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ladyhallen · 2 months

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A Lovely Morning

Harry had never given any thought to art.

She’d once or twice thought about the museum tours she’d had as a preschooler in the muggle world, and then the occasional painting she would pass with the thought of, “Wow, that’s really pretty.” She hadn’t thought about making art, with words or with images, until she saw Fon under the light of dawn.

Usually, she slept until Fon woke her with sweet kisses and coaxed her to sit down. He’d comb her hair and that, along with the gentle circles he’d press on her lower back, was enough to wake her up. It was more effective than coffee and a hell lot more effective than tea.

By some sorcery, she’d woken up a scant few minutes after Fon that day. He’d gone out to do his usual calisthenics, naked save for the pair of silk trousers and slipping on his cloth slippers. Harry had wanted to roll back to bed when she’d seen the absolute lack of sunlight, but something urged her to get up.

And by Merlin, was she glad she’d gotten up.

She hadn’t ever really thought of human bodies as beautiful. She could objectively say one person had nice arms or a pretty interesting eye color. But in a magical world where anything interesting was usually because they had an inhuman ancestor, she didn’t place much value in looks. She’d seen incredibly beautiful people and knew that the stories they had were more interesting than their faces.

While Fon’s face had drawn her in, she fell in love with his calm rationality and the way he could lay out an argument without shouting.

And while she and Fon had lain with each other for upwards to two months and she’d seen him naked in the hot springs more times than she can count, seeing him exercise was different.

There was an economy to his movements. It was clean and confident, nothing wasted as he moved his limbs and his body in twists and turns. Then he did a slow upward stroke that flexed his back muscles, making her tummy clench and Harry bit back a gasp. When he folded over, hugging his knees for five seconds, Harry clutched the doorway at the way it made his ass flex.

“Good morning, Harry,” he greeted her, flipping over on a handstand with his braided hair coiled around his neck. “This is a nice surprise.”

Morgana bless him and his intense focus. He didn’t notice that she was about to faint from her face going so red. Harry was so glad.

“Good morning,” she said, not at all strangled and sounding like a normal person. She checked for drool. “I have no idea what woke me.”

He then did a move that she knew, a downward dog that was just one hundred percent showing off right now. He wasn’t even sweating!

Harry wished, very fervently, that she knew how to write poetry. Or to draw. Poems should be written about the way the faintest light of dawn brushed across Fon’s muscles. Art should be drawn about that beautiful face closed in concentration, at the play of light and dark over his cheekbones. Instead, she was stuck admiring him with no way to immortalize the moment. Harry cursed her past self for thinking of art as boring.

Unwittingly, she whispered, “Full many a glorious morning have I seen,” A quiet whisper that should not be heard, except Fon had excellent hearing.

He fell out of his pose with a blush. “Harry!” he exclaimed, flustered.

This man. Harry had heard him say the dirtiest things. She’d shared a naked bath with him. She had done a lot of unspeakable things to him and with him. Fon was unfazed and coy, the teasing man.

But recite poetry and he blushed!

Harry had to laugh. “You should see dawn’s light touch you, Fon. It almost makes me jealous, the way it caresses you,” she mused, raking her eyes over his bare torso.

Fon rushed to kiss her, shutting her up.

But Harry realized, as she clutched at his shoulders when he carried her in his arms that yes, she can write poetry. It doesn’t have to be perfect, just heartfelt. Fon clearly appreciated it.

This was how sonnets were made, she mused, exchanging sweet kisses with him. Then he lay her down and Harry forgot to think of anything at all.

#fanfiction #harry potter #fon #female harry potter #genderbend #crossover #hpxkhr #katekyo hitman reborn #zombie apocalypse au #isekai #humor #romance

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rayshippouuchiha · 1 year

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Happy belated birthday! With all your recent posts you've reminded me of some great fics I've read that you might enjoy -

Soul Swap by DetectiveBiggs98 https://archiveofourown.org/works/18101606/chapters/42790688

Ichigo is reborn as Kakashi.

That sentence is enough for such crazy potential already. that'd be great enough as is, but it's early enough that Sakumo's there! so great content with them both. don't want to give too much away, definitely well worth the read.

