OCtober Day 28/31 - Monster/Costume + KHRween Day 1 - Harvest - Belated Happy Halloween!
Belated Happy Halloween! And it's three in one go, yippee! I wanted something to cover multiple prompts to at least end the month nicely plus I wanted to participate for KHRween too even if it's just one day 😆😆😆 A few rough sketches and some ramblings below?
Title: A Halloween Incident
Author: Rena from @na-nossa
Fandom: Katekyō Hitman Reborn!
Rating: G
Pairing: Gokudera Hayato/Miura Haru
Characters: Gokudera Hayato, Miura Haru
Prompt: Day 3 | Curses + Crypt @khrrarepairweek
Warnings: No major warnings apply.
Summary:
"Gokudera knew what was happening, it was obviously clear. Haru was planning on killing someone."
or
Haru is up to something... Gokudera has no choice but to find out what.
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Tag: #khrween2024
Comedy, humor, vampires, crypt, coffins, i’m here for the puns and dumb jokes
Collection of khrween2024 on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/KHR_Rare_Pair_Week_Halloween_Mini_Event_2024
Ship: Xanxus & Tsuna
Day 3 and prompt Crypt
Summary: Vampire Xanxus and Tsuna fight over the tenth tomb in the Vongola crypt because it has the best marble in Italy and Primo complains about his ten unasked for roommates.
Title: Scattered Popcorn
Author: Raven_Silversea
Rating: T
Pairing: Colonnello/Lal Mirch/Sawada Nana
Prompt: Day 2: Scary Movies | Ouija board
Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Humor, Movie Night, Scary Movies, References to Scream (Movies), Established Relationship
Summary: Nana definitely didn't suggest a Scream movie marathon because she enjoyed the way her two otherwise fearless partners steal her lap blankets to hide under. Why would you suggest such a thing?
Colonnello stares at the TV screen. His hands clutch more than his fair share of the blanket to his chest as he curls into Nana’s side. The blue light of the movie sucks all the color from his face and reflects off his wide eyes. On-screen, Sidney Prescott slowly inches her way over the unconscious Ghostface to unlock the driver side door. He and Lal suck in twin breaths on either side of Nana, their bodies tense like springs pressed to the floor.
HONK! goes the car horn as Sidney’s elbow presses into it, and popcorn goes flying as Colonnello’s knee knocks the bowl with a “Motherfucker!” On-screen, Sidney and her friend wait with bated breath for a reaction from Ghostface. Off-screen, Nana calmly rescues the popcorn bowl, absently snacking on a handful of buttery kernels.
“You’re a fucking embarrassment,” Lal hisses from under the blue quilt she stole five minutes into the movie. Her eyes are just barely visible over where it’s tucked up over her nose. She reaches a hand out from her blanket cocoon and snags a fistful of popcorn and then it vanishes back under the quilt. The only evidence of her movement the quiet sound of popcorn munching.
Nana shifts the popcorn bowl closer to Lal and takes another handful herself.
Colonnello pulls himself out of the hollow he’s progressively tucked himself into over the course of the movie. It’s a quiet moment in the movie- Sidney and her friend have made it out of the car and are now arguing about just running vs discovering Ghostface’s identity. “At least I’m not hiding under- OH MY GOD!”
Ghostface comes out of nowhere and stabs Sidney’s friend- “I knew he was faking it!” Lal hisses-, and the lap blanket Nana had been sharing with Colonnello vanishes from the sudden force of Colonnello yanking it. Nana can’t help but laugh as her boyfriend almost launches himself up and over the back of the couch, gripping the blanket to his chest like a plushie. “WHAT THE FUCK, KORA!”
Pulling out a third blanket from the basket beside the couch, Nana says, “If it’s too scary for the two of you, we can watch something else.” She looks at each of them through her eyelashes, wondering if this will be the moment in their six movie marathon that her partners cry uncle. It’s invigorating in a way, being the brave one. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t keep suggesting horror movies to watch simply for the way these two fearless former soldiers reach for her like she’s their shelter from a storm.
Her partners loudly assert their desire to keep watching the movie, and Nana smiles. There’s a thump from upstairs, and all three go silent, waiting to see if whatever child they disturbed would stay asleep or not.
When no one comes traipsing down stairs with a heavy yawn and a question about what time it was and could they have a snack please, they relax back into the couch and each other. “Who’s scared?” Lal says with a sniff. She carefully pulls her quilt down and folds her hands in her lap. “I’m not scared.”
“I’m not scared either, kora.” Colonnello slides back down onto the couch proper but doesn’t release his death grip on his blanket.
Nana shakes her head with a fond smile and holds the popcorn bowl out to the two of them. “Of course not,” she soothes. “After all, you two are here to protect us from anything that may go bump in the night.”
