#katekyo hitman reborn fanfiction

[luki-fanfic]

Gokudera and Yamamoto deal with their longer term body swap.

---

I'll be honest, I don't think I'll be completing this one. My goal in April was to update every fic I had active, and even with this chapter already halfway written I had to fight it the whole way through. I haven't even watched KHR in a very long time either, which doesn't help.

We'll see what happens, but if I scrap it, I'll put up a summary of how it was supposed to end. For now, at least this baby arc is done.

[drowning-in-daiya]

Twisted Ties: Chapter 1: A Threat to be Wary of

Vittoria Bellincioni is the heir apparent of the Bellincioni family, in the past a noble house in Italy, now a prominent family in the mafia world. 15 turning 16, she's set to debut in society and participate in the family's inheritance trials to prove her power and worth as the future leader. However, threats, unbeknownst to her, lie in the shadows and she is forced to Japan for her safety. There living amongst the twin she never had the chance to meet and a branch family of the Bellincioni, she encounters strange characters and circumstances that expand her world more than she could have ever predicted. Join this tale of growth, betrayals, grief, love, and affection between friends and family in a KHR retelling following a new cast of characters!

Notes: Characters are aged up and the story will parallel the arcs of KHR. Also, references to technology and current events take place around 2023 and not when the original story was set. Assume OCs are mixed/black. Warnings, relationship tags, and characters included will adjust as chapters are posted. There will be eventual violence and mentions of child abuse. Trigger warnings will precede the chapter including themes that may be uncomfortable for readers.

Posted on ao3 and here because I know personally sometimes I don't feel like following a link outta tumblr and just won't read something if it's linked like that 💀  Anyways enjoy!

“Donna, the princess’s life is in great danger.” Dark eyes flicked to the figure on her right, then scanned the five other faces seated at the table. All wore grave faces at the news. Her guardians took the heir’s safety seriously and looked ready to go to war. A small smile cut her face. 

“Is that so? Care to elaborate, Gia? That’s quite the bombshell you just dropped.” If the others were disconcerted by her carefree reaction, years of training and service schooled their features to not reveal such feelings. 

“Of course, Donna. I’ve received numerous reports that a small group has plans to assassinate Princess Vittoria. It seems they wish to cripple your line before she can ascend to the head of the Bellincioni. It’s well-known the line only passes to women, so your three sons are of no consideration. With Vincenza’s removal from the family and position and your preference for Vittoria to Aurelia obvious, they know you have no one else close to ready for the position. And we’re old now, Contessa.” Gia, her closest guardian and friend, rarely used her name in official meetings. 

         Contessa looked into the face she’s seen for over fifty years, now decorated with crows feet and fine lines. Once bright and energetic in their youth, her eyes were now clouded with a deep layer of weariness. She understood too well what was left unsaid. When Vittoria and Aurelia were born sixteen years ago, it was risky even with the best doctors practicing modern medicine and their witchcraft combined. Now at fifty-nine the time for trueborn heirs was well past for her. Besides, she herself didn’t think she’d have the luck to produce another one on par with Vittoria’s innate powers. She was her special creation. 

         She steepled her fingers at her mouth and considered. After a moment she spoke. 

         “You all are far too busy with responsibilities to the family to personally care for her. If someone is making moves and making no effort to hide their intention, it’s possible they have something in hand that makes them confident they can carry out an assassination even with her behind heavily guarded walls. It’s possible they even have an inside contact. We need to consider safety measures for the heir,” she said. The room darkened at the suggestion of a mole in the family.

         “Surely my spies would have found anyone cowardly enough to sell out their family before this,” Lauretta, her guardian who specialized in shadow magic and presided over the family’s espionage activities, said. Her affronted tone suggested offense at the leader’s implications. 

         “Are you saying I’m wrong? Can you with 100% confidence tell me you can guarantee every member of this family’s loyalty?” There was a dangerous edge to Contessa’s question. 

         Lauretta opened her mouth but hesitated to speak. The Bellincioni family was vast with many branch families under its purview. With the turn of the 19th century into the 20th, it had undertaken efforts to expand internationally and now held many businesses outside the main mafia family. She’d be a fool and a liar to say yes. 

         “I’m sorry, Donna. I would never suggest you were wrong. I merely meant a spy in our ranks would have trouble hiding for very long. But perhaps I am overconfident in my own abilities. I apologize profusely,” she said with a deep bow, forehead centimeters from the table. Contessa let out a light laugh.

         “Of course. I know you and the others are deeply loyal to me, and the family too. You above all demonstrate it every day you toil to protect us in your shadows,” she said. Lauretta looked up with a prideful smile. “Though, it is Gia bringing this news to us, and not you. So wouldn’t that suggest there is a flaw somewhere in your ranks?” 

         Lauretta’s deep colored skin paled to a sickly gray. Apologies spewed forth and a tremor shook her so hard her teeth clacked. Contessa looked on placidly. The other guardians kept their gazes fixed to the table in front of them. Some clenched their jaws and swallowed their words; others hid smiles at the plight of the youngest in their ranks. 

         “Oh well,” she sighed. “Perhaps this goes to show how formidable the enemy is. Calm now, Lauretta. I do not blame you for your oversight, nor any of you for not discovering this sooner. What is important now is deciding what’s to be done. Gia, is there any information to go on to find these villains?” Contessa asked. 

         “Unfortunately, there’s not. It’s all tentative right now-”

         “That’s not like you bringing half-assed intel to the table. If it’s tentative, then it’s not certain there’s a hit out for her in the first place. We shouldn’t panic or make big moves until there’s more definitive information,” a sharp voice interrupted. Eyes swiveled to Zelmira, the group’s fire user, who sat with hands linked behind her head. She raised a brow and curled her lip in a sarcastic smile. It wasn’t unusual for the fire user to oppose Gia. She took it in stride, however, and leveled a cool look on her. 

         “Any threat to the princess’s safety is of the utmost importance, no matter how tentative the information is,” she said. 

         “I’m not saying it isn’t. But Vittoria is to debut in a month. The mafia world is holding its breath in anticipation of the little Bellincioni princess who’s been hidden away all this time. Isn’t the timing of this supposed plot a little odd?” Zelmira asked. 

         “Quite the opposite. When better to strike than during such a big moment for the family? It would be a devastation to lose our last heir so close to her inheritance trials and they know this.” Another voice, Amara who usually ran interference for the two, piped up. 

