Verde much too nonchalantly. "What are you drawing?"

Verde doesn't look up from his work, calmly continuing to sketch, even as Fon hovers over his shoulder, curiously watching him work. Verde just barely remembers Reborn likes to have his questions answered. "Schematics."

Fon hums inquisitively, shaking his head just a tiny bit. He would not be able to read half of the Italian Verde used in this schematic, so his confusion is understandable. "No... No that's a human arm."

Verde doesn't sigh, but he wants to. Fon is just curious and wants to learn, his lack of a formal education is not his fault. So Verde educates him, his tone gentle. "Prosthesis, Fon. I'm designing a prosthetic arm."

Fon hums softly again, leaning just a bit closer. Verde can feel the body-heat rolling off of him now. The awe in Fon's voice is entirely genuine. "That's pretty cool. It looks... So life-like."

Of course, such a comment draws Reborn near and that man knows no personal space. Verde just huffs when Reborn drapes his weight over his shoulder, snuggling close shamelessly and taking a look himself. The momentary pause that follows really says more than enough, but Reborn voices his opinion anyways. "Are you... Sketching from memory?"

Verde hums faintly in acknowledgement, adjusting himself under Reborn's weight and once again losing himself to focus just a little. After a minute, Fon's weight is a little added surprise, but Verde honestly doesn't mind. At least they're resting on both of his shoulders now and distributing their weight more evenly.

Skull speaks up then, no longer in the Forge, instead he's admiring Verde's indoor garden. He's gently cupped his hands around a still-green orange, fascinated and endeared. "I still can't believe you build all this yourself."

This, of course, meaning the highly sophisticated watering and lighting systems that support Verde's little garden. That was one of his first private projects Verde was able to fund. It's been years since then. "I can build anything. All I need are materials and time."

Of course, Reborn has to be a little shit, sounding entirely too amused as he reminds Verde. "And money."

Verde promptly shakes Reborn and Fon off of his shoulders, frowning to himself. That reminder was unhelpful and uncalled for. Verde quickly resolves to ignore them starting now-

But Reborn sighs, over-exaggerated and impatient. You can practically hear the eyeroll and Verde turns to him, the words to tell him off already on the tip of his tongue. But...

Reborn is holding an envelope, thick with whatever is inside it. He sounds smugly amused again. "Let me finish. You need money for your projects."

Reborn offers the envelope to Verde, something distinctly fond in the look in his eyes. Fon and Skull are nearby too, looking adorably excited now. Somehow Reborn still sounds like he's teasing him. "This is for you. Happy Valentine's, you nerd."

Verde blinks rapidly, briefly glancing toward his calender, before accepting the envelope, entirely suspiscious. Fon and Skull look almost too excited. From that alone, Verde can deduce that this present was probably some kind of group effort.

Verde picks the envelope open, raising his eyebrows in surprise when he unearths an actual stack of bills. By the looks of it alone, this is at least 30.000 Euro. This might just be enough to finish Verde's next 4 projects!

Verde looks at his idiots again, his chest oddly warm, even as his voice comes out unsure and stern. "Why?"

Skull speaks up this time, fidgeting his hands together, shifting around. He's blushing, the way he does when he thinks he's in trouble. "Actually... It was Viper's idea. Cause I kept going on about... Feeling bad for breaking your glass stuff..."

Oh, yes. Months ago, when Skull was in a particularly helpful mood, he'd dropped a whole box of glassware. Several beakers, numerous vials and even some syringes and droppers where lost. But nothing particularly important was broken. Verde had told him it was fine. He'd even outright forgiven him after Skull brought him some new glassware from who knows where.

So this is just silly-

Fon gently brushes his knuckles over Verde's cheeks, pulling him out of his thoughts entirely and giving him a very warm smile. "Skull and Viper came up with the idea because of that incident. But it's supposed to be a gift first and foremost."

Reborn is standing back a bit now, his arms loosely crossed, a subtle indication he is not entirely secure with the vulnerability he is about to present. Verde sometimes wonders if Reborn is aware of his own tells actually. "We know how much you love your projects."

Skull and Fon nod their agreement and Verde blinks down at the stack of cash again. He won't reject this, cause that would be quite idiotic, but... It feels wrong to accept this much without somehow returning the favor. So, after just a moment of thought, Verde offers the one thing he can give freely. ".... Thank you very much. May I hug you?"

