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dreaming-hibi · 2 months ago

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October Birthday: This one moment with you KHR Fanfic | Tsuna's Birthday - October 14th

⁍ Tags: KHR OCs, Tsuna Birthday Fic, Tsuna x Lucia ⁍ Featuring: Tsuna telling Reborn he sucks, Tsuna being a simp for Lucia (OC), me being very self-indulgent when writing this ⁍ Words: 2007 ⁍ Warning: for some reason this ended up being a fic about Tsuna turning 18, which I don't think is actually special but in my headcanon any Tsuna older than 19 is no longer being bossed by Reborn

Reborn gets to call all the shots on October 13th and 14th, because apparently both birthdays belong to him. Tsuna can never get a break, but I guess that's what Lucia is there for.

It was a wonderfully fine day. The sun was bright, its rays weren’t too hot nor was the shade they provided too cold, and the crispness of the air rustled and enriched the golden leaves dancing about. On this day, October was blooming.

“I do understand the meaning behind joint birthdays, but—” Lucia heaved a sigh as she readjusted the rucksack weighing heavily on her shoulders; in hindsight, she shouldn’t have offered to carry her twin’s stuff too. “What’s the point of coming to the mountains?”

The previously abandoned path, towered on both sides by thick and imposing trees of orange and red leaves, was bustling with the enthusiastic energy of their group — not one insignificant acquaintance had gone uninvited. Lucia wondered if the whole of Namimori town was there, and if they were there for want or for threat.

“Don’t ask me,” groaned Tsuna, carrying more backpacks than was humanly possible and, was that a hint of orange she could see in his eyes?

“Because you had no say in this?”

“Because I had no say in this.”

Lucia could only laugh at that comment, but even her laughter was cut short as Tsuna gave a strangled scream and disappeared from her peripheral view. It took her less than a second to turn around, concerned he might have fallen victim to another pitfall — there were an awful lot of them for some reason.

“Tsu—”

“What are you saying, Tsuna? This trip was your idea,” said Reborn, his unnecessarily bulky outfit hiding the brunet from view. The rough edges and gray of his costume closely resembled one of the rocks they had been running from earlier.

Lucia didn’t want to think about it, but the thought made itself known nonetheless, Did he disguise himself as a rock to chase us?

“I don’t think Tsuna can answer you... like that,” she gestured to the whole of them, feeling even more sorry for the brunet when Reborn jumped on him to get off. She crouched down, both hands extended to help him up, “Are you alright?”

“Physically? Could be better,” Tsuna answered, sitting up with as much dignity as someone who was now covered in dirt could manage — it wasn’t much, but it still was enough to make Lucia break into a smile. He took the handkerchief she offered to clean his face with a nod and added, “Mentally? I wanna kill him.”

“Oh?” challenged Reborn, lips curling into a smirk. “I would like to see you try.”

“Demon.”

“Loser.”

Lucia watched, awfully interested in how Tsuna thought he could possibly win an argument against the Reborn. She had known them, been welcomed into their midst and she had yet to see Tsuna win once against the child. She was unapologetically intrigued by this fool’s errand he had embarked on.

“Say tha—”

Unsurprisingly, as a known hitman of the underworld, with years of underhanded methods under his belt, Reborn won the argument by kicking Tsuna in the face. Mid-sentence. Without holding back.

You tried, Lucia put her hands together in prayer, hoping the kick didn’t cause a concoction. There wasn’t much she could do for the brunet, perhaps she could compliment him later for his daredevil attitude.

“Everyone is waiting, let’s go!” and off he went, a trail of destruction and death in his wake. Reborn, elementary school kid appearance or not, was not a person to be trifled with.

Lucia watched as the rest of them welcomed him, chatting cheerfully or even congratulating him on his birthday. She could understand how his attitude might be seen as charming or even cute, however, such skills could only be applied to people who were ignorant of the devil’s true nature. Although she wouldn’t go as far as calling herself Mister Wise Guy, she was confident she wouldn’t have fallen prey to Reborn’s charms anyhow, for she had found something far more charming than pretense.

“Here, let me help you,” she said, taking some of the bags Tsuna was carrying off his hands. He had shown off his superhuman-mode for long enough, it was time he returned to his everyday-Tsuna-mode.

Tsuna nodded in thanks, but something about his crestfallen face pulled at Lucia’s heartstrings. She could tell he was worrying about something, and it was something he didn’t want to talk with her about, but she wouldn’t be his girlfriend if she didn’t know how to pull such information from him.