         “There’s still Vincenza.” Silence enveloped the room. Despite the warning looks thrown at her, Fiorentina sat tall and kept eye contact with Contessa. 

         “She lost her status as heir years ago, though,” Amara said. She chanced a glance at their boss whose eyes pierced Fiorentina’s.

         “I know she made her mistakes in that messy affair with the Vongolas, but she was a child. I’m sure she’s grown since then and is regretful of her choices. And she’s powerful in her own rights. Unlike Aurelia, she has access to her earth flame. And she practices earth magic to boot. I’ve heard she demonstrates great mastery in her work with the Varia.” Her voice was impassive as she spoke, not revealing what she truly thought of her words and suggestion. 

         “Sixteen and out in society is hardly a child. She was set to hold her trials in less than a year, just like Vittoria. And are you keeping such close ties on one who betrayed their family?” Gia asked. 

         Zelmira scoffed. “I’d hardly say participating in a coup in another family warrants the title of betrayal. In fact, if it had succeeded, we’d be praising her instead.”

         “It didn’t, though. It was an illogical move that threatened our relationship with the Vongola. A woman who lets a man drag her down like that deserves no leadership position.” It was rare for Contessa to speak of Vicnenza who, though just her niece, had obviously held a special place in her heart. Even when Vittoria’s powers became evident and the potential for her growth immeasurable, Contessa held fast to Vincenza as heir flouting tradition. For a woman who holds fast to the customs of the family like her life depends on it, it was a shock to say the least.  Even more a shock when that affection shattered so easily eight years ago. Since then, she hadn’t uttered a word about the girl. 

         Fiorentina’s spirit magic could sense the volatility of Contessa in that moment even though the other kept a careful, blank face. She wanted to push back but knew it would be futile. Eight years was not enough time to cool her anger. 

         “What about Aurelia?” Sienna’s lazy voice floated through the tense air. 

         The guardians all looked uncomfortable and waited for someone else to name the elephant in the room. 

         “Well, if she had access to her earth flame and magic core, maybe…” Amara weakly said. 

         “Not to mention she hasn’t received any of the necessary education for leadership over the Bellincioni,” Gia added. 

         “And if she didn’t look like a carbon copy of her father, maybe she’d be considered,” Zelmira said with a laugh. She tilted her head when the others regarded her in silence.

         “What? I’m just saying the quiet part out loud. Aurelia was cursed to look like Emilio, God rest his soul, and lost at the outset. Her lack of power was just the icing on the cake. Thus, the poor thing was exiled to Japan with those weak-willed Palladinos.” 

         It was no secret the animosity between wife and husband in their surprisingly long union. But to speak of it and claim it as the reason she would never be heir was gutsy, even for Zelmira. The implication that Contessa would be so vindictive to a child for who she looked like was a dangerous one.

         Surprisingly, Contessa said nothing, though. In fact, she looked suddenly contemplative. 

         “Sienna,” she said. The woman languidly looked towards her boss. 

         “Yes?”

         “You said before you’d heard Reborn was heading to Japan? Do you know what for and where?”

         Brows furrowed in confusion, Sienna thought back to what she’d heard from a lover. “The Vongola head sent him there for his heir, I think. It was Nani- no maybe Namimori. Why?” Sienna couldn’t fathom why the boss cared for the hitman. Sure, he was talented and famous across the mafia world. But the Vongola had a claim on him. A burning curiosity began in her, especially when Contessa smiled at this.

         “Timoteo’s heir? It seems he’s scrambling after the deaths of his sons. But that’s good news and the greatest of all coincidences,” she said. The guardians looked at each other. 

         “Donna, I’m sorry but I think you’ve lost us,” Amara said. 

         “Aurelia and the Palladinos are stationed in Namimori. Correct, Donna?” Gia asked, though it was less a question and more a showoff that she knew where their boss was heading with this. 

         “Yes, they are. Vittoria will be sent there immediately. I’ll send a message to Reborn to ask if he’d look out for her. Fiorentina, prepare everything she will need for the flight and in Japan. Gia, go and inform her and Carina to be ready within the hour. Zelmira and Lauretta, prepare a security detail for the trip. I want Zelmira to stay and brief the Palladinos and set up safety measures in Japan, but after, come back. The Palladinos are adept enough to handle most issues and know the protocols for those outside their purview. Until the threat is neutralized, she will continue her education there. Perhaps it will be good for her in the end.” Contessa rapidly issued her instructions. 

         “Why send her away? Won’t that put her in a vulnerable position?” Zelmira asked though she was already tapping away at her phone issuing her own directions to her underlings. 

         “Vittoria has never been seen in public. If a decoy stays here while she’s sent secretly away, it’ll keep whoever is targeting her off her back, hopefully until we can discover and destroy them.” Gia said. 

         “But why Japan? Surely not just because that hitman will be there?” Sierra asked. 

         “Obviously not. It’s a plus he’ll be there, but it’s more to do with the Palladinos. They’re easy to forget, but when Sienna brought up Aurelia, it reminded her they have some usefulness. Right, Donna?” Lauretta looked expectantly to Contessa, hoping for praise for her understanding of the boss’s mind. 

         “Reborn and I have some history, so I’m sure he’ll care for her even during his mission,” she said, but she looked distracted. Lauretta’s shoulders slumped at being ignored.

         Fiorentina stared at the head, an inkling that something was missing here but unsure what. She caught Gia’s eyes, the right-hand seemingly appraising her like she was appraising the boss. She inclined her head and stood. 

         “I will have everything settled within the hour, Donna.” Without another look at either, she left the room. The others took their leave quickly after until it was just Gia and Contessa. 

         “Will you not see her off?” Gia asked, though she was sure of her answer already. 

         “No need. I have some things to take care of and I trust you’ll explain it well enough. Try not to frighten her. Matter of fact don’t tell her why she’s going at all. Wouldn’t want her to worry over nothing,” she said and swept from the room. 

         “Yes, boss,” Gia said to the empty space.

[eternal-bruh]

Stato di Natura Series KHR

Our Thing

Complete, M-rated, 500k+

Summary:

Blood, Family, Honor. To be part of the Sicilian Mafia – of the Honored Society – that has written itself as maybe history's most famous one is a goal that has many aspiring criminals putting everything on the line to achieve it.

