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.
Rating: T Warnings: canon-typical swearing & violence Pairing: Giotto/Cozart Prompt: @khrrarepairweek 2021 Storm - courting, Sun - Hidden skillsets, Lightning - Fairytale Au. Summary: Once upon a time, there was a boy with a shoe obsession. His name was Giotto, and he just couldn’t get enough of them. Pumps, flats, ballerina’s, you name it, he had it. Or his mama had it, because Giotto was four and his lemonade stall hadn’t earned him a fortune yet.
Or: a shoe-tastic Cinderella comedy.
Title: Rations and Rare Blood
Author: OnceABlueMoon
Rating: T
Pairing: Kozato Enma & Suzuki Adelheid
Prompt: Blood drinking
Tags/Warnings: mentions of the simon massacre and talk of blood.
You can also find this story on Ao3
Rations and Rare Blood
Let it be known that Adelheid was out for blood. Not as she usually would, no, she was a vampire with dignity. She would kill her enemies and crush their skulls for they were not worth drinking from. She was a modern, civilized vampire. She had human herds on her own island.
Emphasis on had, because Sawada Iemitsu had killed all of them except a few.
Title: Cursed Kiss Chapter 3: The Cursed Love
Author: OnceABlueMoon
Rating: T
Pairing: Bianchi/Chrome Dokuro
Tags/Warnings: There is some violence
Prompt: Cloud day: royal au for @khrrarepairweek
Summary: The tale of Kuromu Dokuro is an old one, perhaps preceding even the existence of the monster hunters. To think the woman in the tale- the monster she became- is here, in front of her? Bianchi shudders to think of it.
Still, she has no choice. Her grip tightens on the knife in her hand, but before she can start to make her move, Kuromu- Chrome?- raises her hand, shaking her head. ‘’No need to fight your way out, darling, if you want to buy your brother’s freedom. All you need to do is take the geas on in his place.’’
~~
Monster hunter Bianchi bargains her freedom for her brother’s and has to stay in the vampire Chrome’s castle. But the horrors within are not the shadows that whisper and follow Bianchi wherever she goes- no, to the contrary, the horrors are inside the mind of her captor.
Title: Be Still My Foolish Heart Author: OnceABlueMoon Rating: T Pairing: Byakuran & Yuni, Byakuran/Yuni
Tags/Warnings: Byakuran’s insanity, ambigious relationship
Summary: In all worlds, in all universes, there has been only one constant next to Byakuran’s own slipping sanity. Her name is Yuni, and she says “No,” time and time again.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Katekyo Hitman Reborn.
Written for the @khrrarepairweek Vday Mini-Event 2019, for February the 15th, with the prompt ‘’Alone’’
Title: A Funeral Shroud of Tulle Author: OnceABlueMoon Rating: T Pairing: Kozato Enma & Suzuki Adelheid
Tags/Warnings: The Simon Massacre, trauma
Summary: The thing people rarely remember about Enma was that his sister had been his twin. In which the Simon children raise themselves after the massacre, do a lot of damage to each other, and love each other anyway.
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Written for the @khrrarepairweek Vday Mini-Event 2019, for February the 13th, with the prompt ‘‘Backup Twin’‘
Title: Court of Flames Author: OnceABlueMoon Rating: T Pairing: Kurokawa Hana & Sasagawa Kyoko, Hibari Kyoya/Rokudo Mukuro, Dokuro Chrome & Rokudo Mukuro Tags/Warnings: Summary: ’‘The young lady’s name is Chrome Dokuro, and she is Lord Mukuro’s protege!’’
Lady Hana gasped, eyes widening. ‘’That utter ape of a man having a young lady for a ward?!’’
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Written for the @khrrarepairweek Day 8 - Earth/Flameless Day
The starting notes of Concerto F Major, the Allegro, sounded across the ballroom. Lady Kyoko elbowed Lady Hana in the side. ‘’See, Lord Lussuria!’’ The delight in her voice was clearly audible.
Lady Hana watched from behind her fan, carefully manoeuvred in front of her face, as Lord Lussuria bowed before… a young lady of unknown origins.
Well, that was something. Her eyes narrowed. ‘Unknown origins’, Hana not knowing them, usually meant that they were a person that did not belong to the court. The girl had most likely been announced, but if she’d had any name of note, Hana would have noticed.
To be honest, it was strange that Hana did not remember the girl’s appearance at the top of the stairs. She might be a slip of a girl, but Hana never failed to notice someone enter. Unless it was Lord Mukuro when he did not want to be noticed, mind you, or that awful ghastly knight of King Byakuran’s.
…Who was this girl, if not a member of the court?
Besides her, Lady Kyoko giggled. Lady Hana had had quite enough. She snapped her fan closed in a single movement. ‘’Do you perchance know who that young lady might be?’’
