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This is the prompt survey form for 2024. We are all very excited about this years KHR Rare Pair Week. Please vote what you guys would like to read/write/draw about.

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This is the prompt survey form for 2024. We are all very excited about this years KHR Rare Pair Week. Please vote what you guys would like to read/write/draw about.

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FF.NET LINK

— WIP INTRODUCTION

PAIRINGS: Luce & Luce's Mother-centric, Minor Arcobaleno & Luce, Minor Luce/Original Character(s)

SUMMARY:

Luce realizes young her life isn't meant to be hers. So she allows herself to dream, at the very least. Some days, she even allows herself to hope.

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FF.NET LINK

— WIP INTRODUCTION

PAIRINGS: Luce & Luce's Mother-centric, Minor Arcobaleno & Luce, Minor Luce/Original Character(s)

SUMMARY:

Luce realizes young her life isn't meant to be hers. So she allows herself to dream, at the very least. Some days, she even allows herself to hope. /End PT]

FANDOM: Katekyo Hitman Reborn

TITLE: In another life (we smile the same)

AUTHOR: @hopeswriting

STATUS: Ongoing

RATING: T

TAG WARNINGS: Angst and Feels, Hurt No Comfort, Grief/Mourning

THEMES: Character Study, Relationship Study, Arcobaleno Curse, Sad and Hopeful Ending, Luce-centric, Luce Friendly

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FANDOM: Katekyo Hitman Reborn

TITLE: In another life (we smile the same)

AUTHOR: @hopeswriting

STATUS: Ongoing

RATING: T

TAG WARNINGS: Angst and Feels, Hurt No Comfort, Grief/Mourning

THEMES: Character Study, Relationship Study, Arcobaleno Curse, Sad and Hopeful Ending, Luce-centric, Luce Friendly /End PT]

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KHR Hanami Event 2024 Day 2 ❄️ : Thaw (Source for the base ref is here!)

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forgot i should make a post about this

only did the first two days because i had zero clue wtf to do with day 3. whoops

Pairing: Byakuran/Sawada Tsunayoshi

Day 1 March 22 - New Life | Garden

Byakuran at his core was a selfish person. He’d never acted on it, but it still existed, even if he acted like it didn’t. Possessive over his own things bled into his other selves, and his other selves bled into him. People he had no right to claim as his. ..People he had no right to love or be loved by. But he was also an impulsive person by nature. And the one thing that they’d never really had, was someone always viewed as unattainable. The truth was, a lot of Bykaurans had fallen in love with a certain Sawada Tsunayoshi. A passing interest became a longing that threatened to consume him whole. He wanted the mafia boss, yet distrust met him at every step. Maybe it was masochistic, that the one they’d chosen had been one they harmed so dearly, harmed their precious people, but Tsuna had been so bright. Shining like the sun’s gaze was beaming straight at him, Byakuran wanted it all for himself. Wanted to take it. Steal it. To only have that gaze on himself. Even though he knew that the moment his other selves would get even a whiff of what Tsuna’s affection felt like, it would only get even more unbearable.

Day 2 March 23 - Renewal | Thaw

Tsuna was in a bit of a pickle. Well, to give some context, there’d been a school trip to a flower viewing event (there were crowds everywhere). He hadn’t been that interested, but he’d be an idiot to skip when everyone would be too distracted to go bother him. Especially when it was literally a free off day. Thus, he resigned himself to being lonely for all of eternity. At least the view was nice. Which is where he’d noticed a white-haired guy, which, huh. ------ Tsuna stumbled, face planting onto the railing. Around him, he could hear people burst into laughter. Don’t cry, Tsuna. Don’t. He sniffled, the sting bringing tears to his eyes anyway. No matter how much he got hurt, he could never develop a tolerance. “Alright class, I know how much of a distraction Dame-Tsuna is, but remember to stay with your buddy. If you don’t remember who your partner is, come talk to me, I have a clipboard.” The brunette blinked in confusion at the teacher’s voice. Hadn’t he already informed them when they first arrived? He looked around once more, only to flinch at the sight of purple eyes staring at him from a distance.

