#KHRHP

[onceabluemoonwrites]

for the wip ask: crimson

For this ask meme

You’re in luck! I’ve got two of those, for Change Is The Constant! Which is actually one of my few published WIP’s, inspired by a plotbunny from @shadowblayze , for those who don’t know it! 

Because these two make very little sense on their own, I just went with the paragraph. 

They hearShisui’s footsteps coming down the stairs before they see the older boyhimself. Harry’s legs hang limply over his arms, held in bridal style. Histhroat is bare, neck supported by the arm, but his head falling backwards. Itmakes him look terribly small, his sickly pallor startling, and even the veinson his eyelids are clearly visible, a sharp contrast to the blood tricklingdown from his scar. Sometimes, a drop falls onto the stone floor, leaving atrail of crimson stains behind.

- Change is the Constant, scene at the end of the First Year, which I have almost completely written out, despite still not having finished the middle of the year (don’t judge me)

The Uchihahad this legend about their demon eyes. Of the deal made with the devil, of howthey could not rest in peace until their crimson orbs were just as gone as thebeat of the heart in their bodies. How they would be forced to watch helplesslythrough the still living eyes- their suffering and pain feeding the monsters ofHell.

- Change is the Constant, probably Second year/maybe third. It’s a loose scene I wrote out because it portrays an important aspect of Harry and Shisui’s deep sibling bond. 

[i-w-p-chan]

But the Cookies!

Summary: An unexpected visitor arrives at Vongola HQ. Just another day for the Vongola.

Warnings: Language, Tsuna and Enma being cute AF together, The Cookies.

Disclaimer: Don't own.

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Tsuna and Enma were curled up on one of the couches in Tsuna's office; it was their break and they were planning on spending it by just relaxing.

The quiet atmosphere was broken by a black and green light that silently struck through the air like lightning and then disappeared leaving behind a person gracelessly sprawled on the floor.

The person picked themself up as Tsuna and Enma watched curiously, not sensing a threat from the unexpected visitor.

The newcomer turned out to be a guy around their age (early twenties) with messy black hair and a pair of brilliant green eyes behind wire-rimmed, round glasses.

He blinked at them, "Terribly sorry. Inter-dimensional misplacement. Job hazards. You know how it is."

Tsuna smiled, "I feel you. I once woke up in a different dimension, very much female and very much engaged to Xanxus." He made a face, "No offence to Xanxus or anything but I'm 100% committed to Enma."

"Oh." Enma blushed as he looked at Tsuna.

"Mmm." Tsuna turned to look at Enma and smiled softly at him.

As the two stared at each other, showing no sign that they were going to be doing anything else for a while, the newcomer cleared his throat, "I'll just… go. Find the kitchen. Maybe make some cookies."

The two paid him no heed as he awkwardly averted his eyes and left the room.

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Hours later,

Tsuna and Enma walked down one of the corridors arm in arm and holding a plate of Harry's, the newcomer's, cookies, and each of them nibbling on one.

"Ah, Harry." The two came to a stop in front of Harry who looked at them inquisitively.

"I hope you liked the cookies."

"They're delicious, thank you." Enma smiled, blushing, as he looked at Harry from underneath his eyelashes.

As Harry was about to reply, there was a light just like the one that brought Harry. The light deposited another person. This time, the newcomer looked exactly like Tsuna.

"Hey, Tsu!" Harry smiled, "What are you doing here?"

Tsu launched himself at Harry, "Harry! There you are! I thought something bad and/or strange happened to you. One can never know with your luck, and I am the one saying that."

"Chill, nothing happened."

"Are you sure? You didn't accidentally start a rebellion or a myth or a religion?"

Tsuna cleared his throat, "Last I saw them, the Varia were building a shrine to your cookies."

Harry raised an eyebrow, "Crazy."

Tsuna nodded solemnly, "I know, right?"

Enma sighed, "Tsuna, you're the head priestess."

Tsuna waved his cookie-holding hand, "Details."

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Extra

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"Head priest Xanxus, we have failed to acquire the Miraculous Recipe and convince the Great Creator to extend His stay."

"Head priestess Trash, you fucker, you're supposed to be our top negotiator."

"The Great Creator's Watchdog did not like the way shrine keeper Enma was eying the great Creator."

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End

[rayshippouuchiha]

I think the khrhp fic is black shy by umei no mai

nice!

[onceabluemoonwrites]

Cavity

Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn & Harry Potter

Summary: On Bermuda and the creation of Dementors.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Katekyo Hitman Reborn and Harry Potter.

AO3

Warnings: Graphic violence, some cursing.

Once upon a time, Bermuda was a lovely little boy, who liked the gleam of steel and the red, red, red of blood against the white of bone. Then the murders began.

