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Fake dating au, where tsuna needs a partner to stop a new upcoming mafia threatening their friends and families, there not pinning for each other…yet~

Fake dating trope has a hold of me recently, I apologize for my horrible writing skills.

I THOUGHT SLIMES WERE SUPPOSED TO BE LOW LEVELED l Day 3: Isekai AU l 0027 - Tsuna/Enma

Otherwise known as “my totally original idea to have a normal person (Tsuna) transported to a fantasy world where he causes problems for the poor fantasy world native (Enma) stuck helping him” featuring a plastic bag from the local mart

@khrrarepairweek

~Meet me on the Horizon~

Rarepair Week Day 2 - Old Gods AU

I haven’t drawn this children in a while, I’m so sorry

For khr zine my friend modded

maybe we are from the same star.

- for blue ✿

@haikyuumon THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL! THANK YOU SO MUCH! ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

@i-w-p-chan LOOK!!!!

The space between

Warning(s) : Titanic AU! Fem!Tsuna! Enma×Tsuna! The author doesn’t know what she’s writing! Would you believe me if I said this was inspired while I was coincidentally sitting with my family while they were watching Titanic! AGAIN! Enma is being slightly horny in this and Daemon is just…Daemon but meh… who cares about him anyway! I fully blame my friend @i-w-p-chan for this! she’s the one who let me think about this pairing! and this one is actually dedicated to her! and oh, yes… there’s Slight Angst here! 

Disclaimer: I don’t own Katekyo Hitman Reborn. 

Tsuna meets him at an unusual situation.

She runs, runs and keeps on running in the middle of the night on the deck of one of the biggest ships in the world. She’s breathless, yet she doesn’t stop. She runs without any regard to any passenger or any curious, prying eyes. She doesn’t stop herself this time. She doesn’t care about the consequences this time around too. She just can’t take it anymore. She wants her suffocating life to end. She wants to die. Perhaps death will at least be good to her. Tsuna wants to be away from her dysfunctional family. She wants to be away from her mother’s expectations and her father’s ambitions and senseless constraints on her person. She wants to be as far away from her influential, fearsome fiancé and his obsession over her (and why is she the only one who can see the signs? the truth of what the man’s true nature is? Daemon is so obvious in his goals, it makes her sick to the bone when no one else can see it!) So she runs, turns into a corner that leads to the stairs. She ascends the stairs that leads her there, to the aft of the deck where she sees her finishing line and without any hesitation, she holds the cold metal and climbs. She looks at the abyss and finds the abyss looking back at her. Now all she has to do is to let go and free herself, except-

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

A quiet voice startles her from her thoughts. She turns around and sees him for the first time. Spiky red hair and striking red eyes that seem to see right through her. peculiar but still irritatingly non judgemental.

“Don’t do it!”

“Stay back!”

Surprisingly, their relationship has undergone many changes since their first encounter.

They become friends, then lovers despite their class differences (or is it because of that?) It’s so easy to forget all about her problems and focus on her present, about what the future may hold for her like Enma always does in the most fascinating ways. He draws passionately. He dances beautifully with her and laughs joyfully when she interlocks their fingers together. Enma teaches her alot of things (despite the things he knows sometimes are odd; like that spitting contest during their acquaintance with each other and embarrassingly even more when her mother catches them in the act with her friend!) He teaches her all the tricks. He teaches her about life, things small and simple, yet can bring her happiness that makes her heart race with excitement like nothing else no matter how insignificant these things are. Kozato Enma is breathtaking. A fresh air; so open minded, so sweet and gentle in his body language and touches that it’s so overwhelming for her sometimes.

“Enma, I want you to draw me wearing that necklace… only that one!”

He turns his head and looks so surprised at her before he gets up and kisses her lips fervently while grinning through it at her playfully.

“My pleasure!”

Ah. She’s right then. Enma is such a passionate man. 

And so the exalted ‘Titanic’ sinks into the nothingness.

The stern of the ship they’re riding on stills in the air as a last standing moment for a few seconds before it continues its voyage deep down, quickly fading into the nothingness. All that while Tsuna and Enma hold onto each other tightly, waiting for the inevitable impact.

‘‘I love you, Enma!” 

“I love you, Tsuna!” 

The cold water is as unforgiving as ever and leaves no one in its wake to doubt its harshness. Actually, it leaves you with no choice but to submit to its reign and whispers sweet dreams until you close those pretty eyes of yours under its influence. No one is struggling anymore. No more panicking passengers. No more chanting or praying to God anymore. No more crying children or weeping mothers. No more chaos. Everything ceases to move after a while; only frozen bodies and dead silence around her. Daemon, she hopes, is residing now at the bottom of this ocean (only him!) but she doesn’t know if  her parents survived or not ( yet she hopes they’ve survived!) though Enma stops talking to her too (Enma stops talking! Enma stops moving! Why isn't she doing something? Anything! she feels so numb!) his hand is still holding hers and she can’t help but to tear up at thought of  letting go of it…of him. The only reason that makes her answer the calls of the lifeboat is the promise Enma entrusts with her. She’ll never forget; to live her life to the fullest without any regrets. She’ll never forget him. he’ll always be in her heart.