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Prompt: Bleeding Hearts

A KyokoHana comic for @khrrarepairweek's hanami event! i'm not familiar with comics so it was very new to me but lol... somehow managed it..... ;;

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Title: Snoopy and the Emo-Haired Kid Author: Raven_Silversea Rating: T Pairing: Hibari Kyoya & Snoopy, Fon & Hibari Kyoya Tags/Warnings: Pre-Canon: Katekyou Hitman Reborn, POV Alternating, Humor, Crack Treated Seriously, Reincarnated Snoopy, Implied/Referenced Murder

Day 1: Garden/New Life

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It was a well-known fact that every dog needs a doghouse, especially if they are a talking dog who can draw pictures in the dirt with a stick. Kyoya’s not sure why the talking baby is so confused about this. Kyoya has a dog, dogs need doghouses, this dog also happened to draw out the plans for his doghouse in the dirt with a stick he found in the back garden.

“Kyo-er,” the baby says, slowly, his hands pressed flat together and pressed against his mouth, “dogs can’t talk…? Or plan out their own doghouses…?”

Kyoya and his puppy, Snoopy as the puppy had chosen to be called, look at each other. Then they both look back at the baby. Who is also talking. And claims to be Kyoya’s older brother.

The baby seems to take the hint and sighs. He pinched the bridge of his nose and mutters something about Kyoya’s mother killing him.

“Kaa-san won’t even notice, baby,” Kyoya says, rolling his eyes. “Snoopy’s already promised to stay out of the house when she’s in, and to wipe his feet before entering anyway.”

Snoopy nods his head, wagging his little black puppy tail. Not like I want to stay in the house anyway. The garden’s much more interesting.

Kyoya nods seriously and gestures towards Snoopy as if to say, ‘See? There you have it.’

The baby’s distress visibly increases at the exchange. However, instead of contributing anything relevant to the conversation or allowing Kyoya to continue about his business, the baby says, “Why does the dog have a name, but you insist on referring to me as ‘the baby’, Kyo-er? I have a name.”

Fine, if the stupid talking baby insists. “Kaa-san won’t even notice, Fon-tan.” Kyoya rolls his eyes as Fon squawks in protest of the honorific, but really fair is fair. He keeps calling Kyoya ‘Kyo-er’ even though Kyoya is clearly older than him and it’s rude and insulting to be referred to as such by a baby.

Kyoya leaves the baby to his squawking, and Snoopy trots along at his heels. Together they start hashing out where Snoopy’s doghouse could go without disturbing the fengshui of the garden that Kaa-san has so carefully cultivated.

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Fon’s not entirely sure how he ended up in the paint aisle of Namimori’s hardware store, helping his surprise baby brother and his puppy pick out paint for the puppy’s doghouse. One minute he’s doing his annual reunion with his father, and the next, he has a new stepmother and half-brother, and his father tragically deceased, leaving him in charge of said half-brother while his stepmother makes funeral arrangements.

‘I need to have an heir, you know this, Feng-er’ his ass. That argument may have worked when Fon was recently cursed, but not thirty fucking years down the line! He’s old enough to be his stepmother’s father for goodness’ sake!

“Which color do you want?” Kyoya asks, carrying the puppy down the paint aisle and carefully pausing in front of each paint slip so the puppy can see them all. It’s cute. It’d be cuter if Kyoya wasn’t so insistent that the puppy could talk.

“What about this one, Kyo-er?” Fon asks. He pulls out an ocean blue paint slip and shows it to the boy, who frowns dubiously at it. 

The boy and puppy look at each other, and they look to have a silent conversation with each other for a moment. Then Kyoya stands perfectly straight and says, “No thank you, Fon-tan. Snoopy doesn’t like that one, but thank you for your help.”

Well that was Fon told. He puts the paint slip back and continues following Kyoya’s path down the paint aisle. At least he can tell Kyoya’s mother that he tried to get him to choose a nice, cool, calming color to match her garden when she ultimately discovers the new doghouse in said garden. 