“Exactly!” Colonnello nods. He frees a hand from his blanket to play with Nana’s fingers and aims a besotted smile at Lal who rolls her eyes but does lean over and kiss him on the cheek.
For the next few minutes, everything is quiet and peaceful. The movie punctuated only by the sound of popcorn.
Then the boyfriend is lowered from the rafters onto the theater stage, hung on the prop like a crucifix, and Colonnello all but jumps into Nana’s lap with a loud “JESUS H CHRIST!” while Lal falls off the couch all together.
KHRween Day 2 - Scary Movies
This one's just harmless chilling, maybe next one will be a bit different..!
Title: Yamamoto’s Halloween Special That Squalo Never Agreed To ⚾👻🦈
Author: Nama from @na-nossa
Rating: G
Pairing: Yamamoto Takeshi x Superbia Squalo
Prompt: Day 2 | Scary Movies + Ouija Board
Tags: Chaotic Yamamoto Takeshi, Embarrassment, Friendship, Halloween Shenanigans, Horror Movie Night, Mild Language, Mock Fight, Ouija Board, References to The Ring, Squalo Being a Scaredy Shark, Squalo Gets Pranked, Squalo POV, Supernatural Elements (Fake).
Warnings: No major warnings apply.
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If someone—anyone—would dare to ask why Squalo is sitting cross-legged on Yamamoto Takeshi’s floor on Halloween night, of all nights, he’d tell them to piss off and mind their own business in the most colorful language he could muster. The truth, though, is that even he doesn’t know what possessed him to stick around watching Japanese horror movies, and oh, perfect, now there’s some creepy girl with black hair twice as long as his dragging herself out of a TV.
It’s taking all he’s got not to look away. While he might be hardened by the daily horrors of being Xanxus’s second in command, this kind of freaky bullshit still manages to make his skin crawl… but the worst part is Yamamoto sitting next to him, grinning like a damn idiot and clearly loving every second of Squalo’s discomfort, as if it’s the best show in town.
“Come on, Squalo, don’t tell me you’re scared of this stuff?” Yamamoto says, nudging him, wide brown eyes sparkling with that relentless good humor that makes Squalo want to punch a hole through a wall.
“Shut it, brat,” Squalo mutters, shifting uncomfortably, because from the first moment he laid eyes on Yamamoto, he knew that behind that whole “nice guy” act lurked a chaotic gremlin, no matter how innocent he tries to appear. “Should’ve gone with some good old giallo instead of this crap.”
“Oh, it’s about to get better,” Yamamoto says, his smile stretching even wider as he reaches into a nearby box, pulls out a dusty Ouija board, and holds it up with the kind of reverence reserved for ancient relics. “This thing is super haunted, I swear.”
Squalo rolls his eyes. “Yeah, sure. Spirits love hanging out with idiots like you.” Thinking fast, he adds, “Fine, whatever, let’s see it, then,” hoping it’ll redirect their attention away from the screen.
With a grin so enthusiastic that Squalo, yet again, finds himself questioning the series of poor decisions that led him here, Yamamoto grabs the remote, mutes the movie, and stands to kill the lights, leaving them bathed in a dim, eerie glow from a lamp draped with an old cloth—an unnervingly precise effect, giving the impression that he’s been planning this whole setup for weeks. On his way back, Yamamoto reaches up to a shelf, grabs a shot glass, and sets it upside down on the Ouija board.
Squalo stares at him, incredulous. “Since when do you have shot glasses lying around?” he asks, eyebrow raised.
Yamamoto flashes a smirk, unfazed. “I might’ve picked it up from my dad’s restaurant,” he answers, placing his index finger against the base of the upturned glass.
Squalo, suppressing the urge to sigh, mirrors him, pressing his non-mechanical finger down on the opposite edge of the glass rim with just the right weight to signal he’s playing along, but not too seriously. There’s this conspiratorial glint in Yamamoto’s eyes as he murmurs, “Spirits, are you with us?” Their fingertips touch, the kind of brief, meaningless contact that shouldn’t even register; much to his annoyance, Squalo does and feels immediately ridiculous.
Then, like he’s delivering a line in some grade-school play, Yamamoto leans in, his voice dropping to a serious whisper: “Sadako, if you’re here, give us a sign.”
Squalo’s skin prickles despite himself. Fantastic.
Nothing happens with the glass, which is as it should be—until Yamamoto’s eyes suddenly go wide, and he flinches a bit. “Did you see that behind you?” he whispers, voice low and urgent.
Squalo whips around, heart pounding, only to find… nothing. Just the stupid movie still rolling on in silence. He grits his teeth, turning back to give Yamamoto a piece of his mind. “Real funny, you moron. I told you this was a—” He stops dead mid-sentence. Right there, inches away, is a curtain of long black hair, and this guttural, zombie-like moan fills the room.