He’d never liked the taste of human flesh- too similar to chicken, he’d tell his prey. But the rats? Oh, they loved the feast.

Nibble on it, they did, in the corners of his little alley with their yellow teeth gleaming in the low light. Disease crept through their fur like a vulture swooping down on a carcass. They hunched like birds of prey too- signs of imminent death all over them.

The rats were ravenous, but Bermuda only needed dead men’s gold to pay for his meal. He slid his grabby hands into their pockets and fished the clinking coins out with quick fingers. It left brown smudges on the silk.

He could’ve taken his victims’ wallets, but he liked stealing better.

It kept him on his toes.

Checker Face rips his flame from his body, and it’s like lightning, like fire, like his every inch has been set aflame, nerves screaming, crying, keening at what has been done to them. Agony courses through his veins. Acid burns them through.

His skin is crumbling, his lips dissolving, sucking the air out of him like a vacuum until he can’t breathe. Oxygen leaving his cells and he’s drowning a thousand miles underneath the sea, the water pressure’s weight so heavy he can’t even describe what it feels like. Or perhaps he can- like starved rats gnawing on corpses and the will to live.

Humans do not last long without a soul, and he isn’t foolish enough to think it was anything else Checker Face stole. Flames are curious, so irrevocably bound to their owner that their bodies decay, unable to continue existing, when they are ripped away.

He wants to hack. He wants to slaughter. He wants to take Checker Face’s neck, choke him, and break it with a snap so loud, so harsh that it will pulverize into pieces so little his moronic, ever-smiling servant could search for his bone slivers for the next thousand years and still not find them.

He thirsts for slamming nails into his tormentor’s hands, making him wail in wretched pain. Bermuda wants to pierce the masked man’s skin, steel through soft flesh, and watch the blood seep out the festering wound, staining the man’s white clothes forever.

He’d wait for the blood to dry- to watch his victim’s unmasked face twist in agony, before gouging his eyes out with his very own hands and spit in the cavities left behind.

And he is going to no matter what.

His skin quits flaking off, his blood continues to boil, but he gets up and crawls, stalking Checker Face at every turn.

He’s hungry, so hungry, and he fashions himself a soul made of dolls left behind in pools of blood, pacifiers trampled beneath heavy feet, a little boy’s anguished cries and the nibbling teeth of the rats in a New York alley way.

He is a demon, but he’s not satisfied with that. He’ll be the goddamn devil by the end of the day.

His stomach is empty. A cavern, so hollow, so endlessly echoing only hunger.

They all feel it, he and the ones he rescued from their own rotting corpses. He knows the smell of decay, and gunfire powder sure as hell ain’t it.

Decay smells like autumn leaves under a tree- wet, damp and dark. It’s green, then brown, until the flesh has turned to dust and only bones are left. Decay is an infection, it crumbles from within and leaves nothing behind.

But they don’t die.

Bermuda made sure of it.

It makes the Vindice hungry, all of them, and some days, Bermuda thinks his stomach is going to rise up from his throat and devour him alive  (he’d gorge on his own damn stomach if it tried to feast on him before he got his revenge).

They’re so empty, lacking even the desperation to fill it. The hunger is an instinctual drive, but no food can sate it, because the dead don’t digest, and the cavity stays empty. Their stomachs are bottomless pits. Try throwing a stone down there- you’ll never hear it land.

Flames are delectable, echoes of the souls they no longer have. The Vindice run off white hot anger, the embers in the hearth, burning their fingers all the while, but still holding on to the scorching coals, blisters coating their palms.

Flames, souls, maybe…. Maybe they would fill the void.

Sometimes he wonders how it would taste- just a little lick of flame, just a small bit of juicy, sweet life-essence. But he doesn’t.

The Vindice who do taste the forbidden fruit lose their minds, chasing their hunger ever more. Sucking out humanities happy memories by their mere presence alone, a black hole, all empty, never completely filled.

They’re still dressed in tar-colored cloaks, their corpses remain maintained by the eight flame, but they’re lost, abominations. Not Vindice anymore. They call them insane, dēmens, and eventually, Dementors.

They guard a prison because they have been doing so for eons- just as instinctual as the hunger by now.

…Bermuda does not know anything other than vengeance and hate. The idea of happiness is foreign to him. He craves, famine spreading through his tiny starved body with every breath he takes.

(They suck souls. He loathes them, the animals they are)

Hunger is a monster, hiding in the closet, like the secrets he buried in Azkaban.

But Bermuda?

He only hungers for revenge.

