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Hayato Gokudera x Female!OC: White Day Chocolates
Summary: Gokudera can learn to endure anything given the right motivation.
Rating/Warnings: T (Post-Canon; high school!Gokudera; foul language; White Day; chocolates; dinner date request; Namimori Middle School; Namimori Middle Disciplinary Committee)
Relationships: Gokudera/F!OC; F!OC & F!OC; Hibari & F!OC; referenced Tsuna/Kyoko
Tag List: @imaginesfire
Notes: This is a very humble, very fluffy one shot written for my most long-time Internet friend, Selina. We've been buddies since something like 2006, and while our interests vary, we've both recently returned to our love of Reborn, and thus resurrected our old OCs. She draws sketches of my main OC, Daisuke Fukuda, regularly, so I wanted to return the favor and write her a quick one shot to celebrate her main OC, Lin-Mei.
Just a few quick notes to make here without going into lengthy descriptions of Lin-Mei's character:
1. There's is no actual love triangle involving her, Gokudera, and Hibari. Although there are some storylines we follow where she ends up with Hibari instead, in the Gokudera "route," if you will, he's just paranoid about Hibari because he doesn't like him, and Hibari is a smug asshole who won't go out of his way to assure Gokudera that he isn't interested in "stealing" Lin-Mei from him.
2. While Lin-Mei is slightly younger than the main cast, there's not a huge age gap here. My head canon is that Hibari is old enough to be in high school during the main plot of Reborn!, so it stands to reason that Lin-Mei stays a little longer after she takes over the Disciplinary Committee as well.
3. If it matters at all to you, Lin-Mei's flame attribute is lightning. She's more affiliated with the Cavallone than with the Vongola (having been under Dino's care for several years), but she actually belongs to a specific Chinese assassin family and works for hire.
White Day Chocolates
Hayato Gokudera never had enjoyed his walks to Namimori Middle School. What a shitty trek to what was inevitably wasted time learning from teachers that didn't know what they were doing—or have any idea the massive disservice their dumbass lectures did to the great man within their midst! And there were so many obstacles to get to that waste of time, too. If it wasn't Haru cropping up to annoy everyone, it was that stupid cow causing problems. If it wasn't that stupid cow causing problems, it was Yamamoto breathing in the Tenth's general direction. If it wasn't Yamamoto breathing in the Tenth's general direction, it was group after group of girls who couldn't seem to stop giggling whenever they caught sight of Hayato. And while the first three issues weren't cropping up that afternoon, the last aggravation seemed worse than ever before.
"What are they teaching these idiots these days?" he grumbled as the latest bunch all elbowed each other at his approach. When one dared to meet his eyes, he finally snapped, "Don't you have more important things to do?"
His anger only caused them to titter more. Gritting his teeth, Hayato stalked off on his way. Clearly, there was no getting through to girls like that. Even Haru hadn't learned her lesson yet, and now he and she shared the same homeroom!
Soon the tall, faded school building rose above him. Even more girls in navy sweaters walked past him as he neared the gate, but they didn't stop to giggle. These girls were in more of a rush, and the air of nervousness about them was almost palpable. None of them so much as glanced at Hayato when he came to stop to look up at the clock. The positions of its hands told him he'd made it right on time.
He hadn't been back to Namimori in a long time. Why would he bother? Hayato was in high school now. The responsibilities placed on the Vongola Family grew every day, thus the responsibilities placed on the Tenth's right-hand man grew every day as well. Only people with nothing better to do would bother coming to their middle school just to loiter around the place and reminisce about where they had met their friends, held so-called sumo tournaments, and nearly died countless times. But the one person he could think of like that didn't seem to be around right then.
"Hayato! This is a surprise."
A cheerful, girlish voice in his ear made him jump. He turned to level a glare at whoever dared to giggle at his shock—but the girl standing next to him didn't giggle. She simply hid a smile behind her sleeve before clapping both her hands behind her back.
"Sorry," said Lin-Mei. "I just didn't expect to see you here."
The minute Hayato spotted her, the urge to scream had left him. In fact, he couldn't find his voice at all. His stomach felt a little like it did whenever he spotted his sister sans mask, only more pleasant somehow—probably because he could actually appreciate the way Lin-Mei looked. She'd pulled her brown hair up into a sweeping ponytail, and her spotless uniform differed from the rest of the girls' solely by the vivid crimson band pinned to her upper arm. She had earned that armband, too, so Hayato felt more pleased than irritated to see it, despite his distaste for the person that had worn it before her.
Lin-Mei's smile faded a little as she cocked her head to one side. "Hayato?"
"Hey, jackass. She wants to know you're doing here. Besides trespassing, that is."
Much to his chagrin, Hayato started again. He hadn't bothered to pay attention to Lin-Mei's companion, a tall woman with bleached blonde hair and thin eyebrows that looked even older than he was. Probably he'd met this Disciplinary Committee member before; they were always trailing after their leader, after all. But he'd be damned if he went to the trouble of remembering her name now.
"If you don't have a good reason to be here, screw off," the woman went on.
"I—I have a good reason," Hayato managed to blurt out.
"Do you? Then why don't you cough it up?"
"Because it's none of your goddamn business!"
"Any business taking place on Namimori Middle School grounds is the business of the Disciplinary Committee."
"Arisa."
Lin-Mei didn't raise her voice. Hell, she didn't even change her tone. With a single word and a motion of her hand, she shut her second-in-command's mouth. Arisa sent Hayato a look of purest venom, but marched away in silence, He hoped she'd been sentenced to patrol one of the less pleasant corners of the schoolyard—perhaps Ryohei's old haunt. Chances were slim they'd gotten all the sweat stink out of there yet.
"Hayato."
This time, Lin-Mei grasped his wrist as she spoke. This time, he didn't jump. He just looked into her deep brown eyes—and felt vaguely, again, like he was going to throw up in some unimaginably satisfying way.
"What's the matter?" she asked as she released him. "Do you have a message for me from the Tenth?"
"Well —"
"You know we'll do whatever he needs, me and the girls."