“Hey—” Lucia felt affection and appreciation warm her heart when his eyes focused on her, she only had to say one word for him to make her the center of his world; she felt seen and loved. “—you know, someone once told me it’s okay to need help.”

“Yeah.” Tsuna scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, recognizing that she was throwing his own words back at him. Just as he had taken her hand and helped her through her darkest moments, Lucia wanted to do the same for him; both the easy and the hard, she wanted the two of them to see through life together.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“I did, have a trip in mind,” he admitted after a minute of silence, a weight seemed to lift off his shoulders as he picked himself up and walked by her side. “But in my fantasy, it was only the two of us.”

“Oh?” Lucia said, patting herself in the back for sounding so well put together despite feeling her heart beating right out of her chest. Her cheeks, bright red, could be compared to the radiance of the sun. “And where did we go, only the two of us?”

Tsuna huffed, she could tell he was more embarrassed than annoyed by the question, “A planetarium.”

“A... what?” Lucia had no problem holding conversations in Japanese these days, though, apparently, there were still words she didn’t know of. “I’m sorry, can you say it again? I’ll pay more attention!”

“Planetarium, un planetario, a place where you can see stars,” he helped her along, his cheeks reddening. Lucia couldn’t fathom what there was to be embarrassed about, until he continued, “You said you wanted to go on one of those manga dates, so I thought...”

This time, instead of her heart, it was her feet that tripped over each other, causing her to stumble right into Tsuna. From this distance—there was none—she could feel his heart beating a fast rhythm, much like her own was doing.

“It’s your birthday, you should do something you enjoy,” she whispered, wanting to keep this one moment between them.

“I... enjoy seeing you smile.”

“You’re so stupid, Tsunayoshi.”

There was something exceedingly schoolish about camping in the woods and eating around a campfire, or at least, it certainly felt that way to Tsuna. How many times would anyone, in their daily life, have the time to hike a mountain and hold a birthday celebration like this? Statistically speaking, he wasn’t sure the number could exceed the hundreds.

Even if his calculations were wrong—which definitely were—Tsuna highly doubted there was anyone, nowadays, who went camping and actually bothered drawing lots for lookout duty. And no, this wasn’t just because he lost six times in a row.

Tsuna sighed, this was totally because he lost six times in a row. He didn’t bother looking up at the sound of footsteps, this he could accurately give out a name for.

“You don’t have to keep me company, Lucia,” he said, failing miserably at not sounding like a sullen child who had lost at their favorite game. “I lost fair and square.”

“I wouldn’t call drawing lots with mafiosi fair, they never miss a chance to cheat their way through something.”

“Should have known.”

“And I’m sure Reborn cheated but... He cheated by making you lose.”

It certainly worked in making Tsuna feel better about himself, after all, he should have expected such behavior from Reborn. Tutor or not, Reborn wasn’t satisfied until he made Tsuna suffer in one way or another, it was to keep him “humble” or so he said.

“Actually,” Lucia started, drawing closer to him. Tsuna didn’t let such a gesture agitate him, he knew she wasn’t used to the chill of autumn, he could be totally cool about his girlfriend plastering herself to his side. Yup, he could totally do that. “I was hoping you would, you know, lose.”

“...What?”

“Not like that.”

“Is there any other way?”

“Yes.”

Tsuna had to raise an eyebrow at her, what other way was there to interpret her words? The lots were for the lookout duty and she wanted him to lose, therefore she wanted him to be on duty, what else was there to say? Sometimes, he truly and really couldn’t understand what went on in his girlfriend’s head.

“Stop looking at me like that!” laughed Lucia, standing up. She offered him a hand and, really, he shouldn’t be following her after she wounded his feelings like that but, follow he would — because he was that much of a loser for her, apparently.

“Your explanation better be good,” he said, lacing their hands together. It was at times like this that Tsuna realized how much of a simp he was. His heart was soaring with joy from the simple act of holding her hand.

“Let’s hope it is!”

Their walk through the forest was silent and uneventful — save for Tsuna almost bringing the two of them down when he tripped over a log. It was around when Tsuna started to feel the burning need to ask where they were going that the sea of trees parted before them, leading into a cliff.

“Why—”

Thousands of stars filled every corner of the dark sky, each shining just as brightly as the sun, if not more. Tsuna gasped as one of those stars began a fast descent, creating a single trail of ethereal blue that lasted but a few seconds. He looked to Lucia, his thoughts going to her even as the night sky begged for his attention.

He found her already looking at him, her eyes reflecting some of the twinkling lights of the stars in ways he only thought were possible for manga characters. Was it real? Or was this simply a by-product of his feelings for her? Under the eternal light of the stars, his jumbled thoughts and erratic heart seemed to hold little significance.