For the man who stands at the top, it is just about like any other Thursday – juggling his responsibility, his enemies and his allies is a tough feat when you also have to watch over the most powerful organization standing in the world's shadows.

The future writes a solid anthology of the Mafia's greatest attributes that culminates into a veritable collection of subversive feats which will, ultimately, find their target in only one person and one family.

The Vongola Decimo works hard, but the malicious madmen of this world work harder. Usually against the Vongola, of course.

And Sawada Tsunayoshi hates them all so much for it.

Blood Feud

Complete, E-rated, 200k+

Summary:

Freshly returned to his own time, Sawada Tsunayoshi finds himself unable to put off the large-scale conflict against the Drago famiglia anymore. Consequently, the ones who will play crucial roles in the upcoming months must be summoned, informed, and released back into the wild. Operation Civil War must be put into motion, the enemy must be thoroughly investigated, the Vongola famiglia's allies must be gathered, and the Sisters must fall. With such a long list keeping them busy, it's no wonder that they have their hands full, and yet the beginning comes off unexpectedly easy. Why? Because first -

First, the Vongola must fall.

More TBD!

[dreaming-hibi]

So what have I been doing since I woke up?

I've been taking screenshots of Tsuna's room trying to figure out the layout

because it's DIFFERENT FROM THE ANIME AND THE SKETCHES WE HAVE OF IT

[mylifeisalieandididntknow]

Crossover idea of the day

John wick x KHR

Skull De Mort is John Wick reincarnated. He wanted a life of peace, of getting to be human and free in a way that he never has been. He takes the chance and joins the circus.

Looking the other way when he happens to see something that hints at the criminal empire.

He is dragged kicking and screaming into the world's strongest. The Arcobaleno, I Prescelti Sette and makes it everyone's problem. He refuses to be the world's greatest hit man. He chooses to be the world's greatest stuntman instead as the biggest f u to checkerface.

Death retired him dammit.

Anytime someone tries to get him to kill, he throws the biggest tantrum. He acts so childish anyone that knows him would cringe and shoot him dead.

Then someone tries to kill Oodako.

Que John Wick Rampage

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: “Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.” In which Ienari was picked to be Decimo instead of Tsuna, but that’s okay because Tsuna was always destined for bigger things than being a mafioso.

Author: @seitosokusha

[myrmyrtheorca]

DISCLAIMER: English isn't my first language, I apologize in advance for any spelling or syntax mistakes on my part. If you feel like something in my posts isn't clear and wish to correct me, please do so through DMs! I'll be more than happy to learn and improve.

Dividers by: @/saradika, @/saradika-graphics

Ocean dividers by: @/firefly-graphics

Masterlist banner by: @/saradika-graphics

Navigation banner by: @/saradika

Killer Whale. (Ao3 profile) [A Katekyo Hitman Reborn Fanfiction]

LAST CHAPTER: ACT 1, Ch. 8 - The Abyss that Gazes Back [03/10] NEXT CHAPTER: ACT 1, Ch. 9 [ETA 31/10]

Character sheets: Myr (old ver), Lidija (old ver.), Anemone (old ver.), Tristam

Info sheets: Pallid Flame, found note

Tags:

#khr killer whale for anything about KW

OC tags: #myr killer whale, #lidija killer whale, #anemone killer whale, #tristam killer whale, #cavalieri family

#myell's mini haul for merch hauls

#myell thinks for headcanons and general KHR thoughts

#myell draws for doodles and artworks made by me

#ask the myell for ask games/answers

General info:

Ciao~ my name is Myell, my pronouns are she/her and this is both my personal blog and my fanfic's archive! Have a fun stay 🩵🦈

Killer Whale's chapters are normally released on a three-weeks schedule, so to give myself the time to translate and edit them without rushing. Still, be on the lookout for a post here or through #fanfic updates if anything needs to be delayed. Doing my best! Thank you for your patience ✨

Project Killer Whale (name to change? fuck it we ball) is a retelling of the canon story with the addition of a few OC elements, mainly the protagonist and her context. I don't have a beta reader. It's my first ever full fledged fanfiction, and it means a lot to me.

I'm always open to feedback and questions about my work, so do not hesitate to contact me through asks or DMs if you need to!

All the art I post is made by me (unless stated otherwise, like for comms posted with the artist's permission).

Ask box:

open and more than willing to accept any kind of questions, OC asks, questions about KW Project or KHR in general, ask games, questions about if Myell has eaten mold again this week

[ishomoogoo]

i remember reading a KHR fanfic called White Chocolate (i may be wrong) where tsuna possums his way both out of a situation, and into another one (full on stops his heart and lungs purposefully). i want to read danny doing that.

it'd make me chuckle

[kurumi-igarashi]

If you know this anime--- Sheesh.

[social-muffin]

Henlo Khr Tumblr! Here's another Skull-centric fic to add to my track record!

Relationships:

Fon & Skull (Katekyou Hitman Reborn!), Arcobaleno/Arcobaleno (Katekyou Hitman Reborn!)

Additional Tags:

Skull-centric, BAMF Skull, Skull is a Good Bro, Protective Fon, Skull is related to Fon, They are kind of brothers, the Arcobaleno do not know this, Skull gets tired of everyone's crap very quickly, Skull is a Hibari by blood after all, Extra Cloudy Skull, Passive aggressive Skull, Sadistic Skull, Self-confident Skull, the Arcos won't know what hit them, They love Skull whether they realize it or not

[khr-guilded-cage]

A bad manipulative father and a victim mother that he lowkey coerced into marrying him for her power is a weirdly common plot

I wonder if we have any gender bend version?

[drowning-in-daiya]

Twisted Ties Chapter 2.5: Home Tutor Vittoria

Author's notes: Mentioned self-harm and child abuse.

After school the next day, Vittoria and Carina stared at the phone held between them, a sweatdrop on their foreheads. 

“This is…” Disbelief laced Carina’s words.

“Mm,” Vittoria agreed. 

The directions Aurelia had forwarded from Reborn didn’t include street names. Indeed, it hardly had any words on it being a map drawn with crayons. A large X marked their spot at the front gates of the school, the words ‘Start Here’ labeling it. Vittoria wondered if Reborn was playing with them, but quickly discarded the idea. As a respected hitman, surely, he wouldn’t resort to silly pranks. 