"Right. But —"
"I don't have to tell them who the order comes from if that's what you're worried about. I'll be discrete."
"I didn't come on behalf of the Tenth!"
Why the hell did that take so much effort to spit out? Hayato wasn't a coward, and Lin-Mei absolutely was not his sister or anything like her. He ought to have been able to come in, say what he had to say, and move on. If Yamamoto asked him how things went later—and he certainly would just to spite Hayato—Hayato was not going to tell the Baseball Idiot that he'd chickened out.
"Okay," Lin-Mei said slowly. When he didn't launch at once into an explanation of why he'd come, then, she went on, "Then what gives? I will have to punish you for trespassing if you don't really have a good reason for being here."
Hibari would be pleased. Hayato knew she meant it when she said it, too. Before he could make an even bigger fool of himself then he already had, he screwed up his eyes and said:
"It's March 14th."
Of the whole host of reactions he had expected to result from this proclamation, last on the last was a blink and a curious, "What?"
"It's March 14th," he said again through gritted teeth. "Valentine’s Day was a month ago."
"And?"
The most infuriating thing about this conversation was that Lin-Mei wasn't attempting to raise his blood pressure. She obviously did not understand what Hayato was trying to say. And since he'd come this far, he didn't want to walk away now.
"And I came by...to bring you...some chocolates."
With this last ludicrous confession out of the way, he produced the box he'd been carrying around in his school bag. Lin-Mei's eyes went wide. She gazed at Hayato with open astonishment.
"But Hayato, I didn't give you any chocolates for Valentine's Day."
"I know!" He shoved some hair from his face, hardly noticing when Lin-Mei lifted the box lid to examine the chocolates inside. "I just walked in on the Tenth making some for Kyoko last night, and Reborn was there, and he kept going on and on about the importance of White Day, and how Hibari would understand it, and if the whole chocolate-giving thing worked for the Tenth, it would definitely work for Hibari, and...and...I don't know! I just panicked!"
Lin-Mei swallowed a mouthful of chocolate before stating, "Hibari hasn't given me any White Day chocolate."
"He-he hasn't?"
"No." She pulled the box from his grip and took a bite of another piece of chocolate. "But did you really think a package of store-bought candy would have put you over the top if he had?"
"As though I could cook anything without Bianchi getting into it when she found out who I was making it for," Hayato muttered. Lin-Mei stare made him squirm. How could she just stand there mowing through the chocolates without saying anything? Before she could polish the whole damn thing off and be on her way, he took a deep breath and barreled forward: "That's why there's a part two."
"Part two?"
"Ye-Yeah. I also wanted to know if you'd...if you'd come to dinner with me tonight."
Lin-Mei said nothing. He fixed his eyes on his shoes and did not look up. The minutes crawled passed with nothing to break them up except for her continued chewing. At last, he could take it no longer. He risked glancing upward to see her reaction. Was she gawking at him, shocked that someone like Hayato would do something like ask her out? Was she bright red with embarrassment because he'd confused her signals? No. She really was just steadily eating her way through the box, though she paused long enough to ask:
"Can we talk about the latest post on Mysterious Universe over dinner?"
He could hardly believe his luck, or the fact that her question made him grin fit to put Yamamoto's usual expression to shame. "Of course!"
"It's a date!" Lin-Mei shoved the remains of her gift back into his hands. "But we'll have to go later. I already promised Arisa that we'd go over some budgetary concerns after patrol this afternoon."
Well, that sucked some of the buoyancy out of his grin. But he didn't dare try to talk her out of her Disciplinary Committee duties. He knew from experience that would only end badly for him. "Am I allowed to wait here?" he asked. Facing Yamamoto or the Tenth after this would be a nightmare. Better to put that off as long as possible.
Maybe she understood that, because Lin-Mei appeared to consider his request for a moment. Then she said, "Only if you promise not to smoke on school grounds."
It was the same tone she'd used on Arisa earlier. And just as Arisa knew better than to argue, so did he. "Fine."
Her final smile caused the butterflies from earlier to surge back into his stomach. Hayato thought the sensation couldn't get worse until she leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. Before he could recover—hell, before he could even string two coherent thoughts together—Lin-Mei turned on her heel, looked at him over her shoulder, and fluttered her fingers in his direction.
"See you later, Hayato. Happy White Day!"
She was gone in a flash, leaving Hayato standing at the school gate and holding a half-empty box of chocolates, probably looking like the biggest moron in the world (and given his competition solely in the Vongola Family, that was saying something). A few straggling students leaving their approved after-school clubs laughed as they walked by him. He found he didn't care. As he settled against a wall to wait for Lin-Mei to return, he thought to himself that he would endure every agony of walking to Namimori every day, giggling girls and all, if it meant getting to see her smile...and to pull the rug out from underneath Hibari's feet.
#fan fic#straw writes#katekyo hitman reborn#original character#khr oc#khr original character#gokudera hayato#hayato gokudera#gokudera x oc#gokudera x original character#reborn#one shot#gift one shot
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HELLO HELLO I'M SO HAPPY TO SEE THE KHR REBLOGS ;-; Cries of the Heart was my first fic from you and I love Ketsui so much, she deserves the world TT im so excited for your rewrites!!!!
if possible, and it's okay if it'd be a spoiler and you can't, could we maybe please see a little bit of what TYL!Ketsui/Yoru's dynamic would be with Tsuna and his guardians? Pls and thank you!!!
HELLO HELLO ANON, I'M JUST HAPPY PEOPLE ARE STILL READING THIS ONE :') I know it's an older one and KHR doesn't get as much love as it used too, but it'll always be one of my favs. All my mafia addictions and gangster movie crazes were all because of Reborn <3
I can't do too much because I'll leave it for when we finally get to the Ten Year Later/Future arc... but I can definitely give you a bit of TYL!Ketsui with the TYL!Cast ;)
These observations will be made through the curious eyes of the Vongola's newest secretary, Bella
A rather polite, sweet young woman who likes life simple, or as simple as it can be when your own family has ties to the mafia, she decided to take this job at the recommendation of one of her friends who works as a contracted accountant for the Vongola, hinting she might be able to scout for potential partners amidst the Vongola's eligible bachelors and bachelorettes
Gokudera
Bella fanned her warming cheeks with both her hands, sighing as she managed to slip out the back of the terrace doors to one of the mansion's massive gardens.