The puppy suddenly barks, tongue lolling out of its mouth and tail wagging in excitement. It dances it’s front paws on Kyoya’s arm and turns to lick his cheek. A smile breaks Kyoya’s serious expression, and he nods. “That’s a good color, Snoopy,” he says so quietly that Fon almost misses it.

“What color did you pick?” Fon asks, resisting the urge to stretch up onto his tip-toes to see.

Kyoya turns and holds up a paint slip. A very red paint slip that decidedly does not match his mother’s carefully curated garden. 

Fon should probably look into making a will.

“Kyo-er… are you sure?”

Kyoya hums. “Snoopy says it’s his favorite color,” he says with a sharp nod. Then he turns and marches over to the counter to get his paint mixed.

Fon is left in the paint aisle, mouth agape, staring after the boy. “He can’t even see it though…?” 

There’s no way Kyoya heard Fon’s half-whispered question from across the aisle, but both the puppy and he glare at him anyway. Truly a matched set those two. He sighs and counts to ten as he walks over to join them.

Kyoya is not getting anything from him if his mother kills Fon because of Kyoya’s puppy. 

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Snoopy watches the Emo-Haired Kid build his new doghouse, tail thumping against the mossy stone he’s sitting on. The Bell-Collared Baby passes the kid nails and hovers like he’s concerned that the kid’s going to hurt himself. Like Snoopy isn’t right there supervising.

The doghouse is coming together marvelously in Snoopy’s opinion. The walls are up in a rectangular shape with a semi-circle door leading to the inside, which he plans on decorating with the fluffy pillow he pulled off of the Emo-Haired Kid’s bed and his new yellow, bird-shaped squeaky toy. All that’s left to do is put the roof on- which the kid’s working on now- and paint it that familiar shade of red.

He doesn’t know what the Bell-Collared Baby was complaining about. It’ll perfectly match the rose bushes around the doghouse when they’re in bloom.

“Kaa-san planted white roses, not red, Snoopy,” the Emo-Haired Kid says as he straightens the next piece of wood in place.

Red and white go together. That’s how you get pink after all.

The Emo-Haired Kid pauses, head tilting to the side as he considers this argument. Then he hums and nods before starting to hammering the roof piece down. 

Snoopy still can’t quite get over the fact the Emo-Haired Kid can understand him. The Round-Headed Kid never could, which allowed for endless fun in mocking him without his knowledge and also endless frustration as Snoopy had to result to charades to get his point across. Even then, the Round-Headed Kid missed the point most of the time.

Of course, the Bell-Collared Baby’s continued and increasing concern over hearing only one side of the conversation is hilarious in its own right. Snoopy had missed tormenting people like this in his old age when all he had the energy for was lying in front of the fire and leaning into the Round-Headed Kid’s ear scratches. 

He takes the opportunity to stretch out like he hasn’t been able to in years, all through the tips of his ears and the ends of each paw. It feels amazing! He refuses to ever get used to it again!

His ears perk up at the sound of the back door sliding open and the soft sound of slippered feet walking over the wooden veranda. He turns to face this new person- surely the ‘Kaa-san’ the Emo-Haired Kid has been referring to- and sits, tail wagging and tongue lolling out of a puppy grin. I’m cute, and you’re going to love me.

The woman stares at him. The Emo-Haired Kid continues hammering the roof onto his doghouse. “Fon-san,” the woman says, slowly. “What is this?”

“A puppy, Kaa-san,” the Emo-Haired Kid says in his ‘this is an obvious observation and I’m confused on why we’re addressing it’ voice. “My puppy. Fon-tan has been helping me building a doghouse for him.”

“Has he now?” the woman tilts her head and looks towards the Bell-Collared Baby with a sharp, toothy smile. 

Snoopy shrinks back and decides to tactically retreat behind the Emo-Haired Kid, leaving the Bell-Collared Baby at the mercy of this dangerous woman. The Bell-Collared Baby gives him a look of complete betrayal before he turns to try and placate the woman.