He is a child though…perhaps a colorful map is more in line with his inclinations… she thought, still finding it hard to wrap her head around a baby being a famed hitman. 

“Well, let’s head out. We shouldn’t be late,” she said. 

“Yes, princess!” Carina loudly said. “But, I wonder why didn’t go home with him? Why follow map?” 

The two took a right turn and Vittoria thought on this. It was a good question, something she hadn’t stopped to ponder herself. 

“I’m not sure…” she admitted after another few minutes of walking. No matter which way she thought about it, she could see no reason to not offer meeting at school and walking together. It would have made things much simpler. 

She looked down at the phone and realized she hadn’t kept tabs on when and where they’d been turning. Her heart thudded as she looked around at the unfamiliar environment. The lack of labeled streets on Reborn’s map made it impossible to figure out where they were and which direction they should head in next. She came to a stop at a crossroad. There were a few drawn on the map, but she couldn’t tell if this was one they turned at or continued straight. An uncomfortable, fluttery sensation settled behind her ribs. 

“Princess?” Carina turned and looked from where she’d continued forward when she realized Vittoria was no longer by her side. She looked up from the phone hoping she wasn’t displaying the panic she felt. 

“I was just checking the map. I believe we should turn left here,” she said. Carina looked doubtful for a second, brow creased as she glanced back at the direction she’d been heading. When she turned back, though, an agreeing smile was in place. 

“As you say, princess!” 

And so, the two continued like that for a time, taking the turns Vittoria suggested. She thought she saw a house they’d passed fifteen minutes ago and felt her panic ratchet up. 

“Princess, much further?” Carina asked after they’d walked another ten minutes. Vittoria looked at the phone again. She was taken aback to see her hands trembling. 

“Princess??” Carina had seen them too and reached out as if to take them into her own. She caught herself and her hand stopped short, dropping after a moment. “What matter?” she said instead. 

“I– it’s nothing. I just needed to double check the map again but we’re still good–” she looked up into her friend’s pale green eyes. The concern she saw on Carina’s face drew her words to a halt. Where she’d expected doubt, maybe even judgment, for she knew Carina had to be aware they’d been walking in circles at this point, there was nothing but worry for her there. Shame coursed through her. But alongside that came some determination to admit her folly.

After all, what kind of leader would she be if she couldn’t admit she was wrong? In the last few days, she’d encountered numerous situations where she realized she had misguided ideas about how the world worked. This was no different, she reasoned. 

You can’t grow if you don’t allow for mistakes.

Not something her mother had told her, but the words of her sister from last night when she’d confided her worries to her floated through her mind. The warm embrace that accompanied her statement was reassuring and something Vittoria had rarely experienced so far in life, and never from her mother. 

“We’re lost,” she said simply. Carina cocked her head and then looked around. 

“Ah why say that?” she asked, confusion written plainly on her face.

“Because I lost track of where we were going a while ago. I didn’t want to worry you by saying so, but that’s just made a bigger mess of it.”

“I wouldn’t have been worried. If princess is by me, nothing to worry about! Unless it’s about princess,” Carina said with a confident smile and her closed fist slightly raised.  

“We’re lost in a foreign country, Carina. We’ve never walked these streets and don’t know where we are. That street name over there means nothing to us,” she said a little frustrated by the other’s optimism.

“We could call Aurelia or Vivianna or Mr. Palladino and tell them street we’re on. They know how find us!” Carina countered, notably leaving out Alessia in her list of reliable people. Vittoria paused. She hadn’t considered doing that. She was embarrassed by this oversight.

 “But even so, we’re late now and we’d still have to wait for them to fetch us and then take us to his house. I don’t even have Reborn’s number to tell him what happened.” 

“That’s okay. I can get us back,” Carina said proudly.

…….

“What??” Vittoria exclaimed.

“I know how get back to right place. And I know map, so I can get us there,” she elaborated.

“Why didn’t you say anything?!” Frustration burst across her face.

“I-I trusting princess to know! I’m sorry,” Carina said meekly, shoulders scrunching in.

“Why would you just trust me to know?” Vittoria was baffled by the complete trust Carina had in her. She knew her friend was loyal, but considering they were both new to this land, wouldn’t one voice some concern at some point?

“Because princess is heir of Bellincioni, and is so smart and is good leader, so I trust you!”

“You shouldn’t! I don’t know what I’m doing, and I’m not ready to be a leader at all. I’m no good, Carina. I still have so much to learn and just keep uncovering more and more every day. It feels impossible that I’ll ever be ready to lead the Bellincioni at this rate. Since coming to Japan, I’ve realized how much I lack, and I hate this feeling!” By the end of her outburst, Vittoria felt close to tears. She dug her nails into her palms. The pressure wasn’t the same as the riding crop mother used to correct her emotional control, but the pain was enough to pull her back to normal. 

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let my anger take hold of me like that. It was irresponsible and–“ 

“Did princess have such feelings while I didn’t know?” Tears ran freely down Carina’s face. “Why didn’t you tell me? I’m your friend and guardian. I don’t want you to suffer in silence,” she said. 

“A leader shouldn’t burden those she leads with unnecessary emotional baggage.” This was in the top ten rules her mother had engraved in Vittoria’s mind from the moment she could understand language. 

“That’s stupid,” Carina mumbled, glaring at the ground between their feet.

“What?” Shock pulsed through Vittoria. Carina had never said something contradictory like that. 

“I’m sorry princess, but that’s such a stupid way of thinking. I don’t care if your mother said it or not. A leader can’t take on every burden or eventually they’ll be crushed under its weight. Even more, a friend shouldn’t keep what they’re feeling from the people that care about them. We’re supposed to share each other’s worries and support one another, not keep it all bottled up. Unless,” she clenched and unclenched her jaw like she was chewing on her next words, “princess doesn’t consider me a friend? If that’s it, I understand. I won’t beg you to come to me every time you feel bad. But as a future guardian of the Bellincioni, please rely on me more for your concerns about family business.”

It pained Vittoria to see Carina doubting their friendship. “You are my friend. You were my first and closest confidant. I was excited when you came to us. Even in the beginning when you held yourself away from me I–”stark realization hit her as she remembered that time Carina had just arrived.

She didn’t know her circumstances, but it was obvious she had gone through something to close her off to everyone. She was emotionless and silent, like a doll with an empty, faraway gaze. It took a long time and insistence from Vittoria and Zelmira to open her up. Vittoria saw now she had been holding herself back like Carina had all those years ago.