She'd known already ahead of time that parties hosted by the Famiglia would be grand. Experiencing the sheer grandness of it all first hand, however, wasn't as easy to prepare for.
And tonight was one of the biggest they could get—a founding day celebration for the Vongola Famiglia. Founding day celebrations were no joke, not in the slightest in the mafia world, Bella was well aware. Allied families and lone contracted hitmen alike had filled the massive halls of the Vongola Family mansion—one of their many scattered across the breath of Italy.
Bella knew ahead her new work would find her split between Japan and Italy since the Vongola Decimo had his headquarters in both countries, but all formal events would find them back in Italy where the Vongola was first birthed.
The little balls and galas playing at extravagance by the other families attempting to win alliances with the Vongola were nothing compared to this. Everywhere Bella looked had dripped decadence. The shining chandeliers, the vast, colorful arrays of food stretched across gilded tables, the marbled floors so polished she could see her own reflection—not to mention the people! More people than Bella had ever seen in her life. More mafiosos than Bella had ever seen. She knew now firsthand just why the name Vongola carried all the weight it did.
But... Bella pressed the back of her cool hands against her still warm cheeks. There was still a strange, sort of comforting sense of... homeliness that lined the faint edges of this grand celebration held by the Vongola Famiglia. Something more real compared to the rest, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
The garden's were just as big as Bella could have imagined. Lush green hedges walled off thick and bountiful bushes of flowers. Everything from roses to peonies lined walkways, smooth and clean of all weeds and trash alike. Bella marveled at it all, wondering if some of the flowers had even been imported from the Decimo's home country. The faint bubble and trickle of a fountain somewhere nearby brought Bella closer, escaping the loud and flooded chatter of people still inside the main ballroom.
She'd hear it from her friend later if she didn't go back soon. She was particularly insistent on making sure Bella could identify all the eligible bachelor's in the Vongola Famiglia and their more easy-on-the-eyes allies. Bella already knew the handsome and very single Cavallone Boss was a treat for the eyes at any party, or the smiling, charming laugh of the Decimo's Rain Guardian, one of his close friends from middle school.
They were all very nice to look at. All of the Decimo's guardians were strangely enough, very easy on the eyes. It was often one had a mafia family stacked with such lookers like this. But Bella didn't have the heart to tell her friend she was still a professional after all, and professionals did not get involved with their employers like that.
Well, Bella hummed to herself, following the sound of the fountain. A secretary and one of the Guardians... that couldn't be too bad, could it?
A muffled sound was started to pick up over the rush of water. Louder the closer she got—was someone arguing?
"How could you even think about leaving early? Do you know how it would even start to look for him?"
"...I think you're exaggerating. No one would bother if I left a little early."
"We represent the Boss! Of course people would notice!"
"I never said I was going to leave... I just wanted a bit of fresh air."
Bella blinked, peeking a bit more quietly around one of the hedges to where the garden opened up to the massive fountain. A fight? I hope it isn't a couple's—
Bella stopped dead, eyes growing round in surprise.
The smokey hair was unmistakable. His pressed black suit hid the peek of bright, roguish red around the collar of his neck. Broad shoulders and a deeply masculine frame. A large, glittering red stone ring adorned one of his long, calloused fingers and—
Bella hid deeper behind the bush, flushing in embarrassment. The Storm Guardian, Gokudera Hayato! He was one of the one's she was often warned about during her work training. Known wonderfully for his deep loyalty the the Tenth, and known even more for his short temper and rough demeanor to anyone who stood in the Tenth's way. Bella had heard he was notorious for getting into fights with some of the other Guardians, apparently always butting heads with one of the female ones... not the Mist... who was it again?
But despite his rough and gruff demeanor, Bella always did notice he was one of the firsts to always have his paperwork done. He made it his work to solve whatever issues he could before the reached the Tenth's desk or unless the Vongola Decimo wished to be involved firsthand himself.
Vongola Decimo's right hand man.
And in front of him is... Bella squinted, making out long, beautifully toned and tanned legs—oh, she must work out a lot, her legs are gorgeous—peeking through the deep slit of a sleek black dress, black as the night. Gokudera moved a bit to the side, saying something else as his hand moved with more emphasis. Long black hair was swept over her shoulder and down her back, curling a bit at the ends like a child had wrapped the ends of the strands around their fingers. Bella's eyes went curiously round.
Ketsui Usagidoshi. Bella blinked a few more times. She's also one of the Guardians... I don't remember which one... Some people call her the Vongola's Black Rabbit.
"I just wanted to hear Tsuna's speech," Ketsui's face looked calm, relaxed almost compared to the taut and rough tone from Gokudera. In one hand she swirled a glass around and Bella instantly recognized the color for the citron wine. Sweet and refreshing. She'd had a few glasses herself. "That's all we really cared about anyway."
Bella had heard whispers of the female Guardian, a range of different things that always left her rather mysterious. Hearing her speak now—her voice was sort of soft, smooth and quiet. It tickled Bella's ears like a whisper.
"It doesn't matter, stupid woman," Gokudera said roughly. Bella flinched. They're fighting, aren't they? Oh, no, that could be dangerous. "We need to keep up appearances for our guests. There's too many people here for any slacking."
"...Kyouya isn't playing nice though." Bella almost laughed. Ketsui's voice was quiet, but the monotone was betrayed by the hint of petulance. Sort of childish, she realized. It was a bit endearing to see from the beautiful and quiet woman.
"Hibari's never held to the same standards. That bastard is doing the bare minimum by not beating up half the people here to death."
"Well," Ketsui said quietly. "That doesn't seem very fair."