Skull almost chirps like a bird, nodding enthusiastically and bouncing in place. He is in Verde's arms before Verde has even fully stood up out of his seat.

Fon chuckles at Skull's eagerness, but he too nods, flushing faintly. He moves more slowly, careful to control his strength when he cuddles into Verde's embrace next to Skull.

They are both so tiny in Verde's arms, their cheeks barely rest comfortably against his shoulders. Verde makes sure to give both of them a good squeeze, placing two tiny kisses on top of their hair, before looking at the last person that has earned a hug today.

Reborn is blushing surprisingly brightly, his arms crossed just a bit tighter and he'd averted his eyes for just a moment. Verde catches his eyes when he looks at them again. Verde wordlessly gestures that Reborn can absolutely join this hug, but Reborn hesitates.

So Verde gently pats Skull's back and presses light on Fon's shoulder, slowly breaking their embrace, so both of his arms are free to accommodate Reborn. He offers the hug again, silently. And the hesitation completely leaves Reborn.

Reborn is a bit taller than Fon and Skull. He can rest his chin on Verde's shoulder quite comfortably, but he also hugs like a vice. If Verde hadn't preemptively reinforced his skin with just a touch of lightning, he might've gotten a bruise from that tight squeeze.

Instead, Verde is perfectly content like this, cuddling Reborn closer for a moment, before moving to put a kiss on the man's head. That accursed fedora gets in his way though, which very briefly gives Reborn a case of the giggles. Then Reborn tips his hat back and goes up on his tiptoes, placing the gentlest of kisses on both of Verde's cheeks.

And just like that, Reborn breaks the hug and tugs his fedora back down again to cover his expression. He's blushing and smiling and immediately turns to leave the room, because that was probably more than enough vulnerability for him, for the rest of the month.

Verde will also feel very warm and loved for about a month at least. Especially since Fon and Skull overcome their shyness and bashfully request another hug.

And it's only been a few weeks at most since the last time Verde felt this Treasured and Beloved!

.... Verde knows he's earned this affection. They all did.

#katekyo hitman reborn #khr fanfic #muffin's goodnight stories #khr skull #khr reborn #khr fon #khr verde #Verde gets hugged #Valentine's day #Happy Healthy Arcos #Platonic or romantic #Either way #there is so much Love to be found here #Reblogging is very appreciated! :'D

[bloodyspade0000]

Title: Don't let me dream alone

Characters: Xanxus, Dino, Varia and Tsuna

Pairings: Dino x Xanxus & Tsuna x Xanxus. Other ships too 😉.

Link: Ao3

A bunch of Xanxus centric hurt/comfot oneshots and drabbles nobody asked for but needs. Basically soft Xanxus being in pain 👌✨️.

#xanxus #khr #katekyo hitman reborn #khr fanfic #xanxus khr #squalo x xanxus #dino x xanxus #xanxus x tsuna

[ethereal-kloud]

um hi i’m not dead

Someone stops.

And Kyōya breathes.

(or, Kyōya remembers a life of normalcy before all of this madness. He still wouldn’t change a thing.)

Hibari Kyōya is three years old. That is a fact.

(They were there, watched him take his first glimpse of the world, heard his sobbing, recorded his baby steps and recorded every monumental occasion they could have with their occupation.)

Hibari Kyōya is a genius. That is also a fact.

(Walking sooner, speaking sooner, awareness in his eyes, absorbing lessons with something unexplainable behind his gaze, something both sad and apathetic, something a child should not feel.)

Hibari Kyōya knows what death feels like.

(This is something he wishes was not a fact.

He knows that something is wrong with this place he is in. He knows that he doesn’t quite belong, even with the people who call themselves his family. He knows that he shouldn’t be like this but he can’t help it and he’s suffocating and—)

“Kyōya?” an unfamiliar voice calls. Kyōya hums in response.

He is fine.

(He’s not.)

—————

He remembers the instant when he had first opened his eyes.

A spike of anxiety and confusion, his skin crawling from the feelings of hands on him (offoffoff), irritation from the noise of the world. And then fuzzy, inconsistent blobs of color, even further blurred and splotchy with his tears (why was he crying?).