“Is this...” Tsuna started but fumbled partway through, what was one supposed to say in the face of such a surprise?

“It might not be the planetarium you thought of, but this feels just as special to me.”

And how could Tsuna not love her in the face of that? He had dreamt up this whole fantasy of the two of them going on this fantastic date, only to have Reborn ruin the whole experience for him by organizing a camping trip to the most remote of mountains known to Japan and now his girlfriend was bringing that fantasy back, because she had seen how much it meant to him. Sure, he had had fun with his friends today, and would do the same on his birthday tomorrow, but some of that happiness had nothing on the dizzying sensation he felt whenever he was the cause for Lucia’s smile.

“As long as you’re happy.”

“It’s your birthday, Tsunayoshi, you’re supposed to be the one getting spoiled.”

Tsuna laughed at that, something about her being angry at his silliness making her all the more endearing in his eyes. “I think I am.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Lucia grinned, her hands coming up to cradle his face as if he was something precious, something beloved. The chill he had felt until moments ago melted under the fiery touch of her fingers, “Happy birthday, Tsuna.” And thus she bestowed a noisy kiss on his nose, as though he were a frog prince in need of saving. Tsuna chuckled, he truly and really couldn’t understand what went on in his girlfriend’s head, and he was happy to keep it that way.

#khr #katekyo hitman reborn #khr ocs #sawada tsunayoshi #tsunayoshi sawada #lucia de santis #purely self indulgent #look I just think they're neat together #and surely we're past the stage of shitting on other people's happiness right?#anyway #Happy Birthday Tsuna!#I wish I could have done something for Lucia’s birthday too but I missed my opportunity #just as I will surely miss my opportunity to celebrate Tsuna’s birthday #that’s why I queued this early in the morning #I missed the opportunity to have other characters in the story #but considering this was a last minute thing and I DID want to post it I had to make do #I’ll definitely be back with more silly stories on these idiots!

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goodfish-bowl · 6 months ago

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Beloved by Death

Danny Phantom x Katekyo Hitman Reborn Crossover

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DP Crossover Angst Week Day 6 - Runaway

Summary: Danny runs away, and somewhere in Canada, ends up joining a circus to get himself fully out of the reach of the GIW. Aka, a "Danny is Skull" fic, because I have never seen this khr crossover trope applied to DP before.

Notes: To my DP people unfamiliar with khr, I've tried to make this understandable without having knowledge of khr, but should I have to, I will include anything essential to know in the beginning chapter notes on AO3. Danny's also trying to figure it out too.

Word Count: 2368

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The feeling of weightlessness drowned out anything else Danny could’ve experienced at the moment. It welcomed him, and his core sang with joy as he soared, a moment of reprieve before gravity reasserted its control over him, and the half-ton machine under him. He gave it throttle and his bike roared, tires spinning freely in the air. Danny joined it in a battle cry of his own as he crested the peak of the jump. The crowd gave a roar of their own. It turned to white noise in his ears as he pushed off the foot pegs, letting himself tumble backward in a flip through the air, not once, but twice, inches away from the bike that had brought him there.

For his hard-won, half-second of glory, Danny allowed gravity to snatch him and his bike in its vice grip once more, hurtling him back toward the earth. Danny used a foot to catch the handlebars (a near miss, it always was, caught only by the toe of his boots) then easily slipped back into his seat, catching and steadying the machine with his legs first, then enforcing an iron grip on the handles just in time for the collision into the dirt ramp. The impact shot through the spokes and traveled up his arms and knees, pushing him further into the seat, before momentum shoved him forward and down the ramp.

With practiced ease, he pulled in the clutch and dropped the bike back down several gears until the speed of the jump faded from his head and veins as he made his lap around the track in second. The noise in the peak of the jump had been near-silent compared to the thunder of the audience as he let his heart slow and breathing even back out from the adrenaline of the jump. It once again turned to white noise in his ears as it always did, and satisfaction curled in his veins.

Danny had managed to do it once again, completely unassisted by the ‘cheats’ he held close to his chest. He knew his eyes would be alight from the adrenaline high under the visor of his helmet in glee. He didn’t snuff the sensation but rejoiced in it, his helmet was tinted for a purpose other than just the stadium lights. It was a job well done after all.

Danny took a victory lap and listened as the crowd chanted his name, posed for cameras and video cameras as they caught his visage, tossing in some ground stunts to give the magazines and bloggers something good for their pages. He relished in the attention, just like he was supposed to.