The Storm Guardian let out an aggravated sigh. Bella started to worry she was about to see a fight break out between the short-tempered right hand man and the dark horse of the Vongola Famiglia—but to her surprise, Ketsui shifted a bit to the side along the fountain's seat.
Gokudera sat down beside her, slumping with an even deeper sigh as he rested his hands on his knees. Ketsui have one of them a small, friendly pat, taking a quiet sip of her drink.
Bella blinked.
"Damn Hibari," Gokudera said. He held out his hand and Ketsui silently placed her half-finished glass into it. Gokudera threw his head back and cleaned the glass in one swing. "Him and his crowding. He just uses it as an excuse so he doesn't have to deal with all this bullshit."
Gokudera set the glass down beside him, scowling even deeper as he loosened his tie a bit, undoing the first few buttons of his dark red dress shirt as well. "That shit was sweet. What the hell were you drinking?"
"I don't know," Ketsui said calmly. "I picked it because it smelled like citrus."
She absently glanced to her empty glass, leaning back onto her hands. "I did want to finish it, you know."
"I'll get you another," Gokudera shuffled around for something in his suit pocket. "How many have you had, anyway?"
Bella could see now that Gokudera wasn't blocking, the full view of the dark-haired woman. Her black dress was almost a bit plain compared a handful of the other women here, pulling out all the stops before their fellow mafiosos—but something about the simpleness of her attire, from her dark, quiet eyes, to the whispers of curls against the ends of her hair... Bella found herself staring at the female Guardian even more.
Ketsui sighed a little through her nose, a soft sound that didn't sound very exasperated at all. Maybe amused. "My first." She tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear. Bella noticed now two funny strands sticking out at the top of her head in a little X sort of shape. Bed head? "The Violeta Boss. He insisted I drink with him."
Gokudera snapped a cigarette in half, growling a bit under his breath as he tucked it into his pocket and reached for another. "That slimy piece of shit? I thought we told you not to talk to him."
"I thought you said we have to keep up appearances," Ketsui said quietly. Bella almost snorted. She couldn't tell if the monotone was a tease or truth.
Gokudera scowled, placing the cigarette between his teeth. "Not for pieces of trash like him. Pezzo di merda."
The Storm Guardian took out a silver lighter, striking it over and over again with more anger each spin. "If I had to count how many times he keeps calling asking for the Tenth to deploy you or that woman, I'd blow up my own head."
Bella knew exactly who they were talking about. The Violeta's Ninth Boss was a sad excuse of a man and a boss, only involved with the Vongola through the old ties of his father and the Ninth Vongola, it seemed. He was a scoundrel through and through that left behind strings of broken hearts and ruined women. Bad in bed and in the head, Bella's friend liked to say. He liked to think his good looks and status could get him anything, and it seemed his latest victims were the Vongola Decimo's female Guardians.
"Chrome's lucky," Ketsui said absently. Bella watched, blinking repeatedly in surprise as she took Gokudera's lighter from his hand. Bella watched in even wider surprise when Gokudera let her, remaining silent with the cigarette between his lips. "Mukuro scared him off."
Ketsui gently cupped one hand around the lighter, shielding it from the wind. Gokudera turned his face toward her, shifting his body as well. A bit of smoky gray mingled against pitch black locks, and Bella watched with round eyes as the Storm Guardian leaned over Ketsui, eyes lowered as she struck his lighter.
A soft flame flickered out from Ketsui's cupped palm and like that the two pulled apart, still sitting closer than they were before as Gokudera turned his head away and exhaled to the side. Smoke trailed up into the night air.
Oh. Bella thought curiously. Maybe they get along... better than I thought?
Ketsui absently pulled a cigarette free from Gokuedera's box. He watched her in silence, jade eyes half-lidded, exhaling another cloud of smoke into the air as she moved it around her fingers, contemplating before she put it to her lips as well. She reached for Gokudera's lighter.
"Maybe I should let him possess my body too," Ketsui mused quietly. Bella blinked. Possess? What does she mean by— She struck the lighter, eyelashes lowered. "...then he just might—"
Bella clapped her hands over her mouth to stop from gasping.
Gokudera grasped Ketsui by her chin, turning her head a bit rough and a bit soft toward him. Gokudera leaned down, pressing the burning end of his cigarette against Ketsui's unlit one. He kept his fingers on her chin, holding her there.
Gokudera exhaled. A cloud of smoke trailed against their faces, dangerously close to reach other. The burning end of his cigarette burned brighter, catching against Ketsui's and lighting the end.
Ketsui's face was unreadable, quiet and unbothered. There was just a faint, faint twinkle of amusement in her eyes. A hidden little star. Gokudera said nothing, pulling away and leaning back again onto one of his palms as he exhaled another deep cloud up into the air.
"Don't even dare," Gokudera said.
Ketsui inhaled, taking a soft drag of the cigarette before she exhaled a smaller cloud Gokudera's way. The ashy color dispersed into the smoky ends of his hair and he looked over at her with narrowed eyes.
Burning embers from the end of his cigarette fell to the floor between them.
"Bitter," Ketsui said quietly. She stubbed the cigarette out against the fountain concrete. Gokudera wordlessly held out his palm. Ketsui blew on the cigarette butt a few times and dropped it into his hand. He trashed it in his pocket with the other snapped one to throw away later. "Your other brand smelled nicer."
"Shut up, coniglia."
"That isn't really an insult," Ketsui smoothed out her dress, standing up. She grabbed the empty glass and Gokudera took another long drag of the cigarette, savoring it for a moment before he stood up beside her. A whole head and some taller. "Goku-dog."
Gokudera placed one large hand against her waist, half-guiding her as the two of them made their way out of the garden.
"I should drop these into his drink."
"He's a weird one," Ketsui warned. "He might like it knowing I used it."
"Disgusting pig."
"I thought we weren't supposed to cause any trouble for Tsuna?"
"He'd give the order."
"No," Ketsui protested quietly. "Not that kind of order, at least." A bit more thoughtfully she added, "I think he'd think Mukuro was a good idea too."
