#khr 10051

[kaintheshow]

[lanshappycorner]

the varia looks a little different huh

[fuujinlol]

[If someone became a god and remade the entire world, would you even notice?]

I'm so happy to finally be posting this. Off and on over the past few years, whenever I felt aching nostalgia for KHR and 10051, I'd scribble on this comic, then forget about it for months until nostalgia hit again. I forced myself to finally just get it out there!!!!

[homoeroticbetrayal]

Iconic Homoerotic Betrayal: Revival Match

Polls Directory

[minkufu]

Byakuran just wants to have a little fun, and he has sooooo many people that would line up just to play with him~ (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) Shame Shoichi didnt want a priority pass...

Meme redraw of the pic below:

[sparklepoint]

(dialogue from golden girls) sitcom exes is one of my favorite 10051 flavors

[seijuurouxryuu]

Raise the curtain

Title: Raise the curtain Author: Shiro (TeitoxAkashi [AO3]/ seijuurouxryuu [tumblr]) Rating: T Pairing: Byakuran/Irie Shoichi Event: @khrrarepairweek Prompts: Ritual Summoning | Theater AU Tags/Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warning, Graphic Depictions of Violence, No Archive Warning

Day 1: Storm Day

The sound of tape rolling filled the theater, a background music as the red, heavy curtain pulled up with squeaks.

[Good evening and welcome.]

[This is a story, of a boy.]

[A boy,] And a boy about 10 years of age, in white shirt, black vest and checkered short, sat in a big maroon chair by a fireplace. He held onto a white-coloured bear and was reading a story book happily, legs kicking slightly. [Who loved to read.]

[His name is,] The boy looked up and grinned.

[Irie Shoichi.]

AO3

The sound of tape rolling filled the theater, a background music as the red, heavy curtain pulled up with squeaks. The stage was dark, empty yet eerie. The audience sat in curiosity, excited to see what the crew would show. There was little to no description on the pamphlet other than an invitation, time and date. It had sparked people’s interest, the drawing of a ring dripping with black ink.

[Good evening and welcome.] A cold, soft voice echoed. The spotlight turned on with a click and at the end of it stood a girl with an eyepatch, holding onto a mic with both hands and staring straight at the sea of human.

She did not smile; she did not bow. She merely stood there like a doll with an emotionless eye. The only indication that she was alive was how she took a deep breathe before speaking again.

[This is a story, of a boy.] The spotlight on her dimmed lightly to purple and another bright one turned on and this time, shining straight onto the middle of the stage.

[A boy,] And a boy about 10 years of age, in white shirt, black vest and checkered short, sat in a big maroon chair by a fireplace. He held onto a white-coloured bear and was reading a story book happily, legs kicking slightly. [Who loved to read.]

[His name is,] The boy looked up and grinned.

[Irie Shoichi.]

Two adults, a man and woman, stepped in as he leaped out of the chair and ran to them.

[He was a young master, the precious, only son of his father and mother,]

Two young girls ran onto stage as well, laughing and hanging off of his arm.

[The only brother to his two sisters.]

The light dimmed and widened as the narrator continued.

[He was their precious child, beloved by all.]

“Brother, brother!” The youngest of them all, the girl, squealed, hugging the boy tightly as she asked, “Can you please read to me? Please?” The boy looked down at her with bright brown eyes and hugged back, smiling fondly. “Of course, my dear sister.”

[And he, too, loved them all dearly.]

The light dimmed back to darkness as the actors on stage acted as though they were proceeding to the story telling. Once fully off, all the sounds on stage disappeared. The narrator shuffled slightly, looking down as her voice turned solemn.

[One day…]

.

Shoichi was reading a book on mechanics, how it was invented and how it could be improved. His brown eyes sparkled as he consumed the words between the pages. The sky had darkened, moon hidden behind heavy clouds and the only source of light he had was from the fireplace. Rain drops hit the windows loudly and the wind blew against it strongly, but none of the noises scared the boy who was far too engrossed.

Until the butler knocked the door and called out. “Young master,” The old man gently said. “It is time for dinner. Master and Madam have been waiting for you.” Shoichi looked up and pouted. He was reluctant to leave the books behind, but he knew he had to put it down because his parents would not eat until he eats.