“Miss, may I have your name for the records?” 

She looks at the sky, then smiles and answers :  

“Kozato… Kozato Tsuna.” 

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@makesomehassel

‘‘ Daemon is so obvious in his goals, it makes her sick to the bone when no one else can see it!) ‘‘ 

Daemon as the fiancee is INTRIGUiNG!

Their first encounter was startling, but very beautful! And then this switch:

‘‘ Surprisingly, their relationship has undergone many changes since their first encounter. ‘‘

It’s masterful! The change of narrative makes it even more interesting!

‘’Kozato Enma is breathtaking. A fresh air; so open minded, so sweet and gentle in his body language and touches that it’s so overwhelming for her sometimes. ‘‘

This description took my breath away- so incredible!

“Kozato… Kozato Tsuna.” 

SO BEAUTIFUL AND YET SO SAD

Horizon, Prompt 67-69

Note: and here we have a variety of AUs featured :D I saw that I’m going to hit #69 in this chapter and had to do something… special ;3

Also, blame the barista thing on P5 :D

Warnings: Blushing Enma (You Know What That Means :3), The Broad, Blood, Knifeplay (Is It Of The Sexy Kind? Read To Find Out).

Disclaimer: Don’t own KHR.

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#67| Chain

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The chains rattled and Enma stilled in place, one of his hands grabbing a hold of Tsuna’s shoulder while the other covered Tsuna’s mouth; Tsuna himself had returned the favor for him.

The two kids made sure to stay quiet as the Vindice guard passed by their hiding spot without paying them attention.

The carefully made sure not to sigh in relief until long after the guard was gone, and even then, they kept the sound muffled under their hands.

A few minutes later, when they knew for sure that the guard wouldn’t be passing their position again, they crept out of it and continued on their way for their escape.

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#68| Barista

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“I think this is going to be my favorite café from now on,” Tsuna said, his chin resting in his hands as he his eyes trailed appreciatively over the barista’s broad shoulders.

“Oh?” The barista looked surprised before he ducked his head, a blush creeping up his neck, a shade of red that rivaled the barista’s hair, “That’s good to hear! I mean, a new regular and all…” The barista trailed off and cleared his throat.

Tsuna sent him a sly wink as he raised his cup of coffee to take a sip, and the barista’s blush darkened.

Good coffee and a cute barista, it was a win-win.

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#69| (Booty) Call

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“Does this mean I’ve become your booty call for the particularly kinky things?” Tsuna sighed morosely as he fiddled with the hem of his over-sized sweater with the hand unoccupied with a bloody knife, “At least no blood stained my sweater? You should tell me next time you wanted to experiment with knifeplay, so I’d get prepared accordingly.”

“It was a spur of the moment decision,” Enma assured him, “And I thought booty calls were about sex?”

Tsuna blinked at Enma before he turned to look between the bloodied knife in his hand and the corpses under his feet before he looked at the knife he’d thrown to Enma, who unfortunately wasn’t experienced enough with avoiding blood splatter.

(And damn, blood looked good on him.)

“What’s the difference between sex and murdering thugs who thought they could ambush you and your boyfriend while out for a joy ride? They’re both enjoyable.”

Enma blinked at him and smiled fondly, “Oh, you.”

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End

Horizon, Prompt 58-60

Note: almost forgot to update, oops?

Warnings: Poking Fun At Reborn’s Disguise Skills Like The Good Fangirl I Am, Mentions Of Tsuna’s Driving, Being Tsuna Is Suffering.

Disclaimer: Don’t own KHR.

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#58| Self

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Tsuna looked at himself in the mirror and scrutinized his appearance, “Are you sure this is going to work?”

“No,” Enma responded from where he was sitting on the bed, cross-legged.

Tsuna turned sharply towards Enma and walked over to him in a brisk pace before he put his hands on Enma’s broad shoulders, “Thank you for existing, sweetheart, and thank you for being the voice of reason I desperately need in this chaotic mess of a life I lead.”

“Don’t be so dramatic, Dame-Tsuna,” Reborn piped up, casually sipping his coffee, “Of course it’s going to work.”

“You have me dressed as Vongola Primo! How would they not notice that it’s me?!”

Reborn sniffed imperiously, “You were taught the fine arts of disguise under the hands of the world’s best master of disguise, moi.”

“That’s exactly what I’m worried about!”

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#59| Ride

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“Need a ride, handsome?”

Enma baulked at the sight in front of him; there was Tsuna, seated in the driver’s seat of a car, with sunglasses on his face.