Gokudera said something in response that didn't sound very nice, their words disappearing as they walked too far out of Bella's hearing range.
The newly minted secretary remained silent, hands still clasped over her mouth to keep any noises from slipping out. She waited a second, then a second longer, before slowly lowering her hands down to her lap.
Bella's cheeks were flushed a bright red, head spinning in disbelief after witnessing the Storm Guardian doing something so—so—so—
She quickly fanned her cheeks harder. She had to keep this to herself. She had no idea Vongola Decimo's Guardians had such a relationship. Who would have known!
Bella couldn't help the small pout over her lips, slumping deeper into the bushes.
And here she'd just started to think the mysterious Black Rabbit of the Vongola was just her type...
-I'll do the rest, heheh
#it's just WOW didn't expect it to be that long#missed writing for them#blame it on bella exposition#khr#khr fanfiction#ketsui#ketsui usagidoshi#cries of the heart echoes of the night#echoes#gokudera hayato#gokudera x oc#tsunayoshi sawada#yamato takeshi#hibari kyoya#mukuro rokudo#khr oc
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poison the tea then burn it (or curse it instead)
[2] First Meeting
Reborn: Ciaossu!
Ria: *looks up and down.*
Ria: Marry me.
Takeshi: *blinks.*
Hayato: What the fuc—
Tsuna: Fuck you Reborn.
MASTERLIST
#p3tbiocii#khr x oc#khr fanfic#katekyou hitman reborn#katekyo hitman reborn#khr#khr reborn#yamamoto takeshi#gokudera hayato#sawada tsunayoshi#tsuna is so done
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Rule explanation- Shipping!
.Whiskey.
Before anything else I want to address something that has been brought up a few times now.
I am not single ship. I am multi verse, multi ship and I do not have exclusives or mains. If you see a ship more active on the dash it's because that mun has sent me a lot (5986 and Saboyuki for example).
The only time I go an exclusive route is if it's cannon x OC because that would mean someone stole that person's OC if there were another of that muse.
I also take multiples of the same character for shipping. Gokudera could have 10 Harus and interact differently with each. Law could have 10 Sabos and 15 Namis and interact differently with each.
I do however restrict on shipping my younger muses. (Kurosaki Yuzu, Kurosaki Karin, etc) and I will not ship abuser x victim (Ash and Golzine for example) or incest including found family bonds ( Bianchi x Hayato, Shamal x Hayato, etc)
Exclusive ships I do have are like AshYuki, and so on because Miyuki and Mira are my friend's OCs and if I had a dupe of it then that means someone stole her character or there's another muse by the name of Mira or whoever and in which case I would rename the ship.
That explanation aside, coffee refill then getting to the inbox.
Inbox: 22
Drafts: 20
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6. is there any other muse in this fandom you’d like to RP? (from the munday asks meme)
UKIGUMOS - »❝浮雲❞« Munday Asks.
This comes as no surprise but probably mister Yamamoto Takeshi. Rewatching KHR and sifting through the manga has made me appreciate his nuances 1000 x more than I did as a wee kid.
A friend of mine that is watching KHR for the first time has fallen into 5927 hell (she loves Gokudera) so I'll hopefully be picking up Tsuna some time too. Which will be wild because most of the muses I gravitate towards are quite... Aloof, standoffish, grumpy, etc.
Otherwise, I am cooking up an OC to ship with Xanxus, so there might be a day where I write Xanxus ww.
#whiskeysmulti#『»❝浮雲❞« askbox#『»❝浮雲❞« ooc / meluna#『» tbh I probably need to pick up muses that aren't suffering crippling CPTSD «#『» it gets dark up there (the brain) «
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Hey everyone! I do see all the wonderful requests in the inbox and know a lot of them have been waiting for a long, long time. I see them and do plan on working on them. I'm just getting back into the swing of writing by doing some prompts so I'll be throwing general fandom prompts, headcanon prompts, reaction prompts, and some smut prompts up for all my fandoms over the next week or two and then will focus on the requests when I feel I'm sufficiently back into the swing of things and will give everyone the best answers I possibly can. So first up for batches of shit I wrote that weren't requests are general fandom prompts. The first one I'll be throwing up will be for my longest running fandom, Katekyo Hitman Reborn, based on this prompt!
Send me an X and 5 OC’s and I’ll tell you who would be…
The Survivor – Tsuna because of main character syndrome. Tsuna is a final girl, let’s all be real here.
The Culprit – Oh, there’s so, so many great villains that could fit in here but I do believe it would be Xanxus. Kawahira is a great chessmaster, Mukuro has his charming sociopathy, Verde would wipe out everyone for science, Byakuran has already tried to take over the world but in the end, I feel like none of them truly live up to the plain bloodthirst Xanxus has or the thrill of the kill he experiences. Xanxus kills because he enjoys it, like everyone else in the Varia and, unlike the rest of the Varia, has the brains and the charisma to be a horror movie culprit.
The First Victim – It’s Lambo. Half because he’s an idiot and half because child murder….damn, is that ever a real serious turn to a movie that would have started out light-hearted and slice of life-ish.
The One Who Almost Made It – Hibari. I have no idea how he would actually die because it almost seems unthinkable but somehow, despite you feeling for sure that it could never happen because it’s Hibari-sama, it did and it definitely is the death that would make the viewers the absolute angriest.
The Comic Relief – I don’t know why because there are so, so many great options here but I kind of feel like, despite Lambo being my first thought, it’s going to be Yamamoto, actually. Just because the obfuscating stupidity means that he’s going to be mostly all smiles and pretending it’s all a game and all things are cool and as an avid viewer of horror movies, I think that would crack me up and have me shaking my head and rooting for him.
The Genre Savvy – This would definitely be Gokudera. The boy has an almost obsessive love for horror movies. They are his shit. He’ll watch all of them, from slashers to psychological thrillers to horror comedies, though he does tend to enjoy horror movies with very supernatural elements the most. However, because he watches such a wide variety, he’s very well-versed in all the horror movie tropes and he’s definitely going to be outspoken trying to get them across to everyone.