Lady Kyoko smiled, crimson-painted lips curving up as she hid behind her fan coyly. ‘’Oh, but that would be telling!’’
Lady Hana felt ready to pop a vein, nails digging into the delicate lace around the handle of her fan. ‘’Telling? Like I will tell your brother about your rendezvous with Lady Haru in the garden once he makes his way over to claim his dance?’’
The corners of Lady Kyoko’s mouth turned down, a slight pout emerging. ‘’You’re no fun at all, Lady Hana!’’
Lady Hana snapped her fan open again, softly waving some air towards herself; Satisfied in the knowledge Kyoko would tell with that threat over her head.
Calmly, they watched as Lord Lussuria spun the young lady around the hall. Her dress, Lady Hana noted, was remarkably well made. It must’ve been from a royal tailor, no doubt, with that detailing. It was deep purple, the kind one rarely saw, wide-skirted and short-sleeved, her corset creating a pinched waist. The purple complimented her plum hair, and- was that an eyepatch over her eye?!
Whatever her name might be, Lady Hana already knew on whose merit she was here. ‘’One of Lord Xanxus’ following?’’
Lady Kyoko tittered, clapping in her hands. By the Lord, it was that she had the favour the King’s nephew, or Lady Kyoko would’ve long since been disgraced by her unseemly behaviour in the eyes of the court. ‘’No, Lady Hana! The young lady’s name is Chrome Dokuro, and she is Lord Mukuro’s protege!’’
Lady Hana gasped, eyes widening. ‘’That utter ape of a man having a young lady for a ward?!’’
Lady Kyoko nodded, relishing in the scandalous reaction. ‘’Her mother was apparently quite the beauty, but left her in the care of her nephew! Can you imagine? Leaving your child in that scoundrel’s hands?’’
Lady Hana cocked her head, considering. ‘’Well, at least she won’t have to worry about untoward advances. For all Lord Mukuro might be an utter harlot, I think we can all agree that he is decidedly homosexual.’’
‘’…Nothing between him and Lord Hibari has been proven, though.’’
‘’We saw him emerge from Lord Hibari’s bedchambers, by all that is mighty above.’’
Lady Kyoko sighed, wilting. ‘’Please, Lady Hana, do not spread that story any further, I have a wager with Lady Haru depending on it. I said he’d bed Lord Kikyo, you see.’’
One more up on Lady Kyoko? Lady Hana was not so foolish as to let that chance go! Smirking as she adjusted her green skirts around her, she nodded imperiously. ‘’Of course.’’
Just a regular day, at the court of Flames.
Title: Burning Curtains (and Other Household Items) Author: OnceABlueMoon Rating: T Pairing: Lal Mirch/Sawada Nana Tags/Warnings: Summary: "What is love?“ Lal had asked in the buzz of the wedding, staring at the bridesmaid dress Luce had guilted her into.
"When you meet my wife.” Iemitsu had said, slamming back his drink.
Lal hadn’t expected that particular prediction to come true, that’s for sure.
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Written for the @khrrarepairweek Day 7 - Mist Day: Bed Sharing | Fake/Pretend Relationship
“What is love?” Lal had asked in the buzz of the wedding, staring at the bridesmaid dress Luce had guilted her into.
“When you meet my wife.” Iemitsu had said, slamming back his drink.
Lal hadn’t expected that particular prediction to come true, that’s for sure.
It started a little like this:
There are only so many years one can babysit a grown man before combusting spontaneously. While Basil had nodded along to these words sagely many a time, it had never quite occurred to him that Lal was among these people.
At least, not until now.
‘’What do you mean ‘a vacation’?’’
‘’I’m leaving, out, so long, arrivederci, bye without the ‘’good’’, Iemitsu!’’ Lal threw her hands up in the air and flung them down again with a smack.
God, she was done with that utter jerkface cry-baby poop-face of a man. She wanted out of this office right now, leave CEDEF headquarters and go the fuck away. She paced up and down in front of his desk.
‘’But you went on the annual CEDEF holiday not even two months ago! Look, I have a picture of you, right here! Aww, look at you! All frowny-faced and shooting at me! We had so much fun! How could you forget our time together? I even wore a onesie for the special occasion!’’
Lal clapped her hands over Basil’s ears, glaring at Iemitsu over his head. ‘’Don’t you dare say that word again, Iemitsu. Basil had nightmares.’’
It didn’t help much, because Basil could hear them just fine. He bit his lip and shuffled a little closer to her side. As always, she generated heat, even through her clothes. A furnace, always warm.
’’Well, the fact remains that you don’t have vacation days left and-‘’
With a thud, Lal threw a pile of papers in front of Iemitsu. ‘’Good thing then that I took the mission of making sure the next assassination attempt on your son doesn’t succeed! All the way in Japan, small town, lovely weather!’’ She smiled, eyes creasing, sugar sweetness dripping off like acid. ‘’So thoughtful of you to keep putting assigning it off so I could pick it up!’’