The Emo-Haired Kid pauses his hammering to scratch Snoopy behind the ears as the woman pulls the Bell-Collared Baby off to the side and starts berating him. “Kaa-san won’t say no,” the Emo-Haired Kid whispers. “She’ll want to make me feel better about Tou-san’s death. I don’t care about that though. Tou-san always wanted me quiet and out of the way, especially when he was doing business.”

I have no idea why, you can build doghouses afterall. What more could he want? Snoopy licks the Emo-Haired Kid’s hand and thumps his tail a few more times for good measure. 

The Emo-Haired Kid laughs and returns to his hammering. Snoopy settles down by his feet and watches the woman and the Bell-Collared Baby.

“You let him do what to my garden?! Fon-san, what were you thinking?”

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Title: The Art of Butterfly Photography Author: Raven_Silversea Rating: T Pairing: Chrome Dokuro/Sasagawa Kyoko Tags/Warnings: butterfly garden, Fluff, Dating, Kissing, Established Relationship, Butterflies, Photography

Summary: Kyoko has indulged Chrome's photography hobby by taking her to a butterfly garden. There are butterflies, and selfies, and kisses, and Chrome loves her girlfriend so much

Ao3

Air blasts out of the white box unit above the door as Chrome pushes it open with a hand. The sound fades quickly as the door closes behind her and Kyoko, replaced by the sounds of running water, quail calls, and rustling leaves. Green plants tower along the winding sidewalk, reaching for the fine netting situated at least a story above their heads, dotted with bright tropical flowers.

Chrome breathes in the fresh, clean air and smiles back at Kyoko. “Thank you,” she says, already fiddling with the camera around her neck. She exchanges the short lens for long, spins the dial to close-up mode.

Kyoko bounces on the balls of her feets, clapping her hands together. “Of course, Chrome-chan! I haven’t come here since I was little, and this was the perfect excuse anyway.” She wraps an arm around Chrome’s shoulders and holds her phone out for a selfie. Chrome looks up from her camera to smile at the Kyoko on the phone screen. One click later, and the moment is captured forever: Kyoko on the right, cheeks flushed the same soft pink as her shirt, and Chrome on the left, bangs pushed forward by Chikusa’s spare beanie, almost covering her eye-patch and drawing the eye to her soft smile.

Forget any pictures she takes today, Chrome wants that one in a frame on her bedside table so it can be the first thing she sees every morning. 

Her phone chimes as she tucks the short lens back into her camera bag, and she catches Kyoko’s eyes knowingly. Kyoko giggles and clutches her phone to her chest in that particular way that means not only has she sent Chrome a copy of the picture, she has already set it as her new phone background. A warm affection fills Chrome’s chest so much she thinks she might burst from it.

Ducking her head, Chrome takes a moment to run a finger along her patch, making sure the straps are straight under the beanie. Then she spins the camera bag to rest against her hip, freeing Ken’s jacket from being bunched under the strap and tugging at the collar of Mukuro’s band shirt so that it doesn’t press up against her neck so much. Each of the boys had taken offense to her outfit when she laid it out last night and had insisted on styling her themselves. She’s decided to take it as a token of their blessings on her relationship and as something like a lucky rabbit’s foot for the date to go well.

Of course nothing comes free with them, that would be admitting a weakness, a fondness for her, so she had a short list of things to bring them back in return from the gift shop- fun socks and a book for Chikusa, some kind of game or puzzle for Ken.

A picture of a Blue Morpho butterfly for Mukuro.

Checking her camera settings one more time and taking a test shot of a flower near the entrance, she turns to Kyoko and asks, “Ready?”

“Ready!”

They move along the sidewalk, pausing to take pictures of the butterflies gliding through the air and drinking nectar from the flowers. A white-and-cream butterfly with black stripes and dots similar to a monarch kindly opens it’s wings while sitting on a leaf, and Chrome snaps a couple pictures. Another picture of a small black one with a red and cream spot in the center of it’s lower wings drinking from an orange flower. Switch to her phone to take a picture of Kyoko grinning and pointing to five brown-gray-blue, perfectly orb-shaped quail amongst the foliage in a corner.