The Pretty One – Kikyo. It’s Kikyo. I mean…have you seen the boy? He puts the work into looking that fabulous, even while getting chased around by a killer. If he’s going to be a corpse, you can bet your ass he’s going to be the best looking corpse!
#general post#fandom prompt#khr#katekyo hitman reborn#kikyo#kikyo khr#gokudera hayato#yamamoto takeshi#kyoya hibari#lambo#xanxus#sawada tsunayoshi
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Let's Play "Would You Ship This?" 5986, 2786, and G x Fiore?
Taken from meme: [x] ||Accepting|| @whiskeysmulti
5986
Yep! Absolutely! I mean, it definitely depends on the way the Gokudera is portrayed, but in general i'm very open to shipping the two together. I find their dynamic to be quite fun. They may bicker and fight, but they'd be one of the first to get mad if someone else is being mean to the other person. Like, you aren't allowed to call Gokudera a jerk? That's HER thing! Hah? Only one person is allowed to call her a stupid woman and you aren't him. It's just a very fun dynamic. The fact that the local bad boy fell in love with someone is just such a vibe.
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2786
Dear Diary,
Just kidding! You know, this made me realize i've been lying to people for years on accident. I've said for years 5986 was my first KHR ship but it wasn't. It was actually 2786 because I watched the anime first, and they had an agenda, as I've bitched to you about before. It was a super short-lived ship so I forget it ever happened. ANYWAYS!
I don't think it's a grand secret that I get super salty when I think about Haru's first love for multiple reasons- but IF Tsuna had actually paid attention to Haru? They'd make a nice pair. They could've made for a cute and wholesome pair that's supportive. Alas. What this truly means is: depending on how it's done, I am willing to 2786. I'm more partial if it's an AU ship because less work to be done lol.
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G x Fiore
Most definitely. Given how it's set up that they're similar to GokuHaru but also different, it's quite fun trying to imagine different things for them and to see where they differ. It's fun writing a Haru who isn't so chaotic with her energy, and also fun for me to continuously try to get G angry at something because he's so seemingly calm on the regular. Fiore is the insecure one in this pairing and it makes for an interesting change of dynamic.
I look forward to seeing more interactions between the two of them and to see the way that things build up for them to be a couple. The best part of it for me is that she's an OC so I'm so full of freedom. I love feeling free to just do whatever I want. Still, she has roots with Haru, and so she instantly has my heart already. I adore her too. G is very similar to Gokudera, so my heart is already sold on them as a couple kekek.
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✮ ━ top three favorite muses that you’ve played
ღ ━ favorite canon ships for your muse(s). are there any you dislike?
Answered from here [X] @squaletta
✮ ━ top three favorite muses that you’ve played
Probably Yamamoto, my Natsu, and one of my oc's Kattallia
ღ ━ favorite canon ships for your muse(s). are there any you dislike?
For Yamamoto I like him and Gokudera, and TYL Yamamoto and Squalo. I don't have any ships I really hate
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HELLO !!
welcome to sol's blog seeking roleplay ~
I'm 25F, and I tend to like ships of all kinds: canon x canon / oc x canon / oc x oc but i prefer oc x canon! My writing tends to be between 2 - 3 paragraphs, third person with some prose added in. I enjoy doubling up on roleplays, and I tend to easily pick up canon characters with good enough research. I also enjoy writing NSFW content, but it's not a requirement.
*** I really like older characters, so I tend to like to write against older men. If you are uncomfortable with consensual, adult age gaps over 10 yrs please don't worry about interacting.
MY FANDOMS / CHARACTERS I'D LIKE TO WRITE AGAINST
One Piece / Crocodile, Doflamingo, Crocodile, Buggy, Mihawk, Sakazuki, Borsalino, Isshou
Bleach / Sosuke Aizen, Kenpachi Zaraki, Shunsui Kyouroku, Ryuuken Ishida, Isshin Kurosaki
Fullmetal Alchemist / Van Hohenheim, King Bradley, Scar, Father, Alex Armstrong, Dr. Knox
Hellsing / Walter, Integra, Enrico, Makube, Anderson
Katekyou Hitman Reborn! / Xanxus, Squalo, TYL!Yamamoto, TYL!Gokudera
Pokemon / Giovanni, Archer, Proton, Petrel, Archie, Maxie, Rose, Clavell
Yakuza ( Like A Dragon ) / l(im a slut for so many im so sorry) Daisaku Kuze, Hiroki Awano, Keiji Shibusawa, Homare Nishitani, Tsukasa Sagawa, Masumi Arakawa, Masato Arakawa, Ichiban Kasuga, Daigo Dojima, Jo Sawashiro.
THE RULES
please do not rush for a reply. I work and go to school full time, I will definitely be a little slow but I will never make someone wait longer than 3 days for a reply!
Please do not judge. I do have somethings I enjoy doing ( darker content, but nothing involving any triggers you have! ) that may not be enjoyed by all. If we don't work out, we just don't and I won't force it.
Please be kind. We all have our preferences for things, please keep that in mind.
Please don't come in with harsh expectations. This is a hobby, my writing may not be the greatest, or the grammar isn't that great, just remind yourself this isn't a job.
I love making friends with my partners. I tend to keep partners for a LONG time, so I love making friends. I find it's easier to find a connection with each other muse wise as well!
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Miraggio, Chapter 2: (Un)dead Part 1
Notes: Chapter from the manga: 76-77, just in case you wanna revisit :)
I ended up dividing this 3k word chapter into two parts so the story flows better.
Also, maybe this part is a little bit confusing because it's staged in a illusion, so I've ended up by mixing some dialogue and narrator parts so it's not clear what is happening inside Celeste's head.
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Candles lightened around the place, a crowd dressed in black silently watching the ritual for the one they had lost. She looked down, weirdly enough her body felt smaller, though she knew it wasn’t. She felt the presence of all the people reunited in that white church, but she just knew none of them were there.
“I am the resurrection…”
It was a bit like an overly edited movie, parts of scenarios that she has seen before being embroidered together with faces, crying whispers, and Bible citations mixed with the smell of incense and something old.