He tried to speak, to ask where he was and who they were, but all that came out were frustrated babbling sounds whose meaning was further muddled by the sound of his tears (why) and being unable to really catch his breath. He opened his mouth to scream, but something is pushed in and he can’t breathe and instincts take over when something sweet trickles down his throat. It’s pleasant— more so than the brightness of wherever he is now, but he doesn’t understand. It leaves, and the liquid drips down his chin, but his eyes grow heavy.

He scrambled to tell his mind to stay awake and conscious, a wave of drowsiness blanketing all of his previous rush of emotions, leaving only exhaustion in its wake.

‘Nothing makes sense,’ he struggled to think clearly, recognizing nothing. Only a comforting warm thrumming under his heart prevents him from trying to shout again, a film over what exactly he was doing before coming into awareness here dulling its importance to him at the moment.

(It’s clear that he has very different memories of this moment (of before) than the rest of them do. As cliche as it might sound, this changed both everything important and lost nothing at all of value, in regards to the future.)

And yet, with none of this knowledge just yet, Kyōya succumbs to the call of sleep.

#khr au #hibari kyoya #khr fanfic #i wanted to write more but that uhhh that might actually take me months #ty to the two people who (i think) wanted me to continue this #because i was actually just going to give up lmao #if those two people who reblogged and asked(?) for more see this: was i supposed to mention y'all bc uhhhh i didn't want to be annoying #but this was basically all for you lol #i might make more it just might not be in chronological order

[ner0w0w0]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Katekyou Hitman Reborn! Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Hibari Kyouya/Rokudou Mukuro Characters: Hibari Kyouya, Rokudou Mukuro, Gokudera Hayato, Yamamoto Takeshi, Sasagawa Ryouhei, Sawada Tsunayoshi Additional Tags: Attempt at Humor, Pets, No beta we die like daemon, mentions of mpreg Series: Part 2 of Hibari Kyouya's shenanigans Summary:

Just a normal day in the Vongola headquarters, where one speculation of pet owning snowballing into a prenancy announcement. Only this time there is no Reborn to master mind the whole debacle and no Fon to record it.

#khr #katekyo hitman reborn #hibari kyoya #rokudo mukuro #mukuhiba #6918 #the thought process of this fic is basically #gokudera is an overthinker who enjoy overthinking the smallest of thing #yamamoto doesn't think enough and instead creating a whole new shit for everyone else to overthinking about #ryohei is just there to stare blankly off the void questioning everything in his life to that point #and tsuna is just the perfect victim for hibari's occasional reborn-ness #KHR Fanfic #fanfic

[myrmyrtheorca]

🩷~ wip of my two little gems ~🩵

now who could that other pretty girl be? 👀 @einsatzzz might recognise her

#wip #khr #katekyo hitman reborn #khr fanfic #khr killer whale #khr oc #ninomiya kurumi #oc

[upsilambic]

@squalodinoappreciationsquad This is for you! I took your answer to number 57 - Who is the serious one when grocery shopping and who likes to toss random things into the cart? - and ran with it :)

(Some language warning because Squalo.)

Squalo frowned as the weight of the shopping basket on his arm increased dramatically. A quick glance in the basket and then up at his shopping companion turned that frown into a thin line of resignation.

"The hell is this, Cavallone?"

"It's a cantaloupe!"

"I know it's a cantaloupe! Why is it in the basket? It's not on the list."

"Smell it, Squalo," Dino beamed bright with earnest enthusiasm. He picked the fruit back out of the basket and inhaled deeply. "God, isn't that glorious!" Squalo dutifully smelled. Actually, he didn't have much choice in the matter as Dino had literally shoved the cantaloupe right up under his nose. To his eternal irritation, it did smell really good.

"...fucking transcendent. VOI, now get that out of my face!"

"I know! I think it must be perfectly ripe." Dino deftly ignored his partner's cranky-pants attitude and began tapping at the cantaloupe with his fingers. "I think they are supposed to make a certain sound when they are? Or maybe that's something else."

Squalo smirked and rapped a knuckle against Dino's forehead. "I think this one needed more time on the vine," he said dryly.

"So mean. Why do I put up with you?"

"Because I'm an amazing cook, and I was going to cook you dinner. But!" he interjected before Dino could say something sappy and sentimental. "The chances of that happening are rapidly approaching zero because we are clearly never getting out of here! Time is now melting together. I can't tell if we've been here three hours or three days!" They were so off schedule with Dino's constant wandering it wasn't even funny.