Iemitsu crossed his arms. ‘’We can’t just go out giving people time off! That’s far beneath your qualifications!’’
Lal raised an eyebrow. ‘’And who’s to say that the God of Death won’t show up at your doorstep? It’d say he’s certainly on my level, wouldn’t you?’’
Her boss’ eyes narrowed. ‘’Oh, he is. But if you’re out on the clock… Then I suppose I’ll just have to take Basil in for the time being.’’
Her grip on the child’s shoulder tightened. ‘’Over my dead body. He’s going with me.’’
Iemitsu pouted. ‘’Aww, you’re no fun, Lalie!’’
She marched them out of the office before she’d do something that would probably traumatise the real child in the room. Like, just imagine for one glorious second, murdering Iemitsu in cold blood and stringing him up on his desk with his own entrails.
Was that- No way. She exhaled slow and careful, before turning around again and meeting Iemitsu’s gaze straight on.
‘’Stop snickering, Iemitsu. It’s about time you wipe your own behind. I’m not doing it for you anymore!’’
With that, the door slammed shut behind her.
Meeting Nana for the first time was like getting struck by lightning. It fried Lal’s nerves, and then left her system just as quickly.
‘’Erm. Hello.’’ God, that wave was awkward. Lal quickly stuffed her hands into her pockets.
Nana was just a woman, she told herself as she herded Basil into the Sawada household, hand on his shoulder. But it wasn’t just that; It was the warm smile Nana gave her when entering. It was the joy she took in cooking. It was the quirky way she put up her hair and-
‘’Lal, darling?’’
God, the first time Nana had said that Lal had nearly gone into fight or flight instinct, but she’d gotten that under control now. Except for that time when she accidentally set the curtains on fire when Nana said it to her while she was lighting the candles, but they’d been ugly as sin anyway. Iemitsu must’ve chosen them; The new ones were much better. That Lal had helped Nana choose those had nothing to do with it.
‘’Yes?’’
Nana walked into the garden, putting a hand on her arm. ‘’It’s not that I don’t appreciate your efforts, but, well… Letting the children run drills is a bit much before school. Would you consider doing this after dinner instead, so they’ll be tired for bed?’’
‘’Oh.’’
This was why Lal liked Nana. There had been some things out there that were not entirely good for her son’s education before Lal arrived- Tsuna had clearly never run a lap in his life- but she always was respectful about the way Lal raised Basil. Lal appreciated that. She’d been raising Basil with her roommate for years, and while Oregano was the one who originally had wanted the child, Lal had very much become his mother as well. She was proud of that, even if her way of raising wasn’t exactly traditional.
God, she’d been glad for Oregano when Iemitsu just showed up out of the blue with a baby of all things. But CEDEF’s childcare left quite a bit to be desired and if Iemitsu thought he was in any way qualified to raise a child, he was even more delusional than she already thought he was.
Looking at Tsuna and Basil chasing each other over the lawn, it really had been the best that Iemitsu had as little involvement in raising both of them as possible. Che, who needed fathers anyway? Lal huffed. Basil had just done fine with two mothers! And so would Tsuna!
…Oh god, she did NOT just think that.
She turned back to the conversation at hand, attempting to pretend her cheeks were not on fire.
Back to the issue at hand. ‘’I could arrange that.’’
Nana beamed like a thousand suns.
Lal felt like fairy lights had replaced her veins, lighting her up from the inside out in a thousand colours, shining their light softly into the night.
‘’What is love?’’
‘’When you meet my wife,’’ Iemitsu had said.
And now, head in her hands as Nana brought the children to school, she cursed Iemitsu and his apparent prophecies. Must’ve been some Giglio Nero blood, as if it wasn’t bad enough already that Reborn had bred with one of those. Aria was already proving to be a major threat to civilization at eight, with her mother’s talents and her father’s sheer need for chaos.
…Speaking of Reborn, Lal was about to make a very bad life decision, but Reborn was her best friend and she really needed him right now. She pulled her phone out of her pocket.
‘’…You weren’t kidding when you said you were coming?’’ Was the first thing Lal said when she opened the door, hair all over the place.
Reborn inspected his nails, ignoring the neighbours looking over the hedge curiously. ‘’Of course I wasn’t kidding. Who do you take me for? You’re having an emotional crisis and I have duties, Lal, duties. Flying all over the world for you was clearly necessary.’’
Lal narrowed her eyes. ‘’As long as you don’t terrify the children.’’
‘’You do that enough yourself.’’
Lal huffed and threw the door open to let him in. ‘’While I admit I’m far from the ideal parent, I do know how to train a soldier and that’s kind of similar,’’ she cocked her head as she absentmindedly took his coat, ‘’…Right?’’