After another round of deep breaths, just enough to clear his head, Danny held a button on the outside of the helmet. Danny slipped into the stage act easily, the Aussie accent lining his Italian perfectly practiced, probably even more so than the stunt he had just pulled off. Every inflection and even the very pitch of his voice was part of the show. A tone echoed through his helmet, and with a signal disguised as another pose, the miked headset built into his helmet connected to the speaker system hooked up throughout the entire area.

“HELLO, adoring fans of mine! I, the Great Skull, accept your warm welcome to the coasts of Italy! Thank you all for coming out to today's performance! WELL? Are you impressed?!”

The crowd gave their roaring validation. Danny haughtily laughed along with their cheers.

“Of course,” Danny continued, arrogance saturating in his tone, “You never should have expected anything less from I, the man hated by death, the immortal stuntman, Skull!”

Running away to join the circus had not been in Danny’s initial plan after crossing the Canadian border. Clockwork must’ve been screwing with him for everything to line up like this. But, even despite his hesitation, Danny couldn’t let an opportunity to get out of the country slip out of his hands like that. With the GIW on his tail, likely caught up arguing with Canadian border control and the politics of sending an aggressive, very noticeable, government agency across country lines, Danny would likely be able to hitch a ride out of the country with the circus before the GIW could figure out where he went.

Luckily for him, the circus was advertising an open position for a stunt rider, just someone to ride around the ring and do a couple of tricks for the opener, nothing too fancy. Pay, room, and board were provided, and the applicant was expected to travel with the circus and continue performing along the way.

Danny’s only doubt was actually doing the stunts. His only experience on a motorcycle had been from Johnny and he wasn’t sure how valid that was, considering Johnny had both been messing with the bike during their lesson, distracting him while Kitty stole a bunch of stuff. Danny had never been on a non-ghostly motorcycle before, but he had a scooter for a while, and he knew how to drive the GAV, the Specter Speeder, and the OPs center. Danny probably had built up a couple hundred hours in that spaceship flight simulator. He could figure it out. If not, Danny could always fudge it with his ghost powers. The GIW wouldn’t be able to get him for at least a week more, even if they did pick up his ecto-signature.

Danny spent the entire application process nervous that his fake documents would be discovered, only to have them barely glanced at other than making sure his passport wasn’t expired. The “interviewer”, an older woman with the remains of grease paint smeared on the edge of her jaw, eye bags that rivaled Danny’s own, and a cigarette hanging from the corner of her lip barely looked up at him.

“Okay, kid,” the woman started, actually looking up at him, jutting her thumb at the mess of a dirt bike behind her. “Hop on, do something cool, and don’t eat shit, and the position’s good as yours.”

Danny didn’t like the look of that machine, and he was used to the prone-to-explode technology of his parents. It was covered in dents, and the plastic pieces looked like they had lost a fight with a weed wacker. But the engine looked… mostly intact. They even gave him a helmet to wear. There was a small track set up around the parking lot where the interview was being held. He should be fine.

Danny went over to the bike while buckling the ill-fitted helmet, checking it out more closely, turning on the gas, and making sure it was ready to ride before pulling out the kickstart and swinging his leg over, trying to remember everything Johnny had taught him about motorcycles in the past, even if this was a different kind of bike. Taking a deep breath, Danny slammed his leg down on the kickstart and the engine thankfully revved to life without issue. He took a moment, revving the bike for a bit in neutral, just to warm it up, before putting up the kickstand, and shifting down into first gear and going.

It was… surprisingly easier than with Johnny, and Danny supposed it should be since he didn’t have every inconvenience happening to him at the same time. Danny sped up, up-shifting into second, then third gear, getting a feel for the clutch on the bike. Using a straight stretch of the track, he did a small wheelie, turning sharply in the turn, much tighter in a loop before finishing the turn. He weaved through some cones, only having to use his flight to catch himself from falling just once, refusing to put his feet on the ground. Picking up speed once again, Danny used the small ramp to make a jump, using a bit more of his flight to keep the bike stable while landing. He did another lap, trying to figure out what other motorcycle tricks he could try when the bike underneath him groaned. A harsh grinding noise caught Danny’s attention before the wheels locked up beneath him.

Danny let out a yelp as he was tossed over the bars, and flung clear off the bike. He twisted, instinct after being tossed around so many times through the air, to land on his feet, using more flight than he’d like to accomplish the feet, hoping that it hadn’t appeared too gravity-defying. Danny winced as the bike crashed to the ground, cringing in on himself and looking over at his interviewer.

The older woman along with a few people who had apparently shown up to spectate, were staring at Danny with wide eyes. Danny blinked.