Dino couldn't help but laugh. "It's been 20 minutes." The laugh died a bit in his throat when Squalo shot him a glare. "Okay, more like 45. But you know, we really don't have a set timetable except for the one inside your head you are so determined to keep." Squalo looked ready to argue that point, but Dino bravely forged on. "You are right about one thing, though."

"I'm right about many things."

"You are amazing."

The compliment took Squalo by surprise and swept away a lot of his irritation. He blinked and sputtered something unintelligible before recovering himself. "I know. At least we can agree on that. Look, if you want the melon, fine. You're holding it though. I don't want it to crush what else we've got in the basket." On that note, Squalo lifted out a packet of cookies and raised an accusing eyebrow. "These are not-"

"-on the list. I know," Dino finished mildly. "They're lemon. They are your favorite," he wheedled. "I thought you might like them." They were indeed lemon and his favorite. Squalo heaved a theatrical sigh and put the cookies back in the basket. That was as close to a thank you Dino was going to get for being considerate.

"Where did you even pick these up?" Not to mention when. Squalo was annoyed with himself that he hadn't even noticed. Dino waved vaguely behind him.

"Oh, somewhere over there, I think." That earned him a flat look.

"It's like shopping with a toddler. I have to always keep an eye on you."

It was Dino's turn to shoot a knowing look. "Oh, I'm the toddler, Mr. Time is Melting Together?" If Dino was the toddler that needed constant supervision, Squalo was the over-tired one having a meltdown in aisle 3. Squalo scoffed and waved his free hand dismissively at that, but Dino could tell by the lack of arguing he had gotten his point across.

"I made that list for you so you could stay on track," reminded Squalo. "Do you even still have it?"

"Oh ye of little faith, of course I do." Dino patted down his jacket pockets, pulled out a receipt and quickly stuffed it away upon realizing what it was. He reached into a different pocket and pulled out the list, triumphant. "See?"

"If I had two free hands, I'd consider clapping. The point is that you are supposed use it."

"It's a very nice list. And I did start out using it." Dino paused and grinned sheepishly. "It's just that it's so easy to get distracted. There's so many interesting things. I don't know how you do it."

Squalo shook his head. This was shopping with Dino. This was just how it went. As exasperating as he could find it to be, he didn't exactly expect anything to change. "I take it back. You're not a toddler, you're a damn magpie." He grinned. "Unlike you, I know exactly what I want and how to get it. I'm not distracted by every bright and shiny thing that crosses my path."

"Really, though? You're telling me you never get caught up in distractions."

"Voi, that's what I'm saying!" Squalo's grin shifted into something more akin to a mild scowl. There was a pause as he quickly glanced around their immediate vicinity to make sure no one would notice before he bumped his shoulder against Dino's and muttered, "I've already got one distraction, idiot. I don't need any others."

Dino smiled warmly at that sign of affection. In Squalo-speak, that shoulder bump was tantamount to making-out in public. He leaned up against the display of oranges. "You know, speaking of distractions I..." but whatever he was about to say was lost in the moment. He was caught off guard by the sudden, stricken look on Squalo's face.

"Don't. Move, Cavallone." As realization began to dawn, Dino very slowly, very cautiously turned his head and look over his shoulder. They both watched in horror as a single orange jostled loose from the pyramid of fruit, tumbled to the ground, and came to rest at Squalo's feet. They held their breath. And waited.

After a few seconds, Dino exhaled and shifted. "Phew, haha. I think we're going to be -"

"Wait, Dino! NO!"

One orange soon became three which became the entire pyramid rapidly collapsing and cascading from the platform. Dino desperately tried to stem the tide with one hand as the other still held the cantaloupe all the while apologizing profusely to the store staff.

"Oh shi- I mean shoot. Gosh! Oh man. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. Here, let me. Maybe I can...Whoa!" His foot had slipped on one of the runaway oranges, and he was losing his balance.

Before Dino could topple into the stand of limes, Squalo caught him by the elbow and carefully moved him away from certain catastrophe. He looked at Dino and then gave a curt nod at the staff. "We'll be going now."

"Now?"

Squalo raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Unless you plan on taking out the rest of the produce department." Dino rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment.