“I understand. Thank you, Milo.” He carefully bookmarked the page and place it down, leaving for the dining room with the butler.

In the dining room, there sat his parents and his sisters. His sisters had long start eating under their parent’s insistence while the adults sat drinking wine and chatting softly. Upon seeing him, they smiled, the corner of their eyes crinkling. “There you are, my boy.” His father said as he on his chair. “I was wondering if the walls of the library had sucked you in.” He teased.

His mother laughed.

“Our baby sure loves the library.” Shoichi older sister, who was sitting beside him, nudged him with her elbow. “Sho-chan, when are you going to do the puzzle with me?” She asked. The boy recalled promising her to start on a 5000-piece puzzle with her. It was a picture of a forest, blue and green and mystical.

He smiled. “How about after dinner?” The girl cheered.

The youngest then pouted. “I wanna play too!”

“Sure!”

A maid knocked on the door. “Master, madam, young master and young mistresses,” She greeted, voice shaky and undoubtedly wrong. Shoichi stared at her pale face, red eyes and shaky hands. “A guest has arrived.”

Shoichi’s father frowned. “A guest? Are we expecting anyone, my wife?”

Shoichi’s mother shook her head. “No, we are not.”

Footsteps, quiet yet there, echoed down the hallway. The temperature that was already very low from the rainy weather dropped further. Shoichi’s father frowned and stood up. The maid by the door moved away as the supposed guest walked in with a wide grin.

“You…”

Shoichi paled at the dripping blood from the man’s trousers. “Surprise, cousin.”

The rest went a blur and all Shoichi could remember was scrambling away, pulling his sisters down the hall deeper into the house, to where the safe and hidden spaces are. There were screams, gunshots and crashes echoing, the house was shaking, his sisters were sobbing and whimpering. All Shoichi could do was to hold onto his sisters tightly, a ring shoved into his mouth and clenched between his teeth, and run.

“Take your sisters somewhere safe, Shoichi!” His mother hissed as his father fought against the intruder, who seemingly possessing some weird power letting him survive after a shot right on his forehead. She shoved a ring into hands, and quickly ushered them out a small pathway as the main door out of the room was blocked. The maid was sobbing, but her body was controlled to catch them upon the glint of the ring.

“M-madam run!” She sobbed as she rushed towards them with nails that grew too long to be called human, but Shoichi’s mother blocked her way, welding a short sword. “Go!” She said.

Shoichi pulled her sisters and ran.

And ran.

And ran to the library he had always loved.

Shoving her sisters in, he quickly pushed the chair he always sat on, heavy and sturdy, to block the door. It wouldn’t work against that… Creature, but it would at least buy them some time.

He immediately pulled out the small dagger, a gift from his father, and stabbed it into a small hole on the wall beyond the fire in the fireplace. The wall rumbled. There was laughter reverberating.

Shoichi was sweating bullets, hand hurting from the fire but he held on. The wall turned and a small gap opened beside the fireplace. “Go! Quickly!” He shoved his sisters in first.

There was a bang at the door.

He quickly pulled the dagger back and ran into the gap.

The wall closed quietly as the creature—full of black gore and eyes and tentacles—barged into the room, chair shattered.

The creature roared.

It was a long way down, as Shoichi guided them. There was no light, only a tight narrow stairway. The air was thin, but enough. He could vaguely hear the wind and something fluttering. He couldn’t tell where it was from, however.

His youngest sister was sobbing as she held onto both his and their elder sister’s hands. “I want mommy and daddy.” She whimpered.

Shoichi squeezed her hand. He too, wanted to go back and find them, but he couldn’t. He knew that there was nothing he could do, that it was all too late. All he could do was hope that there was someone, something, that can help them at the end of this path.

This path that he had never walked before. His parents had said, it was their last line of safety. That he should never go in unless there was no other way.

He bit his lower lips.

Please.

.

The lights dimmed again, and the narrator who stood stiffly for so long, turned her head, moved back a step, and said, [The three children walked and walked, down and down. The eldest was numb and silent, the youngest long stopped crying and stumbled tiredly. The boy held on and continued down the path with only his hand against the cobbled wall as a guide.]