Reborn shook his head and patted her shoulder. ‘’You poor child.’’
‘’If you just came to patronize me, you know where the door is, Reborn.’’
Reborn pouted. ‘’I didn’t even take Aria with me to cause chaos. I’m purely here for your emotional needs, you could stand to be a bit nicer. Or give me coffee. I would take mean and coffee too.’’
‘’Guns, coffee and sadism are the entire reason this friendship still functions. I took my coffee blend from Italy, don’t worry.’’
Patronizing were half Reborn’s reasons to exist- didn’t mean Lal was going to put up with it.
Reborn loved Lal. He really did. Which was why he was discarding plan 17 to lock her and Nana into a closet, because CLEARLY she was too thick to get the hint. This was it. He would have to push their heads together and say: “kiss” while their cheeks were uncomfortably smooshed against each other. Hmmm… What if he threatened them at gunpoint instead? Would make for a fair bit dramatics, but Lal would probably just whip out that pistol she kept either in her underwear, or in some kind of magical pocket dimension. Never underestimate a woman who served.
Before he could put any plans into motion, Nana had dinner on the table. ‘’Lal, dear, would you please get the decanter?’’
‘’Which one?’’
‘’The one Iemitsu picked, his name should still be on the bottom!’’
This was, of course, when Lal knocked a rather ugly decanter off the coffee table with the gleeful expression of a cat who destroyed your possessions just because they could. It shattered upon the floor in nearly a thousand pieces of murky, green glass.
‘’Oh, dear,’’ she said, ‘’It seems I ruined his precious possession!’’
Nana stuck her head around the doorway. ‘’What a mess! We’ll have to go get a new one when we go to the store this weekend! Let me get the vacuum cleaner!’’
Lal nodded. ‘’I’ll add it to the list. Right under the rug that mysteriously caught fire.’’
‘’…Would that happen to be Iemitsu’s as well?’’ Reborn muttered underneath his breath.
Lal stiffened, before tilting her chin up proudly.
Reborn smirked. ‘’You’re not doing so bad on your own as you made it out to be.’’
Lal shrugged, crouched down and picked up a dustpan. Sweeping the glass up, she hummed. ‘’Only so far. My vendetta against Iemitsu just… Helps things along. I can’t make moves on a married woman, but even I have frustrations that need to be outed in some way. Her companionship is enough for me if that’s all I can get.’’
The back door went open, Basil and Tsuna bouncing up and down, a ball still in their hands.
Lal glared at the kids. ‘’You two, return to the garden, don’t come back until Nana has vacuumed here.’’
They scurried away, but the distraction was not enough to deter Reborn from asking questions. He took another sip of his coffee. ‘’Are you sure?’’
‘’Yes, I’m sure. Not everything’s about physical intimacy, no matter how hot your partner is.’’ She blew a strand of hair out of her face, ‘’Doesn’t mean that the next thing that’s going to be accidentally destroyed isn’t the wedding picture, of course.’’
‘’Wedding picture? What wedding picture?’’ Nana asked from the doorway, blinking at them with the vacuum cleaner next to her.
Lal froze, then robotically reached for her coffee. ‘’…Your wedding picture?’’
Nana put the vacuum cleaner down. ‘’There is no wedding picture.’’
Lal laughed nervously. ‘’There isn’t?’’
‘’No, because I put it away the minute the divorce got through.’’
Lal spat out her coffee. Nana kept talking, voice calm, not taking her eyes off Lal. ‘’I had been wondering why you’d been going about it in such a roundabout way. But apparently, you didn’t know about this?’’ She sighed, putting a hand on her hip, ‘’I really should’ve guessed. Iemitsu and I split up over severe communication issues, so that extending to his work isn’t much of a surprise.’’
Lal sputtered. ‘’But you’re called Sawada!’’
‘’Tsuna didn’t stop being Iemitsu’s child because we divorced; Being his heir is dangerous and I do not have the means to protect him beyond Iemitsu’s name and various favours from the Hibari family.’’
Lal squeaked. ‘’So you’ve known all this time? About the rug, and the souvenirs and the books on pick axes?’’
Nana beamed, crossing the room and taking her hand. ‘’And the overalls, the lamp and the curtains, yes.’’
Lal turned red, the flush creeping down her neck. ‘’The curtains were an honest accident!’’
Nana laughed, leaning in and booping her nose. ‘’But most importantly, I knew about you.’’
If Lal were the colour of apple candies before, she was now true, fire truck red, the colour intensifying until she was almost purple. ‘’Oh.’’
Nana giggled and swooped in for a kiss.
…Reborn snuck to the back door, knowing when to make himself scarce. Closing the door behind him quietly, he walked up to the kids. ‘’Just my presence alone is apparently capable of solving world problems, so let’s get ice cream.’’