“What the—!” Squalo yelps, scrambling backward in a frantic, clumsy attempt to stand, half-tripping as he blurts out in Italian, “Che diavolo—!?”
But before he can begin to comprehend what’s in front of him, Yamamoto is giggling so hard he’s doubled over, clutching his sides as he yanks a black wig from his head.
“Oh my god, you should’ve seen your face!” he chokes out, gasping between laughs. “Big, bad Varia, taken down by little Sadako-chan!”
“YOU—!” Squalo’s voice shoots up. “You’re dead, you hear me? I’m going to kill you for that!” His cheeks burn, blood simmering with embarrassment as Yamamoto’s laughter pours out, loud and unstoppable. And somehow, in the midst of all that mortification—against all reason and his own better judgment—Squalo feels a traitorous twitch pulling up at the corner of his mouth.
To cover it up, Squalo does the reasonable thing and lunges forward, grabbing Yamamoto in a mock chokehold that’s tight enough to get the point across without actually meaning it. Yamamoto, wheezing and struggling for air, manages to gasp out, “Alright, alright! Didn’t think I’d get you that good—guess I’m a better actor than I thought!”
Squalo releases him with a quick knucklehead smack and a shove, sending Yamamoto sprawling. Arms crossed, he looms over him with a devilish curl of his lips that would make a lesser man dash for the door.
“You have no idea what you’ve unleashed, Takeshi,” Squalo sneers, savoring the twisted satisfaction bubbling up as he envisions all the ways he’ll terrify the brat out of his smug, easy-going comfort zone. “Next Halloween, you’re in for some Varia-style horror, and I’m not holding back.”
Still catching his breath, Yamamoto picks himself up, grabbing his discarded wig and the shot glass that had flown from the Ouija board during the commotion. He grabs the remote and, without missing a beat, cranks the volume as the movie hits a blood-curdling scene, casually dropping back down beside Squalo.
With his gaze fixed on the screen, he reaches over and gives his long hair a quick yank. “Looking forward to seeing you try, scaredy-Sadako,” he says, wearing that self-satisfied smile that implies, more or less, every tiny detail has gone exactly according to whatever scheme he’s concocted.
A creeping frustration rises up in Squalo, building to eclipse both the ridiculous nickname and the gruesome scenes on TV, not to mention the nerve of that hair-tug from someone who ought to show more respect to his swordsmanship senior. He thinks he recognizes it—it’s the all-too-familiar suspicion that he’s fallen, once again, right into Yamamoto Takeshi’s hands.
To be continued next year...? 🎃
A/N: My headcanon is that Squ’s into old-school movies and would pick Suspiria over The Ring any day. My other headcanon is that he's secretly terrible with horror movies (not that he’d ever admit it), while Yama has nerves of steel and can sit through the wildest slashers without flinching. No, don’t ask me why, I just know this in my bones xD
KHRween Day 1: Full Moon
Happy Halloween!!! Have some fem!Knuckle x fem!Verde
Here we go, KHRween! 3 days of new and tasty fan art~ Day 1 prompt - Full Moon
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Katekyou Hitman Reborn! Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jager/Bermuda von Veckenschtein Characters: Jager (Katekyou Hitman Reborn!), Bermuda von Veckenschtein, Sawada Tsunayoshi Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Mythical Beings & Creatures, Vindice’s Home for Wayward Creatures, Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Baby Sawada Tsunayoshi, Vampire Bermuda, Vampire Jaeger, Lullabies Series: Part 20 of everyone knows the stars come out at night Summary:
Bermuda-sama keeps bringing home strays. What is Jaeger supposed to do but eventually grow fond of them?
Earth/Flameless Day: Vampire/WerewolfAU |Body Switchingand Cloud Day: Different Age AU |Identity Porn
KHR Rarepair Week 2024 Prompt: coffee shop AU Word Count: 474 Summary: Haru never knew love could come with a cup of coffee. Pairing: Mukuro x Haru (6986)
For Rarepair Week Day 8 - Werewolf AU!
yeah i would ask too, yamamoto
KHR Rarepair Week Day 7 - Vampire AU (Specifically Vampire Prince x Demon Lord AU) 🥴💜✨ base artist
For Rarepair Week Day 7 - Coffeeshop AU with a side of Shameless Flirting!