The stairs on the stage changed, and the three children stood at the end leading to a small room. There was light, finally, a couple of glowing orbs in bottles placed around the room. There was a table, a chair, and a bed with a barrel of water beside it.

The youngest girl couldn’t handle it anymore and sat down, pulling her sister down with her. “Sister, I’m tired…” She whispered, lips chapped and throat dry.

[The sisters held onto each other as the boy quickly touched the walls of the room, trying to find a path out. While the creature may not find them here, he would not want to entertain the slight chance of otherwise. Unfortunately, there was no other way out of the room other than the long stairway.]

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Shoichi almost sobbed himself. He barely held back because if even he were to fall, what about his sisters? ‘Think, Shoichi, think.’

He stumbled to the table and scanned through whatever that was on it, trying to find clues. It only held a large book in the middle, untouched, serene. Strangely enough, there was no dust, clean as though it was placed not long ago. There was something about the book that was drawing him in, yet scaring him. It was ominous, it was mysterious. He was curious, yet he was afraid.

Shoichi hesitated, and he gave into his curiosity.

With a touch of his fingertips, the book flipped open with a thud, pages fluttering itself to one specific page. The sound jolted his sisters who both immediately quiet down and stared at his back from the stairway.

“S-shoichi?” His elder sister whispered, but Shoichi heard none of it as he read, hands clenching tightly into fists and nails digging into his palms.

.

[The book described, of a fallen creature who feeds only on people’s jealousy and fear. It was a creature, incorporeal and possesses those ordered by its creator. It was a creature of darkness.] The background music had long stopped, leaving the soft breathing of the actors and actresses on stage, the bated breath from the audience, and the solemn voice of the narrator.

[It was a creature that cannot be killed,]

The actor on stage flipped the page.

[Unless one sells their soul to a demon king with white wings and blue eyes.]

.

The page showed a winged creature, silhouette black yet eyes strangely blue and mouth strangely wide in a grin. It was no less scary that the creature that haunted them, but Shoichi was drawn to it. He had no idea why.

On the next page, there was a summoning circle. No description other than it being one to summon the demon king. It was drawn in red, intricate and complicated. It was vaguely glowing under Shoichi’s gaze, as though bewitching him to drop his blood onto it.

The price was his soul, Shoichi repeated in his head.

There was a roar, louder than ever, and an explosion above ground. The walls strangely stood strong despite the vibration.

Shoichi lifted his hand over the circle and cut his palm with the dagger.

Blood dripped onto the page and the circle glowed brighter and brighter, to the point that Shoichi could no longer see a thing.

Her sisters screamed, but Shoichi’s ears were ringing. He felt faint at the blast of pressure and magic and underworldly force.

The light faded away and Shoichi managed to open his eyes again. A winged creature, white haired, floated above the summoning circle with its eyes closed, seemingly sleeping. It looked human, so human if not for the white horns and wings. Shoichi was entranced.

It opened its eyes, so blue and bright, and stared straight into Shoichi’s brown ones.

Its lips pulled up into a wide grin.

“Pleasure to meet you, human.”

.

[The demon king,] The spotlight went off and the stage darkened [Was named Byakuran.]

Unworldly screech echoed from the stage with crashes and fluid-like splatters. The audience shuddered at the noise, not knowing why that despite not being able to see what was going on, they were afraid. Afraid of something in the dark, something that would take their life. None of the noticed the glint in the narrator’s voice.

[Byakuran forged a contract with Shoichi, who wanted nothing but revenge, and killed the creature for him. Byakuran swallowed it and Shoichi and his sisters were left with nothing else other than the carnage it left. No one else other than them had survived.

No one.]

The light turned back on and the boy stood over the house that was left in rumbles. Dawn has broken through the horizon, and the rain had stopped, leaving puddles of red and debris all over. Byakuran walked over to him, standing behind him with his wings fluttering lightly.

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“Your sisters,” He began. “I’ve sent them away as you said, removed their memories of everything as you wished.” He leaned over the boy’s shoulder and looked at his facial expression.