"Oh, yeah. Uh, no. You're probably right. We should go," he said to the great relief of the store. Dino managed a few more apologies as Squalo led him away. "So, did we at least manage to get everything on the list?

"No," scoffed Squalo. "But we sure got a hell of a lot of other shit."

"Ahhh..."

"It's a damn good thing I'm creative," Squalo huffed. "I'll make it work, no thanks to you." The rebuke left no impression on Dino who smiled easily in response.

"Come on, you know you love me. I keep things interesting." That earned him indelicate snort from Squalo and a light punch in the arm.

"Don't let that get around."

#khr #katekyo hitman reborn #superbi squalo #dino cavallone #dxs #sxd #squalo #dino #khr fanfic

[hopeswriting]

set in the same verse as When does a Saint Become a Monster? as a sequel memories time-travel fix-it fic. i did a poll not too long about which pov i should go for and who should be the ones to keep their memories should i write such a fic, and @d-lissa proposed that everyone remembers except reborn from reborn's pov. if i ever actually commit to write this fic i don't think i'll actually go for this combination (sorry missi 💔), but i love it so much i just had to write something for it. so yeah, enjoy!

Nana Sawada's overjoyed at finding his flyer in her mailbox. She puts it safely in her pocket, and both she and him wait excitedly for Tsunayoshi to come back from school as she goes on about her day.

He comes back early, too early for him to not be skipping school again, but Nana waits for the school to call her before going to his room. Reborn follows after her, still concealing his presence, and swiftly slips inside Tsunayoshi's room unnoticed as soon as Nana cracks the door open.

"Don't barge into my room!" Tsunayoshi shouts, sitting from where he was lying on the floor, reading a manga.

"You can live your entire life bored like you are right now," Nana smoothly continues chiding him, "or live it happily. I want you to live feeling 'It's great to be alive!'."

Reborn listens with one ear as the conversation leads to Nana bringing him up, taking Tsunayoshi in. Of course, he's seen him before, has been watching him these past couple of weeks, but never from that close before.

Even from that close, not only there's nothing noteworthy about Tsunayoshi Sawada, but he's obviously lacking in many ways and to non-negligible extents too. He hasn't any potential to speak of either, not any Reborn has noticed yet anyway, but that's fine. Makes it even easier in a way, being free to build him from the ground up without any insufficient and inadequate preexisting foundations to get in his way.

Potential's never had anything to do with Reborn's flawless rate of success anyway, whether its presence or lack thereof. He got offered a job he decided to accept, and he doesn't plan to be anything less than perfect at it.

"I refuse to have a tutor, OK!" Tsunayoshi snaps at his mother again, now standing. "I'm not good at anything I do anyways!"

Reborn smirks. There goes his cue.

He comes out of his hiding spot, his suitcase in hand, standing in the middle of the room between Tsunayoshi and Nana. "Ciaossu," he greets them. "I arrived three hours early, but as a service, I'll evaluate you now."

Tsunayoshi goes stone-still, not even breathing anymore from the look of it. He doesn't dare to blink either, his eyes intent on him.

From the look in his eyes, he's as confused by his reaction as Reborn is. It isn't among the ones Reborn predicted from him.

"Hey... whose kid are you?" Nana asks, concern in her voice.

Reborn keeps his eyes on Tsunayoshi, watching him right back just as intently. "I'm Reborn," he starts slowly, boring his eyes into him, unwilling to miss even the slightest twitch of any of his muscles that might be a clue as to what he missed, "the home tutor."

Tsunayoshi gasps, something so soft Reborn doesn't even hear it, only sees his mouth part open. Something broken too from the way his chest rise and fall in a stutter.

His eyes go wide and become empty, looking at him but seeing right through him. Unseeing of everything in his sight altogether, yet looking at whatever his mind's showing him right now.

It's the same look that sometimes takes over Lal and Colonnello. The brief and merciful ones where they can remain frozen through it, their mind disconnecting from the present reality and trapping them in one of their own making.

But nothing about what he learned about Tsunayoshi hinted at this being something he goes through too, and he's learned everything there is to know about him. He thought he did. Did do so, because Reborn's nothing but thorough.

And what would have even triggered him? Him?

"Tsuna?" Nana calls out worriedly, stepping forwards.

It takes only a couple of seconds before Tsunayoshi snaps back to himself. Blinks back to himself, in fact, gasping, much louder and harsher than before, a desperate sound to it.