Basil narrowed his eyes at him as Tsuna hid behind him. ‘’What did you do, Uncle Reborn?’’
Reborn threw his head back, laughing. ‘’Nothing that will get your mother mad, I promise. Now, what flavour do you want? I’m sure you can lead me to the nearest parlour.’’
This was apparently enough to satisfy the six-year-old’s suspicion, because he took Reborn’s hand without hesitation and said: ‘’Chocolate!’’
It took the rest of the way to the parlour to coax an answer out of awfully shy Tsu-kun, but that was alright. They had all the time of the world.
Reborn doubted Lal would be leaving Japan any time soon.
Title: Homeward bound (Gospel Without Compass) Author: OnceABlueMoon Rating: T Pairing: Fran & Hibari Kyoya
Tags/Warnings:
Summary: Bodyswap AU in which Fran gets lost in the large scheme of things, and Hibari picks up drifting feathers.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Katekyo Hitman Reborn.
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Written for the @khrrarepairweek Day 6 - Cloud Day: Bodyguard/Hitman AU | Kidnapping (…even though the kidnapping ended up so out of place that it became an omake). The original inspiration, however, was a lovely ask from @metronomeihear with the prompts ‘’Hibari and Fran’’ and ‘’the pretender’’. I adored writing this!
It’s terrifying, Fran thinks sometimes, how easy it is to melt into Hibari’s skin. It’s so obvious to him, when he sees his own body walk by, green hair loose underneath the hat; that’s not his gait- he walks a millisecond slower, just a little less brisk. That’s not his joke- sure, it sounds like it’s his, but it isn’t, because Hibari talks just a little lower, the way Fran’s own voice is not meant to be used.
It hurts, knowing the others don’t notice.
Kusakabe noticed it immediately. Sawada’s eyes linger on him when he enters the room, but he’s got hyper intuition. It’s not cheating- Fran’s Varia, in the Varia there is no cheating, only power, and those who don’t have the power to succeed are eliminated.
The Varia is cold halls, corpses in closets, the smell of rotten-don’t-find-out-for-you-own-sanity. Slinking through the mansion is strange, as if walking through a space that doesn’t exist, a parking lot, an airport, a stairwell.
Places that don’t have a right to exist, other than being a portal to another place.
The sound of shattering glass, a screaming Squalo and swoosh from a knife in the dark, aimed at his heart.
The Varia mansion doesn’t feel like a home, but the others treat it like one, so maybe it’s just Fran.
He doesn’t belong there. Nor did he belong with Mukuro and his gang.
It was illusions, and strange places. It was a man in his head, who had a guarded, hot-cold, hurt heart entangled in a war with his mind. It was fashion disasters, and screaming, a woman playing on her clarinet, speaking French together late at night. It was calling Ken a dog, while simultaneously being the one receiving the treats. It was asking Chikusa to teach him tricks with yoyo’s- a childish fit of adventure, quickly brushed off afterward (and if Fran was often found swirling Bel-senpai’s knives around his finger, fingers jerking as if reeling something in then that was his business).
It was… Avoiding Mukuro’s previous apprentice when she visited, because Fran was not made for warm cheeks and Kuromu (Chrome? He was never quite sure about the pronunciation- Mukuro kept switching between them) was way too pretty.
And before Mukuro, there was his grandmother, apple pie and the sound of Au Claire de la lune- as if she knew that no door of love would ever be open to him.
He doesn’t remember his parents.
But that’s all backwards. He was with his parents. They died. Not much difference, it was, with his grandmother. He certainly couldn’t protest as a baby.
Maybe that’s why he didn’t protest either when Mukuro came to get him. Maybe that’s why he stayed, when Squalo and Bel-senpai stole him away in the night. He never struggled, that’s for certain.
At this point in his life, it’s more than clear: Fran is not the one moving, he’s the component that stays in place, until others move him. Like a coffee cup, lifted from the cabinet, filled, drunk from, and when the liquid was gone and only the bitter suds remained, they rinsed him off to be drunk from by the next person.
So when he woke up, like this, in Hibari’s body… He just went with it.
It’s not strange. Not at all.
Fran has no home, has no place where he belongs, lives his life like that cup until it falls and shatters.
So why, oh, why, must Hibari look at him like that?
Those are his own eyes staring back at him, and pity tastes like burned toast.
Fran’s never been shy about spitting food he doesn’t like out.
Hibari has never been shy either, about biting people to death or otherwise. If there was a time he might’ve clutched his mother’s skirts, then it was an act from a past, long-forgotten life. (The blood, though, he never forgot. Neither did he forget his uncle’s face when he came to Namimori to visit his sister, only to find out the Triads already visited and left him a little present in the form of her dead cold body and a deeply traumatised, disturbed nephew.
Fon is the one who coaxed him out of the forest, wild as an animal, raw and hurting and if there’s anyone who understands what it’s like not to belong, it’s Hibari.