Ear to the Wall by Vodkassassin https://archiveofourown.org/works/16685326/chapters/39129094

Kakashi wakes up back as a kid. he is Very Tired

the tag that first convinced me to read it is "orochimaru is long haired asian gordon ramsey". this has continued to deliver

delightful family (team 7, no sakumo sadly)fic that has Kakashi adding Orochimaru (and The Tea) to the mix. Tons of focus on the relationships themselves, not just time skips or a repeat of canon events. Kakashi's just kinda being there, passing out, getting closer to everyone/making alarming statements, and passing out again. good stuff

Riding with the winds by YepTheRebel https://archiveofourown.org/works/14501238/chapters/33499812

HPxKHR. A fantastic "harry is skull" fic. harry wakes up in a different dimension and proceeds to make some concerning decisions. really good and really unique. (don't want to give too much away and spoil it) I particularly enjoy his relationship/interactions with the other Arcobelano in this fic

baby steps by crossroadswrite https://archiveofourown.org/works/22337245

"in which baby Hitoshi gets sent on his first errand and successfully comes back not only with the groceries but also with a new friend!" almost can't stand how cute and sweet this is, absolutely darling

In Need of a Hero by LowlyWriter https://archiveofourown.org/works/39039564/chapters/97654566

you'll want to check out the tags as it deals with some heavy stuff, but I think it's wonderfully done and well handled

"After a very bad day at school, Izuku makes a split-second decision to take matters into his own hands while waiting for his train. He feels like he's stuck in a tunnel of intrusive thoughts where there seems to be no light at the end—

That is until he meets a strange man by the name of Aizawa Shota; a teacher who's like no other Izuku has ever met before. Caring and kind, someone who actually listens. Perhaps there is a light at the end of the tunnel after all?

Maybe not all Heroes need a license to be a Hero."

(same author as the Yuuei Survival Guide fic w/ Izuku & Oboro)

I'm not sure if you've already read or been recc'ed those, if not I hope they can be a good read!

hoping all the best for your mom's health and you all as you're going through it all <3

Oh thank you darling for all the wonderful recs!!

#RayRambles #Fic Rec #KHR #Bleach #Naruto #BnHA #MHA #Harry Potter

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hellopurpletiger · 6 years

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Sonorous

“Lots of people go through life with purposes like these, looking after children, being successful in their job, fulfilling ambition, meeting expectations. “ She said matter-of-factly, “No, what you’re struggling with is that you don’t have anything you want to do, not need to do, what you want to do.” She paused, mulling over her tea in silence. “Tell me, Harry, what do you like to do? As a hobby?”

“Defence.” He said, immediately.

“Is that because you want to? Or because you needed to?”

He hummed as he sipped his tea in thought. “…wanted to? Because I needed to?”

“You don’t sound very sure.”

..........

Or Harry has a "mid"-life crisis, banters with Andromeda, gets into all sorts of miscellaneous, international hijinks and somehow ends up meeting certain members of the Italian Mafia.

(chp 2 of ?, 13957 words and counting)

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ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12414216/chapters/28249944

ffn: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12725079/1/Sonorous

#harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #harry goes on a gap yaaaaarrr #is that a british thing to say it like that #all his pals are settling down and #harry's like im only twenty bitches #khr #hpxkhr #xover #travel fic #ramblebrambles

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fins-illusion · 2 years

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Connections: In a Bar ch. 13

Low and behold! Connections is updated and it hasn’t been a year!!!

(Yes, I know, I’m still working on the next bits of the Old Dust series, but I’ve got like 8 handwritten pages so far!!! Which is way more than I’ve had in forever!!!)

Summary: Little bit of attempted world building, little bit of dealing with some trauma, little bit of Sōon's identity being hinted at more, and a lot of Hibiki being Tired(tm).

FFN link

Ao3 link

#my fic #connections: in a bar update #connections: in a bar ch 13 #hpxkhr xover fic

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high-pot-in-noose · 5 years

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What are you writing lately?

While not staring blankly at the open document of Chapter 15 of Godling Ascending like I've never touched a keyboard before, I've been jotting down ideas and outlines of scenes for an HPxKHR crossover spin-off of GA, a time-travel fic with Master-of-Death!Harry and Hagrid as siblings, and a MCU fic with a Half-Jotunn Thor.

This is why I get nothing done.