“I didn’t eat shit.”

The older woman gave a deep, heavy sigh, while the crowd gave a polite applause, causing Danny to sheepishly smile.

“You didn’t eat shit,” the woman echoed, giving his papers a second look. “Well, kid, welcome to the circus.”

Danny gave a low groan, quiet enough that it was unable to escape his helmet now that the comm system had been shut down. He rubbed at his throat, still stinging from the volume, and longed to do the same to his ears, but alas, helmet. The volume always had his ears ringing, even through the specially crafted earplugs he had made. It took a lot of effort to be that loud for the entire performance. Hopefully, the hired hands had left him a cup of something warm and heavily caffeinated in his trailer like he requested. Some warm tea would’ve been nice for his throat, but he still had a meet and greet to get through and an act to maintain. Coffee it had to be.

Danny pulled open the door to his private trailer, fingers already hooked already around the quick-release latch of his helmet, when he found himself staring at someone who was objectively not supposed to be in his trailer. They were also not one of the circus clowns he was familiar with. He was dressed strangely, in checkers with a metal mask and matching hat on his head. He was lounging in one of the cushy armchairs Danny had. It took nearly everything he had not to immediately go for the throat.

Danny bristled at the man’s sheer presence, unsettling him deeply. Something bubbled up, not his ghost sense, but a sense of danger all the same, along with a tugging sensation far too close to his core to be okay. Danny felt his eyes flare behind his helmet, immediately pinning down the urge to hiss at the intruder and forcing himself to calm down. Danny couldn’t tell what this man was, but he wasn’t a ghost. He had spent enough time being super cautious, borderline paranoid, about outing himself as one over the years. He didn’t want to toss all that effort out the window now. But there was still an unknown part of him being tugged at by the man before him. Danny had to be cautious and avoid a fight or exposing himself at all costs.

Danny let his hands fall from his helmet and onto his hips, facade sliding back into place. Damn, just when he had gotten so close to a break. At least he still had the earplugs in.

“Well, isn’t this a surprise?! While I, the Great Skull, appreciate meeting my fans, it’s usually reserved for the meet and greets! But if you couldn’t resist coming here to meet me as soon as you possibly could, that is also understandable!” Danny exclaimed, hiding an internal wince at the volume to his already worn ears and throat.

The man in the metal hat rose from his seat, a smirk on his face, amused but rather indifferent overall. Danny’s hackles raised, but he refused to give a visible reaction. It would ruin the act after all, and this stranger was putting on one of his own.

“Well, I certainly am a fan. You’re the greatest stuntman, after all, how could I not be impressed,” the stranger acknowledged.

“Of course, of course! I have fans in every corner of the globe, and I intend to share my greatness with every one of them!” Danny falsely preened, “Still, I must ask you to wait with the rest of the adorning crowds to make my acquaintance! It’s a bit rude to intrude upon the Great Skull’s personal space, don’cha think?”

Metal Hat gave a wide smile, as if finding what he was looking for. “Of course! My apologies, I just intended to hand off an invitation, for your eyes only.”

A letter seemed to manifest from thin air, pulled from nothingness as the stranger reached out to give an ornate, off-white envelope to Danny. He could see the edges tinted by what looked to be an indigo flame. They were gone the next time Danny blinked, but burned into his memory and the envelope was still there.

Danny snatched the envelope, holding it up to his helmet’s visor to get a better look at it, but not taking his eyes off the stranger.

“I will consider your invitation! A party is absolutely needed to celebrate today’s grand accomplishment!” Danny didn't want to go. He wanted a nap.

“It will certainly be one for the ages…” Metal Hat hummed in amusement. It grated on Danny’s nerves. He was being led into something, wasn’t he?

“Then of course the Great Skull must attend or it would not be nearly as grand!”

“Then I look forward to your attendance.”

The stranger gave a tip of his ridiculous(ly) heavy hat, before letting himself saunter past Danny, and out the trailer’s only door. So close, he could see the indigo flames clinging to the man, biting at the something near his core, rubbing him the wrong way. Danny let himself bare his teeth under his helmet just to satisfy the urge. The door clicked shut.

Danny gave it a moment, no more than a second, before he kicked the door back open, letting it echo across the open space he’d been allotted, only to find no one there, and his door thoroughly removed from its hinges.

The whole place reeked of indigo.

No way in the infinite realms was he going to that party.

#danny phantom #khr #katekyo hitman reborn #dp crossover #dpcaw24 #Danny is going to be SO annoyed with himself #it's a bit he has committed to #Danny gets a motorcycle! yay!#Danny meets the hatman. A lot less yay

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