 “I’m sorry,” she said quietly. Carina’s eyes widened. “I’m sorry I made you feel like I don’t consider you a friend. I have not been a very good one to you, lately. But I still cannot lean on you for every emotional disturbance I go through. A leader must rely on themselves first and foremost.”

“No princess that’s not–ouch!” rubbing the back of her head, Carina looked down and saw a Yen coin at their feet. 

“Speak Japanese.” Reborn’s head popped from a bush, and when he walked towards them it moved with him. 

What is he wearing?!? They both thought.

“Carina’s right, Vittoria. Leadership doesn’t mean facing everything alone. That’s why mafia leaders have their right-hands and their guardians. Without them, a family would crumble under the rule of one person without trusted confidants and advisors.” 

“But mother–”

“Still has her guardians and uses them. Despite whatever she told you, Contessa is not so arrogant to think she can rule alone. Even if it’s not all of them, there is at least one person she turns to,” he said. Suspicion gnawed at the back of her mind at his words.

“What is my mother’s relationship to you for you to make claims like you know her intimately? If you cannot answer me this, I can’t trust you to know what you’re speaking of,” she said.

He paused and considered her for a moment. “We share a history, but there isn’t anything you need to know deeply about it other than, if you asked her about it, she wouldn’t deny it,” he finally answered.

His assuredness and confidence stumped her, and she knew deep down he was telling the truth despite his black eyes showing no sign of feelings any which way about what he said. She sighed and decided she wouldn’t push for right now.  

 “Fine, I’ll take your word. I will consider what we’ve discussed later,” she capitulated to them sensing she was outnumbered. “But Carina,” she turned to her, “You also shouldn’t have just gone along with whatever I said. As we’ve seen, I can be wrong. I need someone who can tell me when I am,” she said.

“Exactly. Leaders who only have yes men surrounding them are doomed to meet their downfall one day without someone willing to lead them from the edge,” Reborn said, an air of solemnity surrounding him. 

“R-right! From now on, princess wrong, I will say so.”

“Good. You can give your opinions freely to me. I won’t think you less for them.” Vittoria smiled softly. Carina stared wide-eyed, a light pink dusting her high cheekbones.

It’s like a flower just bloomed!! She thought. 

“Now, would you like me to take you to Tsuna’s house?” Reborn asked. The two girls nodded vigorously. 

A short five-minute walk led them to a two-story house. Vittoria stared at it, intrigued by the simplistic design like the others she’d seen in the neighborhoods here.

It’s so small, not even as big as the garden back home, she thought. Even the Palladino’s home, much smaller in scale compared to the Bellincioni house, still covered a large expanse of land and did not have neighbors just on the other side of a fence. It was…different. 

Reborn led them inside and up the stairs after they removed their shoes at the doorway. When he cracked the door of a room open, a young teen boy’s voice trailed out, a whine apparent in it. 

“Where’d you go Reborn? I’ve tried answering the questions you left but I couldn’t understand half of what I read–” he cut off when he caught sight of the two girls in his doorway. A beat of silence and then two faces flushed cherry red. Vittoria backed away into the wall, hand covering the bottom part of her face while Tsuna turned to reborn and yelled at him about bringing strangers, especially girls, up to his room. 

“Are you okay, princess?” Carina asked. She’d never seen such a strong reaction and was completely thrown. “You know him?” she asked. Vittoria shook her head sharply. 

“Of course not,” she said vehemently. “I-I just didn’t expect us to meet in his room. It’s improper even with others around. I cannot step foot in there,” she said. She could feel the heat suffusing her face as she looked at the small space, discarded clothes and books strewn about on the floor, bed a haphazard mess of sheet and comforter, snacks littering the small table the boy’s work laid on. Her gaze landed on him again, and she studied his appearance. He was a small thing, hardly any muscle on him. Though he was sitting, he looked to be shorter than her. Most noticeable about him was his  wild mass of hair and large eyes, both a light brown. He was looking at her just as shocked. A fresh wave of heat flooded her head and she felt lightheaded for a moment. 

If mother knew I’d come close to being in the room of a boy, I’d be in for a world of pain.

“Is there anywhere else we can go?” she finally asked after somewhat pulling herself together. She schooled her features into a carefully blank look and addressed Reborn who’d changed into a pajama set at some point. 

“You two figure it out. I’m taking a nap,” he said from the bed. Immediately after a large snot bubble blew from his nose. The three teens stared in disbelief, then turned and looked at one another again. Strangely, every time their gazes met, she felt a fluttery feeling in her chest, different from earlier yet also similar in a way. She didn’t know what it was, but she wanted it to stop. 

She looked away and cleared her throat. “Well?” 

“Yes?!” he exclaimed. “Ah, right a place to study?” he said in a questioning tone. It seemed Reborn had not informed his charge the purpose of her visit. Vaguely she wondered if his omission and their needing to come separately to his house had been on purpose to shock the two of them…

“Reborn has asked me to be your speaking partner for Italian,” she said in answer to his unasked question. 

“O-oh, really? He didn’t tell me.” He threw a glare over his shoulder at the napping toddler. Then he gave a nervous smile when he turned back. “In that case, we can go downstairs and practice in the living room,” he said and stood. She took in his casual clothes and the way she could tell he was indeed shorter than her, the knowledge of which did something to her stomach, and turned away quickly. It was one thing to see the boys at school in their uniforms. It was a public place, and they were all wearing the same thing. But to see one in such an intimate space wearing unique apparel…it made her shudder. 

They followed him downstairs. When he sat at one end of the couch, she sat on the complete opposite, side pressed into the arm of the sofa like she wanted to sink into it. Carina looked between the two of them considering whether to sit in the middle or not. In the end she decided to plop on the floor. 

“What are you doing Carina? Sit on the couch,” Vittoria said panicked.

“I’m good here! You two conversation partners, I shouldn’t sit between,” she said with a wide grin. Vittoria thought maybe there was a hint of slyness in it…no of course not. 

“You can sit between us. It’s okay,” she insisted. 

“I’m good,” she repeated.

Vittoria regretted their earlier conversation and the newfound freedom Carina had in opposing her right that second. It couldn’t have come a few hours later?? 

Tsuna watched the two of them talk, head moving back and forth like at a tennis match. 