The Blue Morphos they see are clustered on banana halves, drinking the rotting juice. Their wings folded up so the brown undersides and large eyespots are visible rather than the brilliant metallic blue they’re known for. Chrome takes several pictures of the butterflies, but they keep twisting around in the hopes of seeing one flapping it’s wings on a leaf or something similar.

“Over there!” Kyoko whisper-shouts, pointing across the water feature beside them. Chrome follows her finger and sees it: A Blue Morpho flittering along over the water feature. She pulls her camera up and frantically tries to get it to focus on the moving butterfly. Kyoko’s phone camera clicks once, twice, three times. By the time, Chrome’s brought her camera into focus, the butterfly is gone.

Kyoko shakes her head as she flips through the pictures she took. “I didn’t get it either, Chrome-chan,” she says.

Chrome shrugs. “We’ll just have to keep trying. If we don’t get it, Mukuro-sama will understand.” But he’ll be disappointed, and Chrome doesn’t want to disappoint him when he’s done so much for her.

They keep following the path in a dance of whirling steps and whipping turns as they chased the Morphos flying from one plate of bananas to the next. Chrome manages to get a blurry half a wing at the edge of a picture; Kyoko manages to get a picture of one closing it’s wings, the smallest sliver of blue visible.

They pause and take selfie together while sitting on a bench. An emerald swallowtail sitting in Kyoko’s hair while another white-and-cream settles on Chrome’s outstretched finger.

They sit on that bench for a while, watching people pass by and just enjoying each other’s company. Kyoko rests her head on Chrome’s shoulder and weaves her fingers between Chrome’s. “This is a good day, neh?” 

Chrome hums in agreement. “Any day with you is a good day,” she whispers. “The butterflies and photography practice is just a bonus.” 

“If only the Morphos would cooperate.”

Chrome hums. “We did get lots of pictures of them though,” she says with a laugh. She looks at Kyoko, who lifts her head to smile up at her so brightly her eyes almost close. Before she has a chance to overthink it, Chrome darts forward and presses a kiss to the corner of Kyoko’s mouth.

Kyoko giggles. “Don’t forget the other side,” she says, and Chrome kisses the other corner of her mouth. She then presses a kiss to the tip of Kyoko’s nose for good measure.

Then, Kyoko wraps both arms around Chrome’s neck, hands locked together, and she pulls Chrome into a gentle kiss. Their lips curve upwards in shared smiles, even as they press their lips together. It’s only the ticklish feeling of butterfly legs settling on Chrome’s hands that pulls her away from the moment. She looks down and laughs. 

A Blue Morpho flutters its wings as it almost dances in place on her hand. Kyoko oh so slowly pulls a hand down from around Chrome’s neck and reaches for her phone. As her fingers graze the phone case, the Morpho flutters away.

The phone camera shutter clicks seconds too late.

“Oh,” Chrome sighs. “We were so close.”

“Or maybe just close enough?” Kyoko holds up her phone, showing off a picture of a blurry, almost streak of moving blue. The Morpho is just in focus enough to be identifiable as a butterfly.

Chrome stares at the picture just a moment longer. Then she grins like a loon and pulls Kyoko into another breathtaking kiss.

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ASK ME ABOUT MY NANA/BIANCHI HEADCANON !

Based on that mountain goats song : (x)

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KHR Hanami Event 2024 Day 1 : Garden🌹 (Base ref is from them 🙇)

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id in alt

For KHR Mini Event Hanami Day 1 - New Life!

yamamoto doesnt know that HRT doesnt make you grow a uterus, but his heart is in the right place

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KHR Hanami!

Hello all, please join us for the KHR Hanami 2024 mini-event!

The event runs from Friday March 22nd to Sunday March 24th and focuses on rarepairs for Katekyo Hitman Reborn. Fanart, moodboards, fanfiction are all welcome!

You can post your works to the KHR Hanami collection on AO3 or if you prefer tag you works on tumblr with #khrhanami2024 in the first 5 tags of the post.

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We hope you all enjoy the mini-event!

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