#asks

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cywscross · 6 years

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Hi, I’m a fan of your works and I just found out that you deleted all of your works on fanfiction and we’re planning on moving them to archive of our own. My question is that do you also plan on moving raison d’etre (hpxkhr) there as well? I didn’t see it when I went on your page so I was just wondering. And even if you don’t plan on updating it would it be possible to still move the story there? I have enjoyed reading and re-reading it over and over again throughout the years and adore the fic.

I do plan on posting them on ao3. I was actually going to do it over winter hols but I was busier than I‘d be. I think I’ll have time to at least start posting it tomorrow, hopefully I’ll get the whole thing up all at once.

#Message

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bloodyredfox9 · 7 years

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Two Hibaris??

Disclaimer- I don’t own KHR nor HP.

His world was on the verge of being destroyed after the Muggles found out about magic and went on a killing spree. The stupid Ministry and its’ even more stupid Minister was more interested in keeping the ‘dark’ magic at bay that they kept themselves completely vulnerable to the Muggle World. It was chaotic.

A black haired boy in his late teens shook his head trying to remove the memories from his mind for the moment.

He wore a simple shirt and jeans and his Cloak around his neck. In his hand he carried the Elder wand as his holly one no longer worked powerful enough for him. The Resurrection stone which he had thrown in the forest during the war had somehow come on his dressing table that very night. Apparently the three were bound to him since he became the MoD.

His bright green eyes shined like the Avada Kedavra as he kept looking into the water in the Black Lake. Harry Potter. He had corrected his eyesight permanently when he came to know about the potions, it took away his disadvantage in a fight though.

Sighing, Harry looked around the creatures were killed, the castle ruined, he looked at the ring and frowned. His only option.

Turning the stone he called upon Death. Black mist started gathering into a figure.

“You called me Master?”

“Yes. You were telling me about different universes. Can I take that option now?”

Chuckling, the figure bend down and nuzzled into Harry’s neck, “Master, are you finally giving up on this world? You have memories here? You don’t want to fight them?”

Absentmindedly patting Death’s head Harry looked at the lake again, “That is one of the reason I want to get away from here. Please take me away from here, somewhere there is no magic. I want to live a normal life.”

“Yes Master. Would you like to start from the start or as you are now?”

“From the start.”

Nodding the figure took Harry’s hand and turned.

He heard the sound of crying. Who was crying and why so loud? He groaned and tried to cover his ears. When he couldn’t he looked at his hands. They were so small!! He blearily looked through his eyes and saw two figures looking down at him.

“He is so cute and handsome like his mama, ne?”

“Hn.”

“Hmph, he would take after me not his papa in any way, I am telling you!”

One of the figure crossed her hands looked away in a huff, while the other glared at him.

“But I will still teach him to fight. I have many enemies.”

“Hari”

“Hibari Hari?”

“Yes.”

That was the day he was born again

Chapter 1

Harry, or rather, Hari was looking at his mother with a pouty glare on his face.

“Okaasan! Why is this thing here? I don’t want him.” The two and half year-old boy was watching his mother coddle another crying baby (the enemy) attempting to sooth it down. Narrowing his green eyes, he crawled towards the two. His mother looked amusedly as he sat beside them and tried to poke the baby’s cheek.

It had been two years since he had come here with Death. The new family he lived or was born in, the Hibaris, was an old traditional Japanese family which lived in a small town of Namimori. It was fairly away from the bustling cities. But he liked it there. He had gotten his feminine looks from his mother, who was a cheerful person as compared to his father. His otousan was a very strict no nonsense person, but he remembered the same uptight father staying with him up all night and humming lullabies when he had a nightmare about the war.

The war was another thing. Death sometimes came to meet him when everyone was asleep. He no longer cared about his other Potter persona, no one remained back there for him to rescue anyways. But apparently he had regained some of his wandless magic here. He could pass it of as being an ‘esper’, but the shadow controlling as the Master of Death was new. Death had said he couldn’t use the Cloak so he had to have another way of becoming invisible.

Now coming back to the Hibaris, they lived in an old Japanese mansion behind the Namimori shrine. It was a typical mansion with a huge green garden and a pond. They had a room for sparring, which his father hinted on every day. Hari knew that his father had some criminal ties so learning a few tricks wouldn’t harm him, ‘Constant Vigilance’ Moody would say. But he liked watching his mother cook more. Cooking for the Dursleys had made him more competent in the skill. And handling a knife as his mother did was scary and beautiful. He loved his mother! His father always caved under her glare.