“Are you two foreigners?” he asked as the two stared each other down.

“Yes! Just came from Italy,” Carina said excitedly. 

“Italy? Where Reborn’s from?” 

“Yes, we are from the Bellincioni family. I am Vittoria Bellincioni, daughter of Contessa Bellincioni and heir apparent. This is my guardian Carina,” Vittoria said.

“Nice to meet ya,” Carina added.

“The Bellincioni? Reborn hasn’t told me about other families,” he said with a look of wonder. 

“Bellincioni one of top families! Us and Vongola allies, so we’ll help you out from now on,” Carina said.

He seemed to relax the longer they talked, smiling more naturally. Vittoria couldn’t though and wanted to get on with it so they could leave sooner. 

“Anyways, we should begin talking in Italian. I’ll come by every day and speak with you for an hour. How long have you been learning so I know what level I should adjust to?” she asked. 

He fidgeted in his seat. “Um, about a week?” 

“A week??” she said. What does Reborn want me to do with someone who’s only just begun learning? What could we even talk about?!

“Well Reborn just came here. Here’s my workbook,” he said and handed her a beginning level Italian workbook. Only the first few lessons were complete, written in a scrawling hand. It wasn’t a lot, but she relaxed some and thought they could manage something with this. 

“Hello. My name is Vittoria Bellincioni.” She decided introductions were a good place to start and ease into a conversation.

“I’m Tsunayoshi Sawada,” he replied. 

“How are you today?”

“I’m okay, and you?” 

“I’m fine. What did you do today?”

Here, he lost some steam and stuttered through a jilted account of his morning and time at school. She nodded along and kept eye contact to encourage him and show her patience while she listened, however she thought he seemed to become more nervous. She looked back at his workbook and saw his most recent lesson was on hobbies. She found she was interested in how he would answer.

“What do you like to do for fun?” She asked slower than she’d been speaking. Since it was from the latest lesson, she wanted to make sure he could understand what she asked. 

He perked up at this. Ah, seems the question was also interesting for him, she thought. It appeared he’d also practiced this answer quite often as his pronunciation was the best yet.

“I love playing video games!” he said enthusiastically. Vittoria’s brows creased.

“Video games? What is that?” He looked at her confused too wondering if he’d said it wrong. He repeated it back slowly but was sure he said it right. When he’d asked Reborn the words for one of his favorite hobbies, he’d paid close attention to the pronunciation. 

“A video game is something you play on the tv princess,” Carina said switching to Italian to explain smoothly. She quickly looked around for Reborn prepared for a flying projectile to hit her. When the baby was nowhere to be seen, she relaxed again.

“You know what a video game is?” Vittoria asked.

“Yeah! I’ve heard people talk about them before,” she said.

“I do not think I’ve ever heard of such a thing. Odd.” Vittoria mumbled.Tsuna watched their rapid exchange with an amazed look reminiscent of the kids from school when Carina slipped into Italian. 

“Do you have a video game here?” she asked him.

“Eh? Oh, yeah, I do. Do you want to see?” he asked.

“Yes, I’d like to know what I’ve been missing out on,” she said.

“Princess and I just got phones when got here, never seen video game before,” Carina added. It had been a shock to see the devices with so much information and content on them. Vittoria was still unsure how to do most things on it besides sending a message and taking calls. She had to admit she was upset when she found her mother kept an interesting device like it and the computers the others had from her.

“Really? What did you do for fun?” Tsuna asked.

“Most of the day was spent with the tutors, but when we had breaks, we’d go out into the garden to drink tea or search for unique bugs and snakes, maybe take a walk around…” Carina and Tsuna shuddered at the mention of bugs and snakes. Then his brows creased.

“That’s it? You didn’t even go out?” He couldn’t imagine living a life without video games or TV.

“Yes, there wasn’t much to do in the castle but assignments, training, or spending time in the garden. And we never left the castle.” He looked stricken and hopped up. 

“Come on! I’ll show you my favorite games. Since you’re helping me with Italian, I’ll teach you how to play,” he said.

He led them over to the stairs, but she stopped as he continued up.

“Is the video game in your room?” she asked haltingly.

“Yeah, it is,” he said. She stared at the bottom step, considering. She really wanted to know about it, but she couldn’t fathom entering his room. Tsuna looked back at her, and then slapped a hand to his forehead. 

“Oh yeah! Wait there, I’ll bring it out and set it up down here,” he said and rushed off.

“Is it not something large?” She asked Carina. She couldn’t imagine such a small boy carrying something so heavy downstairs, and the image of him tumbling down from a misstep made her heart constrict. She considered going up and sacrificing her honor to step in his room so she could help him. A few seconds wouldn’t hurt anything, she thought.

“Don’t know,” Carina said, interrupting her thoughts.

Before she decided to go up, he came back holding a small box with wires sticking out and controllers dangling from it. They watched him plug in the cords and then turn the television on. A start screen with characters facing off against each other appeared. He handed a remote to Vittoria who had to sit closer to him to reach lest she pull it out of the machine. She sat ramrod straight, muscles tensed. She swore she could feel his body heat across the cushion that separated them.

“Move that button and the cursor will move. Yeah, like that! You can press the x to select a character. If you want to look at their stats, press this one here,” he rambled off instructions quickly. Between their proximity and how he sometimes leaned even closer to point at the buttons to show her what he was talking about, Vittoria could hardly understand his rapid-fire explanations. In the end she chose whichever character looked strongest, a large man with bulging muscles and a fierce scowl set on his face. He even carried a large mace that looked impressive even in its pixelated form. 

Tsuna laughed to himself a bit and she turned to him, brows raised.

“What?” she questioned.

“Nothing, nothing. Let’s play!” And with that he pressed ‘start match’.

In the beginning he told her the basics for punching, kicking, blocking, and a few special moves that required only a few buttons pressed in a specific order. But as the game really got going, she found herself spamming any button she could touch. Moves flew out one after the other, some landing while others were blocked by Tsuna’s expert handling of his own character. The characters on screen let out grunts and triumphant calls and Vittoria found herself making small noises as well. Her eyes were wide, scared to miss a single second of the match. Eventually her health bar depleted completely, and the game was over. She found herself flushed again, a buzzing energy coursing through her. 

“What was that??” she asked turning to him.

“That was a near perfect victory,” he said laughing. She thought such an expression suited him more than the nervous one he’d worn when they first met and fought her own that threatened to mirror his.