“And has sent us to heal the brokenhearted…”
The priest’s voice was quite muffled like he was inside an aquarium. Well, Celeste never really gave much attention to these traditions.
Resurrection, how ironic .
-” Stay quiet during the mass, Cel, think of your poor father.”- She heard her mother’s silent voice, and felt a hand gently touch her shoulder. But looking up, as her body was smaller and vulnerable now, all she could see was a figure with no face.
As soon as the figure appeared, the crowd vanished into the church’s corridor like it was made of dust, leaving behind just a piano, and a tall grey-haired man. She never has seen an illusion do that, her body started to shake with the thought that maybe Mukuro wanted to play with new thematics just to make fun of her attempt to escape. For a while, a harmonic melody was played by the man who hummed along with the song, she could not see his face, he wore a school uniform. Now it was her turn to touch the stranger’s shoulder, she felt curious to know what Mukuro was preparing for her psychological horror journey.
-” You need to wake up…”- The man said, or did Celeste simply thought out loud? Strangely enough, he had a face. Green monolid eyes, and a serious expression forming on his lips.
His words made sense to her, well, yes, she needed to go back home, to her sister, her mother, and The Rosiello Family. Though her plan would only be possible under the wing of a prestigious family like the Vongola, that if Mukuro hadn't... Killed them already.
Celeste’s knees went to the wooden floor, shaking, her hands protecting her eyes as the illusion of the church was partially gone and somewhere else started to form around her. But she didn’t bother to look at it.
Is it really worth it to come back? And if Mukuro already won? Even if I wake up, maybe my only destiny will be becoming a toy, so he can hurt more people.
She squealed and cried under the thought of him using her to finish hurting her family, wasn’t everyone thinking she was either dead or disappeared enough? Everything Celeste wanted now was for Mukuro to finish with this already, it was so tiring, she hugged her knees feeling overwhelmed.
Maybe if I just lay here and wait for it to end…
She heard birds chirping, it was pleasantly warm, the smell of coffee mixed with cake. Celeste could recognize this everywhere: The expanse garden where she would meet with her mother or just to breathe a little and secretly have cake after training. She couldn't listen much of the conversation, though.
The scene kept playing in front of Celeste, it was weird to see herself from a year or so before, she missed these little moments by her mom’s side. Her younger self sighed deeply and crossed her arms pouting. Present-time Celeste gently put her hand in the tree’s trunk next to her, smiling sadly. After this short meeting with her Mom, she would go talk to her father about going to Japan. She deeply wished this never happened, the accident with Ferdinando.
While the scenario around her was still green and full of life, her memories would keep bringing her back to the day that she died. Ferdinando was her company, driving her from home to a small town. By the end of the day when they were going back home the cousin started to play his cards, he wanted to please his future boss, probably his brother Fredo. Until he lost control of the car, which ran crazily in an empty street until it hit a wall.
They both died from the impact, Mukuro told her, dressed in white as they were surrounded by a field full of flowers. But she was...A special one.
If she accepted Mukuro’s terms, she would be able to get out alive, and once she disappeared for a couple of months, she would be powerful enough to confront the family. He promised, holding her hands with a gentle smile.
Mukuro just forgot to say that “confront” meant getting rid of.
That damn bitch. I should have known.
It was too much of an easy way out, though. But if the terms were never accepted, she would be dead that very day. Afterward, the only thing Celeste can remember is to wake up in a hospital bed, having her wounds healed while meeting Mukuro in flesh for the first time. He had such a threatening aura, even when being gentle and offering her a place in the gang, Kokuyo. She would have to travel to Japan with them.
At first, the idea seemed off, a bunch of weirdos and psychos in costumes traveling to meet the new Vongola Boss.
-“Your family is too weak, and…”- Mukuro proudly grabbed her hand, showing for the first time the new power she had, the Snow Flames flickering in her fingers. - “ Celeste, do you want to come back now? I will help you to develop this special Flame but you must work for me...And we are going to kill the 10th Vongola Boss.”
Killing the boss of the most powerful family she ever heard of? For a long time, they were heroes and allies, until her Grandfather became Boss. Nonetheless, she agreed to work with them. Not being the most honored choice, but still, it seemed like agreeing was her only choice at the moment.
As they trained shortly before starting the mission, she found herself to be a useful tool for discovering information and sneaking into places. How would they get fake IDs, passports, and such for traveling? The stolen information, false documents, and a bit of illusion made the trick.
Though, her choice and loyalty deliberately got tested. Knowing a bit about the extensive organization of the Vongolas, Celeste thought that, well, if by chance she made contact with them maybe it would be a chance to be under their wing.
Gunshots.
Heard from somewhere, but at the same time, it felt like they were fired right in that hospital room, while she was talking to Mukuro and he kindly held her. A high pitched noise resonated in her ears, hands cupping them to muffle the sound and her brown eyes shut tight. Weirdly enough, it wasn’t that dark even with her eyes closed. A beaming light, but from where?
Suddenly, her wrist and face started to hurt again, it became harder to breathe as if she was underwater this entire time. Unfamiliar voices started to whisper in distress substituting that irritating noise from the shot. Looking around, vision still a bit blurry, she could see a skinny brown-haired boy and a child in a black tuxedo and hat.
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Hey KHR fandom, I know we are all buried 50 feet in a graveyard and limping underground, but boy, do I got something for you all—or not.
Fanlore and OCs that I researched my entire nights away and had been held hostage on ibisPaint X to draw them🏋🏻♀️ This shit is legit almost 20k words total, and I don’t know if that’s embarrassing or impressive. (Embarrassingly impressive?)
Should I have used the KHR fandom fanwiki? I tried. The HTML and templates SUCK and aren’t user-friendly like other fandom fanwikis (Naruto, for example). So that’s why AO3 pulled through again, as always.