The difference between the pineapple’s green apprentice and him? Hibari has learned the world will never change, not unless you make it. Fran… Took one look and was content to remain where he was, shoved and passed around by others. Too lazy to lift a finger, or perhaps, too sad.
He doesn’t know what it’s like to have your mother’s still warm blood on your face, to watch her mow down two men with her, telling you to run because those bastards can’t have the satisfaction of killing you both.
Would it have cost her so much to tell him that she loved him? …Would it have changed a thing?
Hibari has calmed down. He is a murderer, he is mafia. He is Namimori’s protector, he is Namimori’s demon. He has a fire in his soul, but his soul is not a fire, and his bones are deep, dark and old.
He is the forest to Fran’s pine tree, mirror image of what could have been and perhaps, a vision of the future.
Neither of them are interested in that.
Fran isn’t even interested in getting his own body back- but Hibari is, because Fran is short and does not have the proper muscles for tonfa wielding. Also, Hibari isn’t going to be an eighteen-year-old snot again, so that’s that.
Now. To get the carnivore into line.
Receiving memories from ten years in the future, just a month or two, didn’t feel like gaining memories- no, it felt like losing them.
There was nothing stranger than a ten-year gap between your current self and the one you remembered there being in the future- you were that person, yet not, and it messed you up.
Nobody had expected the effects to reach this far, though.
Chrome’s eyes flit through the room. Nothing unusual ‘bout that. She did that- it was a thing. Fran wants to bash his head against the door, until it’s good and bloody. This is absolute hell. Whenever he snaps back, somehow, she’s right there, next to the Boss, painting his toenails as he did hers (how she survived he had no idea, but then again, she had been Mukuro-sama’s apprentice, and it showed). Whenever he snaps forward- like an elastic, boom, back into Hibari- she’s somehow in front of him, all purple hair and… and…
Squalo, that filthy traitor, called Fran out on his blushing.
God have mercy on him.
(Hibari offers to beat him up next time they swapped, and Fran doesn’t know how to deal with that either. Is Hibari defending his… honor? Feelings? Saving his own skin by making sure Fran didn’t do something stupid like getting killed over his hormones? Nah, too much effort, and Hibari knows that.
…Doesn’t he?)
Maybe in another world, Mukuro came after Fran. Maybe in another world, Fran learned to fight. Maybe in another world- but there is this world only, and Fran must live in it.
‘’Then live and fight, carnivore.’’
There are many things that Fran has learned by now, and though sometimes Hibari’s body feels more like home than his own, how sometimes his skin itches as if he doesn’t belong in his own body… Fran is home. In Namimori, where the sun shines, where Kusakabe keeps a watchful eye on him, where Sawada Nana smiles knowingly and gives him a juice box and a snack for on the way. The Varia halls are still cold, but somedays, Boss’ smirks just shy of amusement, somedays, Squalo looks at him and speaks a little softer, somedays, Belphegor saves dessert for him. Other days, Lussuria drags Levi and Fran shopping, and they bond over sore feet and Lussuria’s happy smiles.
…For the first time in his life, Fran is not content with being a coffee cup, and Hibari seizes the moment and exploits it.
He’ll teach the child how to sharpen his teeth yet.
Fran is fifteen, still a child, and maybe, just maybe, it’s going to be alright.
Omake:
Somewhere, Fran just knew, Mukuro was laughing his ass off.
As far as Hibari was concerned, all Fran needed to do was cease getting kidnapped.
Hibari didn’t give a damn about the stained glass. He wanted his fucking body back, and preferably before he did something like accidentally slit the green carnivore’s wrist on said stained glass while bursting through.
Why did the baby carnivore get kidnapped again? Hibari needed to reconsider Fran’s carnivore status like yesterday.
Title: Climbing Scales (Falling Down) Author: OnceABlueMoon Rating: T Pairing: Bluebell/Kozato Mami/Yuni
Tags/Warnings: Mentions of murder
Summary: ‘’I grant miracles, but I cannot return any person from the death, for it is not my realm.’’
Oh.
Bluebell looks up.
Yuni-no-mikoto bites her lip. ‘’But I can help you find the one who is able to grant your wish. The thing is, I am certain this miracle will not be performed without a price.’’
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Written for the @khrrarepairweek Day 5 - Rain Day: Mythology AU | Handcuffs
The western temple is not a dark place, but it feels like it. The white walls shine with the power of the Goddess, the same colour as her robes. The windows, large and bright, are like eyes staring into the woods, keeping watch. The trees rustle as Bluebell takes in the red roof tiles, and the daunting, twisted iron spires.
She takes a deep breath, and treads the muddy path towards it, her naked feet digging into the earth below. She needs the reminder.
Mami is with her, even if only in spirit.