That wasn’t what she meant by her question, but she found herself caring more about what he’d said.

“What does that mean?” she asked.

“It means I won with almost no damage. If you hadn’t landed a single hit, it would’ve been a perfect victory. It feels so good to get one of those,” he said sighing wistfully. 

“Why were you so strong? Your character looks much weaker than mine.”

“Well, it’s all about how you use them. Every character has their strengths and weaknesses and special combos that deliver higher damage compared to regular kicking and punching. Not to say you can’t take someone down with just that! There’re all sorts of strategies you can use which is what makes it so much fun. No game is the same.”

“I see,” she said staring at the screen in amazement. Her mother had never told her such a fun thing existed. I wonder what else she hasn’t told me. The thought flit past and guilt immediately filled her. No, there must be a reason she didn’t tell her. Perhaps it would’ve been counterintuitive to her studies and that’s why. Yes, she could see that since reborn said Tsuna was terrible school. It must be because of the game. Still…she couldn’t deny the appeal of it.

“Also, the character you picked isn’t really beginner friendly. He’s big, so he moves a lot slower than other characters, and it’s hard to get in hits and move away quickly when your opponent counters,” he continued.

Forgetting her thoughts from before, she perked up with curiosity. “Really?”

“Yeah. I mean it’s sorta like real life. If you’re big and muscly like that you’re probably not as fast as someone else, or something like that, I think. I-I’m not sure, actually. I could be completely wrong–“he began to doubt himself, hand coming up to ruffle through his hair.

“No, you’re right! That does make sense given physics. A larger object in motion is harder to stop or change its trajectory. It takes greater force to do so, thus making movements slower. A smaller object, or in this case person, can make faster adjustments,” she said. Red creeped across his cheeks, and he smiled self-consciously.

“Really?” he asked, a little shocked he’d said something right like that. Vittoria hardly paid attention to him, too busy studying each of the characters and their stats.

“So interesting to implement real world circumstances in something fake,” she muttered to herself. Tsuna felt something like pride well up in him at the fact he’d shared something he enjoyed with a girl and he she was so interested in it. In his living room. While they’re alone. A raging blush painted his face, now, and he whipped his head away from where he’d been staring at the side of her face. He met eyes with the other girl who’d also been studying Vittoria. She smiled and turned back to watching her friend.

Right. They’re not alone. The fact made him relax a little, but not by much.

The two continued talking about the world of video gaming, and Tsuna pulled more games out to show Vittoria. Carina tried them out too, but found she preferred watching the two interact (also fighting in game paled to fighting in real life, so she lost interest quickly). She’d never seen her so animated. Apart from her tearful meeting with her sister, Vittoria had been careful to maintain her emotional balance. But now, though not too different from before, there was a clear difference and an obvious interest shining in her eyes as she and Tsuna played against each other. 

“They look good together, don’t you think?” Reborn said at her elbow. She was surprised to hear his smooth Italian, especially after his insistence she speak Japanese. She figured if he was speaking it, it should be ok for her as well.

“Ah? Together?” she questioned. 

“Never mind it. It seems they can learn a lot from each other,” he said.

“Yes, she’s never shown so much interest in something before. Granted she never got the chance to be,” she said bitterly.

Reborn looked up at the girl and took in her lowered brows and curled mouth.

“Contessa wasn’t good to you?”  he asked in a low voice. She startled and shook her hands and head back and forth.

 “I didn’t say that! She…She gave me a house, a bed, warm food, good clothes, tutors to teach me when I didn’t know anything. It’s only because of her I can stand by Vittoria’s side as a near equal. It’s just…I didn’t grow up with access to much of anything, but she’s had even less it feels like sometimes. How does it make sense an heir to a powerful family doesn’t even know what video games are? Or who the world’s most famous hitman is? It’s just a little…” she trailed off and bit her lip, afraid she’d said too much.

Reborn hadn’t expected this girl, who seemed to blindly follow the Bellincioni like a loyal lapdog, to express such contrary feelings. It was obvious they hadn’t just appeared with today’s happenings either. Reborn felt there was something odd running through this family, but he’d dropped his ties with them long ago. It wasn’t his place to interfere. The best he could do is repay his favor by looking after the children of the woman he…

He forced those thoughts away and looked back to the two teens now huddled together on the couch. Their eyes were focused on the tv, fingers flying over buttons and toggling joysticks. Though he’d asked her over to be a language partner because she seemed laced tighter than how a tight lacer laced their corset in the 19th century, she’d somehow ended up playing video games…He considered interrupting them, but the picture in front of him was heartwarming in a way the hitman hadn't felt in a long time, and he couldn’t bring himself to.  

Just for today won’t hurt anyone, he thought. 

Chapter endnotes: 

Later that night

“And so you guys were just walking around Namimori without a clue where you were??” Aurelia said, mouth hung open in disbelief. Alessia threw her head back in laughter, clutching her stomach. 

“Hahahah not only does your Japanese suck, so does your sense of direction! Hahahaha!” 

“Not mine, princess’s! I knew where we at whole time!” Vittoria’s face darkened. 

“Hey…don’t you think you’re being a little too honest today?” she said. 

“Sorry princess!”

“Ahahaha oof-” an elbow found its way into Alessia’s stomach. 

“Why didn’t you use the maps on your phone?” Vivianna asked, brows scrunched in confusion. 

“…”

“…”

“You do know there’s a maps app? Right??”

“……”

“......”

“Ahahahaha!!!”

[animationnut]

Halloween Fanfic

Happy Halloween! Here’s a list of my Halloween-themed fics on Ao3, if you want to check them out between booping and candy snacking.

My White Knight (Star vs the Forces of Evil)

It's Star's first Halloween, and thanks to Marco she knows that humans only dress as monsters on Earth's spookiest day of the year. But sometimes there are humans who look average, but are monstrous on the inside. Thankfully she has her White Knight to save her from all kinds of monsters, human or otherwise.

Scare Tactics (Gravity Falls)

Ford and Stan take every opportunity to scare the twins in the week leading up to Summerween. Dipper and Mabel, the Kings of Halloween, will not be defeated. They concoct a plan to truly frighten their great-uncles, with some outside help. It's all in the spirit of Summerween.