‘Ah.’ Byakuran shuddered in excitement. ‘Such a lovely expression by a lovely soul.’

Shoichi looked back at him, eyes long dimmed to nothing but hatred and anger and emptiness.

“Thank you.” Byakuran raised an eyebrow, but mentioned nothing of it.

“Are you going to eat my soul now?” The boy asked, turning to face him.

Byakuran hummed, leaned back and surveyed the boy properly once again. He contemplated for a while, a finger tapping on his chin.

His lips stretched wide, exposing his sharp teeth.

“Nope.” He grabbed the boy’s chin and pull it up, leaning down. “You’re too interesting. It has been so long since I’ve had my fun. I’ll leave you alive, let you do whatever you want. I’ll even help you with all you wish to do, but you must make sure that you stay interesting. Once I find you boring,” He paused, “Well, that’s when I will eat you.”

He grabbed the bleeding hand that was clenching onto the family ring, a crest in amber, and slid it onto Shoichi’s middle finger. He bent and kissed the bloodied ring, tasting the sweet, sweet blood.

“I hope that you can stay interesting for a long time, dear young master.”

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The light turned off for the last time, and the narrator turned back to the audience. [The young master and the demon rebuilt the Irie clan while haunting down the ones who created the creature that possessed his uncle. It was said that the perpetrator was dismembered and hung on the plaza, dripping in blood and laid there for weeks as a warning until it rotted. Ever since then, the young master no longer showed himself again anymore.

They said, that he was eaten, no longer interesting to the demon king. Others said that he left the mortal world and became the slave of the demon king. There were many variations of what happened to the young master, but one for sure, he was the last human who managed to summon the white winged demon king.]

The narrator bowed. [Thank you.] The last spotlight went off and the theater darkened.

Applause echoed through the theater, yet there were no cheers and only confusion.

Suddenly, there was a crunch and a scream, followed by another, and another.

Above the audience, in the private viewing area, sat two men who watched the bloody fiasco down below. “Chrome-san had done a great job there.”

Byakuran was holding onto Shoichi’s waist, nuzzling and nibbling against the pale naked skin, a hand fondling.

“She sure did. The pineapple bastard had taught her well.” Shoichi nodded and huffed. He pushed against the head and pinched the hand. “Stop stalling and go, the smell of blood is stinking.”

Byakuran pouted against his skin. He leaned over and gave the man a kiss. “If I go too early it’d be too weak. Let it gather it strength first. It’d be more fun that way.” He licked his lips, blue eyes shining brightly.

Shoichi scoffed and persisted. “Don’t forget that we still have to attend Decimo’s banquet. Go.”

Byakuran sighed. “Fine, fine.” He let go and stretched. “Will be right back, dearest young master. Stay put.” He leaped from the railing and white wings stretched open.

Shoichi played with the ring on his middle finger and a smile slowly stretched across his face. His eyes shone brown red.

“Soon, father, mother. Soon.”

Only 10 to go.

The curtain closed.

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Context: Irie family is one of the richest family. The ancestors had too many affairs and left too many descendants, which lead to one of the heads declaring that other than the main bloodline, none of the branch families can inherit anything. This led to the dissatisfaction of many and the last straw that broke the camel’s back was the bankruptcy of Shoichi’s father’s cousin.

The branch families, all swallowed by greed and anger over the lost of their rights, experimented with creatures and lesser demons. They let it possess that cousin and, yeah all that. So basically because there’s too many and too scattered once Shoichi started the hunt, it took him a long time.

Shoichi became a lesser demon, converted by Byakuran, and slowly raised in rank and strength into a noble demon. The two basically got together after a fight. Anyways, Byakuran never responded to anyone else’s summon is because… Well it was a promise to Shoichi’s ancestor who managed to first summon him. She was too interesting and therefore Byakuran promised to help her descendants should anything happen. And because he is lazy, he decided there and then that he wouldn’t answer anyone’s else summon.

Vongola are one of the demon kings of old blood line. Chrome was converted by Mukuro and was a victim to one of the branch families’ experiments. This is why she and Mukuro is helping.