They catch each other's eye again, have never stopped looking at each other, but now Tsunayoshi sees him again too, a full-body flinch makes him stumble back.

He falls on his knees, whimpering, the tears in his eyes spilling out down his cheeks. He heaves, doubling over, but nothing comes out of his mouth as he slaps his hand against it. He lowers it to his chest, clutching at it and wrapping his other arm around his stomach tightly, as if… as if nursing a wound or trying to keep pain at bay, there’s no doubt about it.

He gasps for breath fast and hard, struggling to find it, and the strangled sobs he can't quite hold back only make it harder. Only make him curl over himself more as they tear through him, his hair falling in front of his eyes and hiding his face from sight.

"Tsuna!" Nana shouts, but Reborn stretches his arm to the side before she can rush to him.

"Wait."

"Don't."

Nana pauses, stunned at the order that echoes Reborn's own.

Reborn lets it hang in the air, deciding on what to make of it, the corners of his lips twitching up.

Tsunayoshi doesn't look any less... like he's unraveling than before, still gasping for breath and crying, yet there's no doubt he was the one to speak. There's no doubt it was an order too despite the tears strangled in his throat, as well as a warning.

If Reborn was a lesser man he'd second-guess himself about it, but he isn't.

A warning against what though? Speaking to his mother in that manner? Giving orders around like he owns the place? Meddling in a situation he has no business stepping in?

Reborn isn't so sure about the last one when he seems to be the cause of it to begin with.

Tsunayoshi blindly reaches out with a shaking hand. "Mom…" He sounds like the whine of a wounded animal, snapping Nana out of her stupor.

She's on her knees at his side in a blink, her hand in his, her other arm wrapped around him and holding him tight against her. "I'm here, Tsu-kun, I'm right here. What is it, what do you need? What can Mama help you with?"

Tsunayoshi holds onto her hand tightly like he has no intention of ever letting go of it again, his knuckles white and his nails digging into her skin. He doesn't answer her, but her soft voice and comforting words ease his breathing to a steady one and slow down the flow of his tears down his cheek.

He eventually straightens himself, catching his eye again. A long beat of silence passes as they look at each other.

Tsunayoshi's eyes gleam with tears again, but he doesn't let them fall. It looks like a struggle not to, the features of his face twisted in... not quite pain. And amidst the conflict on his face, there's warmth and fondness, happiness too, even, at his sight.

Maybe even..., but Reborn's too good to not second-guess himself on this one, instead reserving his judgment for later once he'd have had more time to observe.

Something that could be a smile curls up Tsunayoshi's lips. Something that would have been a smile too, perhaps, in different circumstances. "Reborn."

Reborn blinks slowly, can't help it.

It was strangely imploring, the sound of his name in his mouth. Yet at the same time, it was strangely accusing too.

In any case, he said it with recognition, with familiarity.

Did Iemitsu already speak to him about the mafia? No, there's not a chance he did.

Then, did someone manage to slip past Iemitsu's watch and bring the mafia to him before Reborn could? Unlikely, to say the least, yet…

"You know me?" Reborn asks.

Tsunayoshi laughs. It sounds pained, something a little more than a breath that leaves his throat raw in its wake, and he brings his hand to his mouth to cut it short. He squeezes his eyes shut, squeezing his mother's hand even tighter than before, and takes a slow and deep breath.

It seems to help him put himself back together. He stands, drying his eyes, Nana standing with him, and gently lets go of her hand, stepping away from her hold. He faces him, standing straight, shoulders squared but relaxed, looking at him straight in the eye.

Staring him down.

Reborn almost barks out a laugh, but restrains himself to a wide smirk that's all teeth.

Is he staring him down now? Staring him down? No-Good Tsuna?

Oh, how long has it been since Reborn felt so excitedly curious? He doesn't know what's going on, can't even begin to guess at it, but he has every intention to find out sooner than later.

Later though. For now, all he knows is that the boy in front of him looks nothing like the boy he watched these last couple of weeks, or the pitiful, weak and breaking down boy on his knees from only a couple of seconds ago.

All he knows is that a boy—a civilian stands in front of him like they're equals even as he clearly knows better than to be fooled by his appearance, a calm, confident resolve in his eyes and no hint of fear to be seen anywhere.