[i-w-p-chan]

I.W.P-chan’s WIPs

(updated on 28th of September, 2017)

- KHR Fire!Mage!Tsuna AU (559 words)

- DMC inspired KHR AU (1064 words- original draft: 2367 words)

- KHR Hunter AU (1528 words)

- KHR! The Game (749 words/ KHR fic)   Part 1 - Part 2

- KHR Norse Myths AU (5716 words)

- Revenge/ chapter 16 (130 words/ KHR fic)   LINK (FFN)

- Sawada Tsunayoshi, Capo di Tutti Capi (1624 words/ KHR fic)  Plotbunny

- La Nostra Ora E’ Incisa Sull’Anello (647 words/ KHR fic)

- YOIKHR crossover/Reincarnation AU (5049 words)

- Deadbeat (371 words/ KHR fic/ plotbunny adopted with permission from wolfsrainrules)  Deadbeat by wolfsrainrules (FFN)

- KHRPJO/HOO Crossover (672 words)

- 001827 Fic (667 words/ KHR fic)

- Mama Bear (341 words/ KHR fic)

- HPKHR Crossover/ MasterOfLife!Tsuna AU (634 words)

- KHR Dream/Time Travel AU (1824 words)

- KHR Thread!Mage!Tsuna AU (321 words)

- KHR Time Travel AU (3830 words)

- KHRHP Crossover/ Tsuna-Goes-To-Hogwarts AU (1110 words)

- KHRHP Crossover/ set in the TYL arc (768 words)

- Cutest Sibling Rivalry (327 words/ KHR fic)

- KHR Spiritual Side of Namimori/Reincarnation AU (525 words)

- DC/CC Inspired KHR AU (182 words)

- KHRHP Crossover/Reincarnation AU (129 words)

- KHRHP Crossover (212 words)

- KHR AU set in the Sky ring (202 words)

- KHR Outsider POV AU (589 words)

- KHR Female Majority AU (280 words)

- KHR Time Travel via Bazooka AU (1608 words)

- KHR Surprise Fic (344 words)

- KHRGSNK AU (46 words)

- KHR Reincarnation AU (1307 words)

- KHR 0027 Soulmate AU (1177 words)

- KHR, Varia Secretary!Tsuna AU (718 words/KHR fic)

- YOI Magical Girls AU (146 words)   Plotbunny

- YOI Past Souls AU (423 words)

- YOIFFX/X-2 Crossover/AU (1029 words)

- Y!!!OI: The Game (228 words/ YOI fic)

- YOITS AU (767 words) 

- Soul Journey (1063 words/ YOI fic)

[i-w-p-chan]

I have a word document that has notes for a KHRHP crossover, I titled the document ‘tsuna and harry elope together’ 

I can’t stop smiling at it

[i-w-p-chan]

I have a few HPKHR crossover AUs in mind. I wouldn’t mind sharing if anyone wants to know.

By the way, all of them are HarryTsuna. All. Of. Them. because I’m a trashy HarryTsuna shipper

[i-w-p-chan]

tagged by @hraap

List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on.

*is forever thankful that she already had a WIPs list even though that list hasn’t been updated since September*

I don’t have titles so suffer with me

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KHR

Fire mage!Tsuna AU DMC inspired AU Hunter AU KHR! The Game Norse Myths AU Revenge Sawada Tsunayoshi, Capo di Tutti Capi La Nostra Ora è Incisa Sull’Anello  Deadbeat Hibari, Your Kinks are Showing Mama Bear Dream Time Travel AU Thread mage!Tsuna AU Time Travel AU Cutest Sibling Rivalry Spiritual Side of Namimori/Reincarnation AU Detective Conan inspires AU Sky ring space AU Outsider POV AU Female Majority AU Bazooka Time Travel AU Surprise Fic GSNK AU Reincarnation AU 0027 Soulmate AU Varia Secretary!Tsuna AU Horizon

YOI

Magical Girls AU Y!!!OI: The Game Totally Spies AU Soul Journey

P5

And Now for a Rebirth Hair Fic Hey There, Stranger Metaverse Dweller AU PT Leader or Not, Akira is Akira. a.k.a the Akechi Thirst AU [Redacted]  Oh, B[r]other... Welcome to Shujin Connections - Expansion Pack

Crossovers

Take II KHRPJO AU KHRHP Master of Life!Tsuna AU Tsuna Goes to Hogwarts AU KHRHP, TYL arc fic KHRHP reincarnation AU KHRHP OT3 fic YOIFFX/FFX-2 AU Nasty (?) Mafia/Crimeboys BleachP5 Reincarnation AU

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I think that’s all...

I think...

tagging: @ladyhallen @cremenebula suffer with me @makesomehassel @operaeagleicelynlacelett @metronomeihear