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KHR Rare pair week 2020
Day 2:Old Gods| Scars
Tittle: These scars the pain carved.
Paring: Rokudo Mukuro/Gokudera Hayato.
Rating: T
Summary: He found an image he never thought he had ever seen. Something like that was almost impossible to conceive, to the point Gokudera could feel his body freeze, and his nerves stop working as if someone had pressed the off button for his movements.
Since when did Mukuro possess so many scars?
Warnings: Scars, mafia past, a lot of cursing from Gokudera part, Implied/Referenced torture (for the theme itself, you know).
(I know it is so late, but my computer hate me)
Ok so Im going to take this chance and go wild: GiottoxMukuro + Bad Vongola AU
UM. So, I sort of just sat on this last one cuz what even lmao. I checked AO3 and omg this ship exists??? but there’s like just two fics under it. But alright, here’s my stab at this very random pairing, it doesn’t even quite get all the way to a pairing, but I gave them both page time and at least you gave me something new to try XD Sorry it’s so late.
ALSO YAY I FINISHED ALL TEN
Poisonous
((Quick note! This is a baby fic from a fictober challenge I did last year. I decided to post some on here just to keep the blog active when there aren’t asks! There’s odd formatting because I’m on mobile, but I hope you guys enjoy anyways :) ))
Bianchi notices the sheen of the tea immediately, but although her heart gives a giddy little flutter, she doesn’t say anything.
Liquids are reflective; they shine in the light all the time. The little green twinkle she spotted out the corner of her eye could just be from the sunlight streaming in through the sliding door. She doubts that it’s what she thinks it could be.
But she keeps an eye on the cup as it moves from Fuuta’s hand to Mukuro’s just in case.
She can’t help the delighted gasp she lets out when Mukuro is suddenly on the floor coughing and heaving.
“Wha-Mukuro!” Tsuna straightens up in his seat and cranes his neck to look over the coffee table at his fallen guest, eyebrows knitted together in worry and confusion.
He does not, however, leave his seat to check on him. “C’mon, shake it off.” he says, fairly certain Mukuro’s not going to just drop dead. “You’re strong.”
Fuuta, who was halfway out the door when Mukuro started choking, presses the tray they’re holding hard against their chest and looks down at Mukuro in shock but not horror.
“Oh, Fuuta!” Bianchi gushes, pride welling up in her eyes in the form of tears as she looks down at them, placing her hands on their shoulders. “You’re a natural at poison cooking.”
“I-I didn’t try to poison him.”
“I know,” Bianchi says, pulling them into a warm squeeze as she looks on at Mukuro’s suffering with a pleased smile on her face. “Making poison cooking this painful without it being deliberate? Oh, you must be a genius.”
mukuro when kokuyo gang asks why chrome is joining them
Kindness is a Kitchen Fully Stocked
Title: Kindness is a Kitchen Fully Stocked Author: OnceABlueMoon Rating: G Pairing: Gokudera Hayato & Rokudo Mukuro Prompt: Day 4: Age-Regression/De-ageing for @khrrarepairweek
Summary: A new Bovino invention turns everyone but Tsuna and Hayato into children. Hayato comes to some startling realizations.
''This is the frightened little boy that Mukuro tries so desperately to cover up with his insanity. The boy Hayato can only see because he himself is still a desperate, hungry child inside. Hungry, hungry and longing.
It’s the hunger that often kills kids like them. It’s the longing that makes them think that fate might not be so bad.''
Day 4 - Lightning Day: Age-Regression/De-Aging | Deity AU
Mukuro, the personification of Death, and Byakuran, (“The Destroyer,” angel of the abyss and king of Sheol, the realm of the dead) zir Angel of Death.
Chapter 348 in a nutshell
Lol same I willingly give my younger siblings up to assassins
Preview for the KHR zine!
‘’Kaa-san? Who’s this?’’ A boy, about fourteen years old, stood in the kitchen door opening. Large brown eyes blinked.
Mukuro clapped in his hands, ‘’You must be Tsuna!’’
Frowning, the boy nodded, sitting down at the table and picking up his chopsticks, starting to shovel food into his mouth. ‘’And who are you?’’
Mukuro beamed, and leaned forward, pinching his grandson’s cheeks. ‘’I’m your grand-père!’’
My preview for the @hitmanrebornzine Omerta! Mukuro is the reincarnation of Nana’s father and comes to Namimori to sow some chaos ;P
kinda wanna make some shitty khr comics rn
Future Tsuna destroyed Vongola rings, this is my headcanon about exactly how he did it.
do you think tsuna’s ever proud of having the second most wanted mafia member on his team
As @akira-daiyamondo-suta pointed out in a comment, Chrome is the #1 most wanted and Yamamoto is #3. Mukuro is not happy about the fact he’s far lower on the list.
Also, whether Tsuna is proud of his family depends on the day, or more accurately, how they have acted that day. He loves them all no matter what, but most of the time he wishes they’d act just a little better. Or at least not destroy so many things. That costs money and generates paperwork. And no, the girls are not exempt from this. Although they generate less paperwork and property damage, they still make sure that anyone let alone with them longer than 30 minutes needs therapy. (Yes, Mukuro is a woman in this case.) Hana is his only ally. As Vongola’s lawyer, she’s about the only other person in his whole family with an interest in keeping down paperwork. (…he still can’t say no to anything they genuinely want.)
Court of Flames
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?!’’
Disclaimer: I don’t own Katekyo Hitman Reborn.
My fic master list here.
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.
Go away, Mukuro