Reborn steps forwards. "Do you know me?" he asks lightly, easing up his smirk into a slight curl of his lips upwards and waiting to see if Tsunayoshi will see through his threat anyway.

He looks like he does, yet only a smile that doesn't reach his eyes graces his lips. "Reborn." His voice is soft, but cold. Full of recognition and familiarity still, but full of distance too in the way he doesn't let it shake him. "Leave. Or I'll make you."

#katekyo hitman reborn #khr #khr fanfic #khr reborn #sawada tsunayoshi #wip khr #wdasbam wip #hope's writing #mine

[lunacielooo]

poison the tea then burn it (or curse it instead) summary

Tsuna is so done with whatever Reborn decided to bring to his life (he's grateful for the people though and that's a universal fact.)

Atleast Ria-nee is there to make his favorite blend of tea (she refused to tell him the name and bets that he will never know unless she really decided to let him know, but it's fine).

One of the greatest mystery in his life is that he does not understand how she manages to make tea for him and to the others (she owns a tea shop by the way), when she hates it so much and likes to drink the darkest coffee blend he ever saw in his life (he looked in the web and visited coffee shops) and it's so fucking bitter.

Reborn decided to drink it one day, and Ria-nee whispered to him the next day with amusement how the hitman's left eyebrow twitched at the taste, probably in distaste at the unexplainable bitterness.

Tsuna does not know how the hell the spartan managed to hear it when they are several meters away, but he decided to throw his Ria-nee on his shoulder and ran for both of their lives once he heard a gun clicked.

She's a civilian Reborn for kami damn's sake!

grammar hates me forgive me

MASTERLIST

#p3tbiocii #tsuna is so done #and oh how wrong you are #oc lives with spite and coffee #khr x oc #khr fanfic #katekyo hitman reborn #khr #sawada tsunayoshi #khr reborn #khr arcobaleno #katekyou hitman reborn

[byakuwan]

Title: Obsessions Author: moth (byakuwan) Rating: M Pairing: Uni / OC Tags/Warnings: a lot of talk of suicide, implied/referenced sexual assault, OC really went through it Prompt: D2 / Thaw

Uni goes to college with Byakuran and Shoichi this time. Something horrible happens to an especially obnoxious classmate and she can't help but feel horrible for him too. No matter how much she tries to think of a way to help, she can't. (She still finds a way, but it's not something she would have thought of on her own.)

this is a mess i will try to remember to edit at some point.

(feel free to dislike this and/or the oc though. he's kinda annoying, among other things.)

#khrhanami2024 #khr #katekyo hitman reborn #khr oc #khr fanfic #i'm not even sure if *I* like this #i haven't read it again #i kinda just had to post it before it was too late

[ask-skull-and-muffin]

Goodnight Story #8

[plaint Text: "Goodnight Story #8" bigger and cursive /end pt]

Skull really likes hugging Reborn.

Yes, that sounds odd, there are many better people to hug. Kinder people... Softer people... Even people that like hugs as much as Skull does! But Reborn specifically.... Radiates warmth and comfort when he truly relaxes into a hug. And it's the most calming thing to Skull.

The only issue is.... Reborn doesn't seem to like hugs very much. He never initiates physical contact, he's stiff as a board whenever Skull does wrap his arms around him and he's always the first to pull out of any hug Skull manages to trap him into! Hell, sometimes Reborn even leaves the room as soon as he notices that Skull is in a huggy mood!

But.... Tonight is different. Very different.

Skull just got his Carcassa goons out of a difficult situation, when Reborn showed up out of nowhere and made himself into the biggest nuisance. So much so, Skull ended up trapped in his bedroom.

Reborn must've got kinda bad news about some private thing. He hunted down Skull's airship, broke into his bedroom, refused any offered coffee and has yet to let go of Skull's sleeve. And he's very purposefully keeping Skull from leaving the bed. It's very awkward.

Eventually, Skull gives up and stops trying to pull free, sitting down with a sharp huff and giving Reborn a throughly annoyed look. Reborn just blinks at him, seeming absurdly innocent. Skull's voice comes out more frustrated than he really feels. "What is it with you today??"

Reborn blinks at him, his posture relaxed, his expression calm. An odd twinkle in his eyes. And of course he is as cryptic as ever! "I heard the news and came here to celebrate. Obviously."