Three Spiderlings in a Haunted House (Into the Spider-verse)

The only way to spend October 30th is to go to a haunted house, but Miles, Gwen and Peni really should have told the Spiders where they were going. It's a night of frights for everybody, and a near heart attack for some.

Among the Corn(maze) (Phineas and Ferb)

It's October thirtieth, and Phineas and the gang are spending the night before Halloween at a corn maze. It's only a matter of time before they get split up, and Buford can't resist the opportunity to pull a small prank. Tis the spooky season, after all.

Spookin’ Lancer (Danny Phantom)

A little Halloween tale where Danny, Tucker and Sam try to scare Lancer the day before Halloween. But Lancer isn't easily frightened by juvenile pranks, and in their efforts to scare him out of his wits, lines are crossed.

All Hallows Eve (Sofia the First)

Unable to disregard the village tradition of trick or treating on All Hallow's Eve, Sofia chooses to miss the royal costume ball in favour of her childhood traditions. With no one in her family able to take her Sofia happily drags Cedric along for a night of Hallow's Eve fun.

Runt of the Pack — Chapter 10 (X-Men Evolution)

Jamie’s trick or treating takes a bit of a sour turn when some delinquents set a nearby property on fire. Logan did tell him to stay in the car, but what kind of X-Man is he if he doesn’t help?

Devil’s Night (Lilo and Stitch)

Lilo's preparations for a wicked Halloween are interrupted by a run-in with Mertle and her girls. Deeming themselves too old for trick-or-treating, the group of thirteen-year-olds arm themselves with eggs, shaving cream and toilet paper. Mertle issues a challenge to Lilo--join them for Devil's Night, unless she's scared.

Forever Family, Forever Vongola — Chapter 24, Chapter 42, Chapter 43, Chapter 55 (Katekyo Hitman Reborn)

Halloween plus the Vongola family equals chaos.

[dreaming-hibi]

I’ve decided to come out of hiding and declare that, yes, I too love Katekyo Hitman Reborn! I’ve been on this boat since 2011, watched, read and roleplayed this manga to hell and back. Now, 13 years later, I’m still as desperately into KHR as I was back then but, unlike the me from so many years ago, I’ve decided I don’t care if there are other people on this boat and that I will be writing the KHR that I love regardless of whether I get attention for it or not.

Have a good day everyone!

[lixenn]

Progress report

Chapter 4 and 5 have been edited! Yay for progress! I've started on chapter 6 but it will still take a bit until I finish it. I'm also working on my outline some more I think I have basic ideas for up to chapter 12 but that's probably gonna change as soon as I continue to write (there... are gonna be a lot of chapters in this story folks, they might be short because that's my MO but there will be a lot).

In the meantime, I've decided to give the wiki thing a try! I have requested a wiki and I will need to wait for approval but afterwards I will try and see if I can put some order in my mess. I won't promise anything because I know exactly nothing about programming and @einsatzzz will probably carry me hard on this but I will try my best 🫡

[ladyhallen]

A Lovely Morning

Harry had never given any thought to art.

She’d once or twice thought about the museum tours she’d had as a preschooler in the muggle world, and then the occasional painting she would pass with the thought of, “Wow, that’s really pretty.” She hadn’t thought about making art, with words or with images, until she saw Fon under the light of dawn.

Usually, she slept until Fon woke her with sweet kisses and coaxed her to sit down. He’d comb her hair and that, along with the gentle circles he’d press on her lower back, was enough to wake her up. It was more effective than coffee and a hell lot more effective than tea.

By some sorcery, she’d woken up a scant few minutes after Fon that day. He’d gone out to do his usual calisthenics, naked save for the pair of silk trousers and slipping on his cloth slippers. Harry had wanted to roll back to bed when she’d seen the absolute lack of sunlight, but something urged her to get up.

And by Merlin, was she glad she’d gotten up.

She hadn’t ever really thought of human bodies as beautiful. She could objectively say one person had nice arms or a pretty interesting eye color. But in a magical world where anything interesting was usually because they had an inhuman ancestor, she didn’t place much value in looks. She’d seen incredibly beautiful people and knew that the stories they had were more interesting than their faces.

While Fon’s face had drawn her in, she fell in love with his calm rationality and the way he could lay out an argument without shouting.

And while she and Fon had lain with each other for upwards to two months and she’d seen him naked in the hot springs more times than she can count, seeing him exercise was different.

There was an economy to his movements. It was clean and confident, nothing wasted as he moved his limbs and his body in twists and turns. Then he did a slow upward stroke that flexed his back muscles, making her tummy clench and Harry bit back a gasp. When he folded over, hugging his knees for five seconds, Harry clutched the doorway at the way it made his ass flex.

“Good morning, Harry,” he greeted her, flipping over on a handstand with his braided hair coiled around his neck. “This is a nice surprise.”

Morgana bless him and his intense focus. He didn’t notice that she was about to faint from her face going so red. Harry was so glad.

“Good morning,” she said, not at all strangled and sounding like a normal person. She checked for drool. “I have no idea what woke me.”

He then did a move that she knew, a downward dog that was just one hundred percent showing off right now. He wasn’t even sweating!

Harry wished, very fervently, that she knew how to write poetry. Or to draw. Poems should be written about the way the faintest light of dawn brushed across Fon’s muscles. Art should be drawn about that beautiful face closed in concentration, at the play of light and dark over his cheekbones. Instead, she was stuck admiring him with no way to immortalize the moment. Harry cursed her past self for thinking of art as boring.

Unwittingly, she whispered, “Full many a glorious morning have I seen,” A quiet whisper that should not be heard, except Fon had excellent hearing.

He fell out of his pose with a blush. “Harry!” he exclaimed, flustered.

This man. Harry had heard him say the dirtiest things. She’d shared a naked bath with him. She had done a lot of unspeakable things to him and with him. Fon was unfazed and coy, the teasing man.

But recite poetry and he blushed!

Harry had to laugh. “You should see dawn’s light touch you, Fon. It almost makes me jealous, the way it caresses you,” she mused, raking her eyes over his bare torso.

Fon rushed to kiss her, shutting her up.

But Harry realized, as she clutched at his shoulders when he carried her in his arms that yes, she can write poetry. It doesn’t have to be perfect, just heartfelt. Fon clearly appreciated it.

This was how sonnets were made, she mused, exchanging sweet kisses with him. Then he lay her down and Harry forgot to think of anything at all.