Some would call her stupid. Some did call her stupid. But Zakuro is not the one who Bluebell answers to. He can scoff all he wants, but Bluebell has gotten herself out of the hole seeing the bottom of her empty wine glass. She has gotten up, has begun walking. Even Byakuran, who Bluebell does answer to, could not have stopped her.
He didn’t even try, though. That was a good thing. A good thing she clutches to her chest right along with the last sliver of hope she has left.
The Goddess is the answer. She must be.
She curls her hand around the doorknob, the wood of the stairs creaking below her. She inhales, exhales, and pushes the doorknob down.
Time to ring the bell. Time to make a wish. Time to ask for a miracle.
Title: The Ghosts of Yesterday (the Insane Wait) Author: OnceABlueMoon Rating: T Pairing: Daniela/Skull
Tags/Warnings: Mentions of insanity and murder
Summary: ‘’You’re gorgeous, even in death.’’
Daniela huffs. ‘’You were always overly romantic.’’
Skull throws back his head and laughs. ‘’As long as Timoteo remains alive, sweet, I’m alright with it.’’
Skull meets with the ghost of his late wife, Daniela di Vongola.
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Written for the @khrrarepairweek Day 4 - Lightning Day: Fantasy AU | Superhero AU. This is a gift for @operaeagleicelynlacelett ! <3
Skull feels the caress of her fingers on his back when he walks through the streets. Daniela’s everywhere he goes- there is no escaping her. Not that he wants to. Skull has become so used to her presence by now that her absence would be akin to missing a limb.
The streets are deserted at this hour, nobody out to notice the Vongola Ottavo, risen from the grave. It wouldn’t have mattered either way, the only one beside him who’s ever seen her like this is Luce, and Aria and Yuni after her.
Skull might have gotten his body back, returned to his own flesh, but the sunlight still filters through Daniela’s translucent form.
‘’Do you regret it?’’ she asks.
‘’You?’’
‘’Yes, me.’’
He takes a drag of his cigarette, offering one to her out of habit. She raises an eyebrow. He stuffs them back into his pocket, sighing. ‘’I suppose. I should, I mean.’’
She chews on her lip, tucking a lock of grey hair behind her ear. Here and there are still black strands visible. She was barely pushing the sixty when she died.
‘’Why’re you asking now?’’
She shrugs. ‘’Talkin’ ‘bout the weather gets boring.’’
‘’I don’t regret it. Killing you, my dear, was beautiful. Blazing fire, till the end. The single most magnificent murder I’ve ever committed,’’ his eyes gleam in the light of the sundown, ‘’You’re gorgeous, even in death.’’
She huffs. ‘’You were always overly romantic.’’
Skull throws back his head and laughs. ‘’As long as Timoteo remains alive, sweet, I’m alright with it.’’
Daniela’s eyes glide over the gate they’re approaching, the Vongola crest in iron above the gravel driveway. ‘’He’ll die before you, you know. Your work will be in vain. Choosing him over me will be in vain.’’
He raises his hand, reaching for her cheek. ‘’Darling, choosing to kill you in order to give our son all these years has been more than worth it. I love you, but no more than our child.’’
She sighs, raking her nails lightly over his collarbone. ‘’You never did indulge me.’’
‘’And you never did try to restrain your bloodthirst.’’
He leans forward to kiss her, but his lips meet only air. She’s gone. He’s alone with his cigarette smoke, burning stub between his fingers. He inhales deeply before crossing the threshold, gravel crunching beneath his feet.
Perhaps Daniela wasn’t the only one insane one in their marriage.
Title: Gasoline Rain Author: OnceABlueMoon Rating: T Pairing: Yamamoto/Xanxus, Daniela & Xanxus
Tags/Warnings: Mentions of suicidal feelings
Summary: Yamamoto Tsuyoshi was a former assassin, and he had a son. Undoubtedly a prime candidate for guardianship. Xanxus checked out the top dog in Namimori before making his move.
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Written for the @khrrarepairweek Day 3 - Sun Day: Enemies to Friends to Lovers | Secret Relationship AU Both prompts were used.
Sometimes, when Yamamoto was blue, he began to melt. Drip drop drip drop drip. A boy raining sadness.
Drip drop, drip drop.
Sometimes, Xanxus melted too. But his meltdowns were like gasoline; They set the world on fire. It took only the slightest spark to ignite him. He discovered he was adopted. It was the lighter to his fuel, and he went to burn the whole place down. His father froze him in his footsteps, stifled his fire under layers of ice, and no matter how hot his anger burned, Xanxus could not break through. In the end, only one question remained: Did you ever love me?
Yamamoto almost melted off the roof, rained off it, but Sawada Tsunayoshi caught him within his mouth and swallowed him down whole. Yamamoto became the rain in his sky, and for all it did not mean stability or even complacent, feeling someone engulf his life force at all times helped with the suicidality. Only a little, mind you, but only a little was enough to make him live.