hmmm yamamoto dear there are better ways to get your meet-cute fantasy
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Katekyou Hitman Reborn! Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sawada Tsunayoshi & Uni | Yuni Characters: Sawada Tsunayoshi, Uni | Yuni Additional Tags: KHR rarepair week 2024 Summary: Tsuna is tasked by Reborn to lead a double life as Mafia Man at night, but there’s one problem, there was a girl he didn’t want to know the truth. (2700, Tsuna x Yuni)
For Rarepair Week Day 6 - Different Age AU! (platonic)
what if hibari was the youngest. by like 20 years. i think thats the only way they could nerf him. at least he got 7 sparring partners that wont die in one hit
Title: You can take them out of the mafia (but that doesn't make them civilians)
Author: Raven_Silversea
Rating: T
Pairing: Hibari Kyoya/Kurokawa Hana/Sasagawa Ryohei
Prompt: Rain Day: Retired Assassins AU / Opposites Attract
Tags/Warnings: Post-Canon, Retired Assassins AU, Established Relationship, Attempted Break-In, Fights, Attempt at Humor
Summary: In their defense, the guy chose the wrong house to break into.
There's a moment where they're all looking at each other. Ryohei holding a plate that he's in the middle of drying, Kyoya elbow-deep in the kitchen sink washing dishes, and the man dressed in black who just broke the window in the breakfast nook and is currently perched on the windowsill.
“Wao,” Kyoya says. A bloodthirsty smile slowly spreads across his face as he turns off the water and reaches a hand towards Ryohei.
Ryohei hands Kyoya the towel and sets the plate on the counter. It's one of the nice plates with a yellow flower design along the edges, and Hana would be very disappointed with them if they broke yet another piece of the set. He cracks his knuckles, grinning broadly at the man still frozen in the window. “You EXTREMELY chose the wrong house,” Ryohei says.
In the intruder’s defense, he very quickly attempts to back out of the window and run. Unfortunately for him, Ryohei is much faster and grabs him by the shirt collar, yanking him out of the window and sending him skidding across the floor.
Before the man can stand, Kyoya slams a tonfa into his face. There’s a crack! and bright red blood spurts from the man’s nose. He reaches up to staunch the blood with one hand, the other reaching for the countertop as he begins to stand.
This time it’s Ryohei sending a left hook directly to the man’s ribcage, and he falls flat on his face with an “Oof!”
The pattern continues. Intruder attempts to stand and escape, maybe retaliate against the unending attacks. Kyoya and Ryohei smack him back down with increasingly strong attacks. At some point, the yellow flowered plate is thrown at Kyoya, who dodges, and the fight stops long enough for them all to watch as the plate shatters against the wall.
The man attempts to inch his way across the floor to the broken window while Ryohei and Kyoya examine the plate shards. Then Kyoya turns. “For your crimes,” he says slowly, “you will be bitten to death.”
Before the man can do more than whimper, Kyoya slams a tonfa down on his head. The man slumps.
Kyoya and Ryohei stare down at the broken, bleeding man unconscious on their kitchen tile. The wind blows in through the broken window, lilac curtains billowing out. Throwing knives stick out from the lemon wallpaper, a blood trail spans across much of the floor, and the yellow flowered plate is only one of the piles of glass shards needing to be swept up. Not even the cabinets escaped the fight with one door hanging on by a single screw and squeaking in the wind.
A key turns in the lock, and the front door opens. There’s a moment when they’re all looking at each other. Ryohei holding a frying pan ready to swing, Kyoya with his tonfa held loosely in his hand, and Hana, who had just come home from a business trip to Italy, still carrying her suitcase.
“You. Are. RETIRED!” Hana yells, slamming the door shut behind her. “Why can I not leave the two of you home by yourselves for a week?!”
The intruder groans, and Ryohei smacks him back into silence with the frying pan. Hana pinches her nose with a heavy sigh. “Take him out the back and drop him in front of the police station,” she says. “I’ll make sure there’s a warrant for him in their system.”
Kyoya hums appreciably and picks the man up by his shoulders while Ryohei gives Hana a thumbs up. “Right on! You can tells us all about your EXTREME trip when we get back! Welcome home!” He picks up the man’s legs and together they shuffle towards the back door.
Hana waves a hand dismissively as she pulls her laptop out and settles down on the couch. “Yeah yeah, good to be back. Hurry home, menaces, I want some cuddle time before bed.” The shuffling sounds increase as her partners pick up their pace. She shakes her head with a soft smile, preparing the warrant as promised.
The back door slams shut, and Hana props her feet up on the coffee table. Ah, it’s good to be home, even if she has to deal with her menaces’ mess. Again.
KHR Rarepair Week 2024 (Rain Day)
Prompt: Opposites Attract
Word Count: 1,102
Summary: Gokudera isn't quite certain of his feelings for Haru, but a few drinks and a long talk with Ryohei gets it through his head. Opposites Attract prompt!
Pairings: 5986 (GokuHaru) 3387 (RyoHana)
Verse: TYL