(Please feel free to comment in the AO3 work if you have questions/comments! I’d be more than happy to answer and interact!)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/36608014/chapters/91309447
Tagging @what-the-fic-khr so you can see this mess, hello ✋🏻🤪
#katekyo hitman reborn#katekyou hitman reborn#khr#khr oc#katekyo hitman reborn oc#katekyou hitman reborn oc#original character#khr x oc#canon compliant#khr manga#khr anime#oc design#oc description#kyoya hibari#chrome dokuro#sawada tsunayoshi#hayato gokudera#yamamoto takeshi#khr byakuran#arcobaleno reborn#ryohei sasagawa#lambo bovino#haru miura#mukuro rokudo#daemon spade#khr giotto#vongola tenth generation#vongola first generation#vongola
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Finally done! I tried a different coloring technique than the previous one, this technique works better with the angle and everything. I was excited with this one but for some reason the end result did not live up to my expectations :(. Oh well.
Anyway, in my head, they are older in this moment. That’s why I added a teeny tiny detail in Gokudera’s look. Also, their relationship is already established here so that’s why he looks all friendly and smiling hehe.
(Made with Procreate)
Disclaimer: Gokudera Hayato belongs to Akira Amano
#gokudera hayato#gokudera hayato x oc#katekyo hitman reborn#khr#anime#fanart#procreate#hayato gokudera#hayato gokudera x oc
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poison the tea then burn it (or curse it instead)
Preview/Summary
Chapters
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Extras ❗may or may not be included to the fanfic❗
just the khr cast ft. Ria being chaotic af with a bit of spoilers thrown around
[1] Ria's eyes
[2] First Meeting
[3] Whimpering
[4] Hibari clan
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Requests are open! | Tell me if you want to be tagged!
#p3tbiocii#khr x oc#khr fanfic#khr#katekyo hitman reborn#katekyou hitman reborn#khr reborn#sawada tsunayoshi#gokudera hayato#yamamoto takeshi#khr lal mirch#khr skull#khr colonnello#hibari kyoya
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Rules
1. Mun is 30+ so some mature themes may happen on this blog.
2. No godmodding/metagaming, be respectful, etc. I am not afraid to instantly block anyone who can’t show some basic respect.
3. I am highly selective and mutually exclusive, if we are not following each other, I will not interact. So please let me know if you’re following for a sideblog so I know we are mutuals then.
4. Please notify me of your triggers and blocked tags so I can tag appropriately. That said my own triggers are incest, rape, pedophilia, and sexual abuse in general. I will amend this list as other triggers come to light. That said, I do have muses who have SA and CSA as triggers in their info, it is only past mentions of it happening though, my own trigger with SA comes in with images and explicitly detailed writing. Interact with Ash Lynx and Shorter Wong with caution if CSA is a trigger, I write them both as survivors of it. I also black list the tag #one piece, please tag your content be it rp or art, I want nothing to do with this fandom and don't want it on my dash. While I have it in my DNI I understand some fandomless OCs and multi blogs rp in it still, I need you guys to tag your verses and content for it please.
5. I am a multi muse, please specify the muse you want to answer said ask when sending one, the only exception to this is OOC/Mun games, I will answer those as myself. Also if you’re a multi or sideblog please let me know the url/muse the ask is from when sending. I am also multiverse, multi ship, as well as duplicate friendly. Each ship is in it’s own verse, I do have mains and exclusives though. I am okay with some pre-established stuff as far as platonic goes, friends and familial bonds. All I ask is you just run it by me first to make sure it works with my headcanons, romantic ships though, I prefer chemistry.
6. You are always welcome to turn answered asks into a thread, all I ask is that if you move it to a new post, please @ me because I use thread tracker, I also track my replies by the number of drafts I have. That way by @'ing me, I can throw it into my drafts as soon as I see it and then work on the reply when I have time. I use the thread tracker to keep track of my RPs and x-kit to trim them. Thread tracker tracks the thread by the post number from my own blog. Do not move the post every reply. If from an ask, I will allow you to move it once to a clean post and then I will reblog and track from there.
7. I am not an aesthetics source or RP resource and memes blog, please reblog from the source when possible.
8. Do not reblog in character threads you are not involved in. They are not fanfics, they are for my RP partner/s only. Personals please do not interact on them. Anything tagged #ic is off limits.
9. While I do not fully diverge, my portrayals are headcanon heavy. Keep this in mind when interacting with my muses. As some things may be applicable to them that are not discussed in the canon verses.
10. I will not interact if I find your blog to be utilizing A.I. or reposting stolen/uncredited art.
11. DNI: One Piece, Fullmetal Alchemist/Brotherhood blogs.
12. My timezone is US EST/GMT-5 (New York Time), so if you can't reach me at a certain hour, I am probably asleep or having connection issues with net and data.
This list will be amended as I see fit and is subject to change the longer I write on here.
Muse List:
Banana Fish:
Griffin Callenrese
Ash Lynx
Shorter Wong
Bleach:
Neliel Tu Odelshwank
Tier Harribel
Lilynette Gingerbuck
Nanao Ise
Karin Kurosaki
Yuzu Kurosaki
Naruto:
Shikamaru Nara
Minato Naimkaze
Temari
Hinata Hyuuga
Sakura Haruno
Itachi Uchiha
Konan
Katekyo Hitman Reborn:
Hayato Gokudera
Shoichi Irie
Mukuro Rokudo
Dino Cavallone
Cozarto Simon
Enma Cozzato
G.
Uri (humanized version of the Storm Box Animal)
Nightmare Before Christmas:
Jack Skellington
Sally Skellington
Child's Play Universe:
Charles Lee Ray (Chucky)
Saw Universe:
John Kramer (Jigsaw)
Amnesia:
Shin
Trigger warnings associated with each muse can be found here. Character list with info links to wiki pages on each is found here.
Hidden/request only muse list can be found here.
Mains and exclusives list can be found here.
Please read these links before interacting!
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Just wanted to make a fake manga lmao
#khr#katekyo hitman reborn#reborn!#oc#khr oc#gokudera hayato#kinoshita yuri#tyl gokudera#manga#oc x canon#self insert#yeah it is SI oc what u gonna do
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