“What?”

Tsuna tilted his sunglasses down and peered at Enma from above their rim, “Want me to give you a ride, pretty boy?”

“You’re driving?” Enma asked, trepidation filling him.

“Of course.” Tsuna scoffed, as if the answer was very obvious.

Enma paled; he was going to die.

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#60| Plan

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“And that’s the plan!” Tsuna beamed at Enma, who smiled shyly back before he ducked his head.

“You got it?”

Enma nodded, and soon, he was pulled along by Tsuna’s hand clutching his own.

The two kids rushed as fast as they could, with the occasional stumbling and tripping, to the bridge in town.

Just like Tsuna had informed him before, there were stray cats under the bridge.

The two kids looked at each other before nodding in determination and looking back at the cats.

Hibari-kun’s birthday was coming up soon, and they were sure he’d love a cat.

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End

Horizon, Prompt 55-57

Note: Enjoy some fun 0027 tidbits because I have a feelsy P5 shuake fic to post afterwards.

Warnings: Hair~, Paperwork.

Disclaimer: Don’t own P5.

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#55| Anger

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Enma sometimes took her paperwork home (because doing her work in her office did become boring after a while, yes, Adel, that was a thing that actually happened).

She would never admit that she personally made sure her girlfriend was playing her videogames when she did bring work home.

And if anyone caught her, she’d say something about how beautiful Tsuna looked while entranced with her games.

(She wouldn’t get caught dead admitting that she was procrastinating, no sirree.)

The most fun times were when Tsuna would get angry and hurl her controller at the screen.

“What happened?”

Tsuna curled up into a ball and let out a loud whine, “They killed my favorite character off-screen, Enma! Killed him off off-screen!”

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#56| Hair

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Enma repressed a chuckle as her girlfriend just sleepily nuzzled into her, refusing to wake up.

“Too early,” She mumbled, and Enma smiled.

As Tsuna drifted back into sleep, Enma allowed her fingers to card through Tsuna’s long, thick hair.

It didn’t take long before Enma’s fingers started to wiggle inside Tsuna’s hair and pick hair strands to braid together.

Tsuna would be in for a lot of untangling when she eventually woke up.

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#57| Escape

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Enma and Tsuna peered from around the corner.

“I don’t see him.”

“Neither do I.”

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, let’s.”

As the two prepared to continue their daring escape from paperwork, a familiar high-pitched voice was heard.

“And where do you two think you’re going?”

“Shit! He caught us! Run!”

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End

Horizon, Prompt 53-54

Note: prompt #54 has genderbent 0027~

Warnings: Attempted Cinderella AU That Went Off The Rails.

Disclaimer: Don’t own KHR.

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#53| Apologies

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“Ah! My apologies!”

Tsuna looked up at the wall, well, the human wall he slammed into, to see a tall, broad-shouldered red head stare at him with worry.

Tsuna blinked and observed a blush creep up the other guy’s neck and stain his cheeks.

“It’s okay.” Tsuna smiled at him to ease his worries and the red-head’s blush intensified. He suppressed a chuckle; how cute.

“Please, uh, allow me to help you up.” The red head looked apologetic as he bent down and stretched a hand towards Tsuna.

“Oh, thank you.” Tsuna grasped the offered hand and the red head hauled him to his feet.

“Again, I’m sorry.”

This time, Tsuna allowed his chuckles to slip past his lips, “You can let my hand go now, you know.”

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#54| Clock

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Enma didn’t expect to enjoy the ball thrown for the crown prince, her brother, to look for a future partner, but there she was: dancing and laughing with the cutest girl she’d ever seen in her life.

Her brown hair was a mess on top, curling and flying like a flame, adorned with jewels glowing reds, yellows and oranges. Her amber eyes glinted under the moonlight, and her wide smile was the most gorgeous thing Enma ever had the honor of witnessing.

But then the clock chimed, indicating midnight.

“Oh no! It’s midnight!” Enma’s dance partner looked horrified, “I can’t believe I stayed this long! I shouldn’t have stayed out here this late!”

For a moment, Enma was shocked; was her angel a Cinderella? It didn’t matter; Enma wouldn’t let her go that easily without a name, magic or no magic dressing her up.

“You don’t have to rush off I’m sure we can work this out!” Enma pleaded.

“I’m sorry!” Enma’s mystery partner raised the hem of her dress, and Enma fought the urge to stare at her legs, “But I was supposed to be here to chaperone my brother and make sure he gets back home before midnight because if he did stay out this late he’d-“

She was cut off by the screams that came from inside the dancing hall and she sighed dejectedly, her shoulders slumping, “Oh god, it started already.” She gathered herself and bolted to the hall, shouting, “Giotto di Vongola! Stop it this instant or no cake for you!”

Enma was left in the dust, staring in the direction of the hall with a hand on her chest, trying to still her furiously beating heart.

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End