ANYWAYS YOU CAN TELL THAT IM TRYING TO PATCH THE PLOT HOLES OKAY SHHHHHH DON’T EXPOSE ME AFTER I EXPOSE MYSELF

Hope it was a fun read!!

[I apologize for any grammar, spelling, etc. etc. mistakes]

[vanaglorie]

When did you start writing on Tumblr? Who was your first muse? OTP for your muse? NOTP for your muse? Have you any old muses that you’d love to bring back? What’s one random headcanon about your muse that people mightn’t know? What do you look for in a rp partner? Favourite trope? Least favourite trope? Are there any AU’s you’d like to explore but haven’t had the chance to yet? What about your muse are you most proud of?

munday meme

When did you start writing on Tumblr?

a very long time ago... like... somewhere in the period of 2012-2014 and it was also khr rp

Who was your first muse?

byakuran LMAO it was wild

OTP for your muse? NOTP for your muse?

i kinda ship him with everyone tbh i dont even care if its crack but the normal ones like 10051 and 10069 are pretty pog. but no specific OTP preference for me, as long as theyre strong enough to handle whatever comes their way

also no NOTP comes to mind i'll ship byakuran with anyone bc he's insane- really depends on the chemistry/plot

Have you any old muses that you’d love to bring back?

for khr characters i used to have bel and fon. lowkey would love to bring either of them back HAHAHA but byakuran will always be my one true love

What’s one random headcanon about your muse that people might not know?

byakuran can be a very attentive lover? ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)

What do you look for in a rp partner?

someone cool and easy to talk to, so that we can be goblins together and plot crazy shit, and a lot of you are really cool :3

Favourite trope? Least favourite trope?

fav: enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort least fav: hanahaki xd i always avoid ones that are just angst with no happy ending or comfort-

Are there any AU’s you’d like to explore but haven’t had the chance to yet?

all the cliche ones like office au, high school au i just think slice of life ones are cute :c also it means byakuran can be little shit living a normal life, sometimes i want good things for him

What about your muse are you most proud of?

i think he just does and says whatever he wants without caring about the consequences and i love that for him which means i just have to close my eyes and hit 'post' and apologise profusely for his rancid behaviour

[a-mere-dream]

ONE OF MY FAVORITE FIC WRITERS IS ALSO INTO KHR, WHAT AN ABSOLUTE DELIGHT. Your resident Guest commenter here, wanting to ask for your thoughts on 10051 aka Byakushou.

Okay FIRST THING. Someone is writing a Hibari/Luo Bing-ge fic and it's fucking amazing, I've read it three times already. Check the warnings, but definitely consider giving it a read :)

But yes!!! Katekyou! Hitman Reborn on it's own is already so good, and then the fandom somehow makes it even better? Byakuran is one of my favs, along with the Future arc -- though I love him most in like, that trope where former antagonists just. hang out with the protag now like the whole murder thing never happened

I've never particularly shipped 10051 but that's mostly because I've never really had any ship in KHR. I'll ship everything if the author makes it convincing though, which is easy to do for 10051 because whatever thing they've got going on in canon is ???? Batshit. Compels me though.

If you have any recs, I'll gladly take a chance with them :)

[clockworkspider]

I never read far enough in KHR to get to them, but I voted for your ship as a late payment for your MDZS fics.

Haha thank you. 😂

Listen. Without 10051 there wouldn't have been any of my mdzs fics they were my gateway ships okay.

[kaintheshow]

[lanshappycorner]

school uniforms....!!!!!

[fuujinlol]

Present Day Reunion

What else is there to do but show up at the door unannounced with a bouquet?!?

(He doesn't leave until Shouichi's sister finally lets him in)

[homoeroticbetrayal]

Iconic Homerotice Betrayals: Round 1

Round 1 Directory

Context:

Shouichi/Byakuran

A betrayal 20+ years and multiple lifetimes in the making.

Suppose time travel and the multiverse exist. Now suppose there's a device that let you temporarily switch place with your future self from 10 years later. Shouichi used this device to peer into his own future in order to decide whether to pursue music or engineering. Upon meeting Byakuran in both futures, he awakened Byakuran's multiverse consciousness. Future Byakuran proceed to use his multiverse consciousness for world domination.