But now in his happy family there was a pooping thing taking his place in his mother’s lap. He frowned and continued poking the baby until it opened his eyes and glared his patent, I hate you, glare at him and huffed.

“It looks weak, are you sure this is my brother?” he looked pleadingly at the women and pouted. the mother took him in her lap too and cooed at him, “So cute Hari! Of course it is your brother, you are a big brother now. Don’t you want a sibling to take care for?” she understood that her eldest child was mature for his age and didn’t treat him as a kiddie kid. But looking at Hari get jealous at his brother was so cute!

A throat clearing startled her and she jumped in surprise, “Don’t do that Keichi! Kyoya will start crying again.”

Keichi chuckled and looked at his two boys and picked up Hari. “Up you get. Come on we start your training from today.” Looking at his eldest child he chuckled again.

Hari clutched his father’s neck and nodded, “Hibaris are strong, which is why the thing shouldn’t be here.” He sneered hatefully at the other child. This was his chance at getting a family and he was getting competition?! This won’t do, nope not at all!

A month had gone by, Hari was getting trained in martial arts and today they would start weapon training, he wanted knives like his mother not tonfas. All males in his family had used tonfas, his mother said he was feminine enough to use knives, which he was not happy about.

“Hari, we are going out to meet your uncle Fon. We would be back by night, take care of your brother too, okay?” His father was already by the door waiting.

He spluttered, “Wha-? But what about my knife training? You promised we would start today.”

Keichi patted his little head, “Not today, it is important to meet Fon today. Family business.”

Oh right, the capital ‘f’ Family business, which further deepened his suspicion of his parents having connection with the underground, which made no sense as his father was in the police. He nodded sadly and went to the nursery.

He heard the main door shut and get locked from the outside. He turned to the crib where baby Kyoya was sitting on his knees and looking at him with his sharp dark eyes. He walked towards him and stared right back at him, “I don’t know why you are here. You are such a weak little thing, like a deer.” He got angrier as time went by and pinched the younger boy by his cheek until he started crying. He was still pinching Kyoya when he got a good look at the face Kyoya was making. He was scared and had fear in his eyes! Why was he scared of him? Startled he let go of his fingers and looked at the crying boy and made no effort to stop him.

‘He is the weak child crying at every single thing. I never cried at such a sma -‘Hari gasped and looked back at his brother who was crying himself hoarse. He was turning into Dudley! Dudley beat him when he was small and helpless and he was doing the same to Kyoya because he was jealous of him.

He choked at the thought and lifted his hand to calm down the boy who flinched when he saw him. Now he was sad, his brother was scared stiff by him. He ignored the flinches and pulled Kyoya in his lap and hugged him as deeply as he could. Maybe he shouldn’t get angry at the little squirt and be happy at the chance of having a sibling instead.

Kyoya stopped wailing and looked at the person who had made him cry multiple times. The boy was now hugging him! What did that mean? The boy then snuggled into him and whispered, “Sorry. I don’t know if you understand or not but I am sorry. Sorry for being such a stupid brother.” Hari looked at the black eyes looking at him and smiled. Maybe he could start by making him laugh now and started tickling the other. Kyoya laughed at the sensation which made Hari even more happy and hugged him again, never again would he let his brother cry, never again.

Keichi and Yuuki had just come from the meeting and looked confused at the silent house. They had thought Kyoya would have cried by now. Silently they made their way into the nursery and got frightened to see it empty.

They searched other rooms and found them empty too.

“HARI? KYOYA? Where are you?” Keichi shouted as his voice echoed through the house. Yuuki went at the back to check the garden and sighed in relief when she saw two little black heads by the porch. “Keichi they are here!”

She hushed him when he came and giggling pointed at the two, “Hari grew up didn’t he?”

Keichi nodded and turned back to say, when he shook his head to his wife taking pictures of the kids from every angle, “Let’s take them inside.”

The siblings’ first picture together and the first of many was framed in their living room. Hari had his arm around Kyoya protecting him from the wind and the little one snuggled happily into his aniki’s chest. Both had a cute smile on their faces.

Keichi took them both in his arms and placed them in Hari’s bed seeing as he was never going to let go of Kyoya anytime now. He smirked, Hibaris had always been possessive and protective of their loved ones.

#HPxKHR fluff #Xover incomplete

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