Drip drop, drip drop. The ice melted off Xanxus’ body, water rolling down along the cold like rain as Squalo pierced the icy heart to reach him.
Xanxus remembered Bel- just half his height, standing at his hip. A lost child he had been at eight, yet relishing in blood, comfortable with Xanxus’ rule.
But Xanxus stood up from the ice, still sixteen years old, and the brat who was eight just two hours ago, says: ‘’Shishishi, the prince is now Xanxus’ age!’’
Xanxus could feel his control slipping through his fingers, his authority sliding through them like water. His eyes glid over his subordinates. It had been eight years. They had grown, but he had not, and they called him by name, not ‘’Boss’’.
Xanxus, sixteen years old and desperate, broke Belphegor’s nose for it.
Xanxus was the one in control. He was.
(Gasoline burns and burns and burns- see you stop a downed tank from flowing)
Title: Godslayer Author: OnceABlueMoon Rating: T Pairing: Lal Mirch/Luce Tags/Warnings: Kawahira, character death (not main characters)
Summary: If there ever was such a thing as soulmates, Luce and Lal were not it.
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Written for the @khrrarepairweek Day 1 - Storm Day: Soulmate AU | Body Disposal! I used all the prompts, if not like one would expect them to be used!
Soulmates
If there ever was such a thing as soulmates, Luce and Lal were not it. It might sound harsh, might sound like it wasn’t something they wanted, but Lal would gladly sucker punch every fool who thought she ever did something without giving one hundred percent. It was simply not in her nature to go halfsies- it was all in, or nothing.
One did not draw a gun without the intention to use it.
Luce was not so harsh. She went with the wind, like an autumn leaf drifting every which way. She wore her heart not on her sleeve, but kept it deep, deep within her. Oh, sure, she was willing to care for every heart entrusted to her, but share her own? …Such thing was not as easy.
The wind ran, even from its own emotions.
To say they were soulmates, the perfect whole of two halves, would deny the tears, blood and sweat this relationship had cost. It would dismiss the very thing that had made them to what they were- it would give destiny credit for the work they put into making this relationship work.
They were not soulmates. But, perhaps, they loved each other all the more for it.
Storm
The rain poured down onto the roof. Heaven’s floodgates had been opened, water washing into the city. Lightning flashed and thunder followed, like the deep and horrible voice of some creature unknown.
Yet, this was not the most terrible thing the night held.
Lal woke from Luce’s scream, the bed shaking with the very force of it, Luce’s shaking limbs gripping the sheets as if they were the edge of the cliff. The last thing she could hold onto, before falling to her death.
There was not a thing to do but embrace her.
‘’You can’t go on like this.’’
Sobbing into Lal’s hair, heaving for breath, Luce could not help but agree. ‘’Lal. Lal. He will harvest us. Like cattle.’’
‘’Who?’’
‘’Checkerface. But his real name is Kawahira, the scorned lover of my great-grandmother.’’
Gathering her close, Lal breathed in through her nose, and exhaled carefully. ‘’Please start from the beginning.’’
Visions
‘’It is impossible.’’
Lal grabs Luce’s hand, her grip painfully tight. ‘’Then we make it possible.’’
‘’I have not seen a single future in which the world survived if we did not become the Arcobaleno!’’
‘’And? You also told me Sepira did not see her death at his hand! Luce, he is playing God!’’
Luce chokes back a sob, arms hugging her swollen stomach. ‘’He is playing god, and god you cannot defeat.’’
Thunder rises within Lal, something utterly ugly, yet clear as lightning. ‘’Then I’ll be a god slayer.’’
Cackle
Bermuda laughs in her face when Lal finally meets him, but at this point she has gotten the rest of the Arcobaleno to dance to her tune, however grudgingly.
They come up with a plan.
(Seven jars with pacifiers in them, and the Vindice will guard them forever)
Deicide
His fall should have been that of a God, a glorious battle of good against evil. Down with the old gods! The people would’ve sung- or well, those who even knew such a battle took place. But killing is not glorious, Lal knows, and the Arcobaleno-that-almost-were are not the types to sing
It should’ve been deicide, for a man who made so many suffer over the span of centuries, but it is not.
In the end, this is Bermuda’s greatest revenge. Kawahira died a mortal man.
Body disposal
The clot of earth makes a hollow thump as it tumbles down onto the corpse. Screams sound in the distance as Lal wipes her brow, leaning against the shovel.
She’d rather be with Luce right now, but Kawahira’s body is not even halfway covered yet and she does not trust the fucker to stay dead unless she buries him good and deep and by herself.
Kawahira’s white kimono disappears beneath the dirt she heaps onto him.
Her daughter is being born, and with every new clump of dirt on top of him, Lal knows.
Kawahira will never touch her. Aria is free.