Skull claws his free hand into his pillow, frowning and pouting as hard as he can. Cause sometimes Reborn does soften on him when Skull gives him puppy eyes. That's not the case this time. Skull tries to shake Reborn's hand off of his sleeve again. It doesn't work. Why does Skull still sound frustrated-? "Celebrate what, hm."

Reborn sighs the faintest bit and Skull freezes up, feeling oddly chastized immediately. Reborn has way too many parent vibes sometimes... Right now, he somehow sounds a bit fond, as well as disappointed. "I'm here to congratulate you on your first successful solo mission, Lackey."

Skull frowns again, mentally going over the past few days, but he honetsly has no idea what Reborn is on about. So he's very honest, finally twisting his arm free and soothing his reddened wrist a little with his other hand. "What are you on about..?"

Reborn spreads his arms, gesturing vaguely. Now he sounds just the slightest bit puzzled himself. "Didn't you save some Carcassa subordinates from an enemy Mafia just yesterday?"

Skull blinks rapidly, very clearly remembering that, but.... That's not a mission, is it? Skull just did what anyone would've done! ...Right? He blinks at Reborn, feeling a little silly. "That wasn't a mission... Right?"

"That's not what I heard. " Reborn still has his arms spread, which is getting a little awkward, even if he looks perfectly comfortable, graceful and relaxed. Skull keeps blinking at him, obviously not seeing any implications.

So Reborn rolls his eyes, quirks a little smirk and grabs Skull's shirt. He just... pulls him against his chest, even as Skull flails a little in surprise. And Skull wraps his arms around him instinctively, blinking some more before the action registers as a hug and he finds some words. "A celebration hug...?"

Reborn nods above him, sighing faintly and pulling Skull close until they are hugging properly. Skull snuggles very close, very much touch starved and happy for any affection. And this time, Reborn doesn't break the hug! Which means...

Oh.

Reborn doesn't dislike hugs. He just views them as something that should be more meaningful...

That's so damn cute, what the hell...

[Muffin here! If you like my Goodnight Stories, pls give them a reblog! I want to reach more khr Fans and provide them with good sleeps and sweet dreams! :D]

#katekyo hitman reborn #khr fanfic #muffin's goodnight stories #khr skull #khr reborn #The silliest men #Reborn likes hugs #But he needs a good reason to initiate #Skull on the other hand would hug a cactus for no reason at all

[whiskeysmulti]

A Nerd But I Like It (5986)

Inspired by a conversation with @queenharumiura Fandom: KHR Pairing: 5986 (Hayato x Haru) Word Count: 385 Warnings: None Underneath the rough exterior, Gokudera was a nerd and tried to hide it. When asked his IQ he'd hide it. When reading, he'd do it in secrecy. Few knew he studied piano, and even less knew he had some of the best grades in his class. The guys would probably make fun of him for it, so he tried to hide it often. He didn't want to hear the sports nut on him for being intelligent, less people knew he wasn't always that rough delinquent that got in fights all the time the better. In fact his grades were probably what kept him from getting expelled.

He could just imagine the laughs he'd get if he told them he was smart or how many people would ask him to do their homework for him. A sharp glare and a growl and they usually went away. However he hadn't expected her to walk in and catch him reading. "H-haru! What are you doing here?" He would have closed the book and taken the glasses off if he had time. Both their faces were red as he realized she caught him and he couldn't lie to her now that he wasn't intelligent, that he wasn't a nerd beneath every other layer.

She'd just seen him with his glasses and nose deep in a book as he took notes like the good boy that was the exact opposite of what he tried to show her. "I'm sorry, Haru isn't interrupting you is she?" Those words alerted him to close the book. This wasn't her was it? "Haru, what's gotten into you?" Gokudera wasn't positive this was even the same girl right now. Usually they were fighting as soon as she walked in. Though they'd confessed their feelings, he wasn't sure what drew her to him so suddenly. Feeling the light weight of her body sinking down on his lap, he wrapped an arm around her as he watched her play with his tie. He went to remove the glasses until he heard her say "Leave them on. Haru likes them." And her lips found his. Wrapping his arms around her and kissing her deeply, Gokudera made a mental note to wear them around her more often. Because underneath that rough exterior, Gokudera was a nerd and Haru liked it.

#whiskey speaks; ooc #whiskey writes #fanfic #khr fanfic #5986 fanfic