After that, Shouichi witnessed devastation in every other future he visited, until one final time when he returned to the past with his time traveling memories suppressed by his future-self, who had left him instructions to open at different points in his life. First to befriend Byakuran, and then to betray him.

He proceed to meet Byakuran in university and befriend him. When Byakuran started his world domination campaign, Shouichi became his loyal lieutenant, and overcompensated for his intentions by acting like a zealot believer who does everything for Byakuran's sake. (He fooled all the readers.) During that time Byakuran called him "Shou-chan" and sent him room full of flowers, which Shouichi immediately know the meaning of. Yes. They communicated via flower language like Victorian lesbians.

Anyway betrayal happens and Shouichi guided the protagonists in killing Byakuran. He confessed that despite everything, his time in university with Byakuran were the happiest time in his life.

They later reunites in the past as allies (and magically got their future memories because plot says so). Byakuran was immediately friendly with Shouichi, while Shouichi remains wary and warns the protagonists against trusting Byakuran. Despite this, he was the first to rush over when Byakuran got injured.

Shouichi literally formed his life and identity around his betrayal of Byakuran. Byakuran would not be who he is without meeting Shouichi. They meet in every lifetime. Soulmates but fatal.

tldr: Shouichi messed with the memories of his past self and specifically manipulated himself into befriending and betraying Byakuran in order to save the world.

Sasuke/Naruto

"I’ve never seen naruto but I’m pretty sure that was a rather significant part of the series"

"I don't know how they are not already included the whole series is about this"

"Sasuke leaves Naruto and their team to join up with enemy of their clan Orrochimaru. They fight. Sasuke kneels over Naruto's passed out body in the rain like a silent goodbye. Naruto spends 10 million chapters trying to bring his boy back from the dark side."

"THE ENTIRE ANIME"

[sadflit]

shoichi doesn’t pay enough attention to byakuran (/▽＼)

have you ever thought that byakuran is like a small sensitive kitten who is always begging for his owner’s attention?

meow

[kimium]

Earlier this week I made a personal post about how I'd love to talk about my KHR (Katekyo Hitman Reborn!) fics. So, here I am, making the post. I have a sizable collection of 10051 fics (24 works plus some snippets) meaning I have plenty to discuss! There isn't a formula behind these rambles, but maybe my ramblings can either stir interest to check out the anime/manga OR my fics.

(Note: 10051 is the ship name to Byakuran/Shouichi. KHR ships are simplified into numbers based on the kanji in the character's names. Example: The "Bya" in Byakuran can mean "100". "Shou" can be read as "5" and "Ichi" can be read as "1". Thus, 10051 is their ship name.)

Let's Start! This is long, so it's under a Read More Cut!

My Ramblings about my 10051 fics (In no particular order)

The Only One I Want

My first 10051 fic! I remember the time I wrote this I was into NBC Hannibal. That influence shines through as I explicitly wrote Byakuran killing someone and displaying the body to Shouichi in a manner that would make Hannibal proud. Truly a horrific sight. Even though this is my first 10051 fic, it holds a special place in my heart.

Would I ever redo the fic? Not directly, but I'd have no issue taking the core idea (Byakuran's jealousy causing him to murder someone for "getting too close to Shouichi") and reworking it.

Flawed Logic (It's True Because You Want It to be True)

I think this fic is where I truly hammered down 1) my interpretation of Byakuran's perspective on Shouichi and 2) Shouichi's perspective on Byakuran. A fixed point is the perfect way to describe Byakuran's perspective!

I also loved writing Shouichi hiding from Byakuran. If someone were to ask my opinion on the "bad" timelines and how Shouichi is living in them I'd point to this fic.

Personal Server

Honestly the entire time I wrote this fic I had a very specific restaurant in mind. Sadly, it doesn't exist anymore, but the vibe and atmosphere of the restaurant remains in my heart and has seeped a little bit into this fic. Though, to be honest, I'd love to redo this fic's idea. While I like the direction it went, it didn't quite hit some of the ideas floating in my brain. Perhaps, in the future I will take the core idea of this story and write another fic.

Monochrome and Lavender

Many times when asked "what is your favourite fic" I dart around the question with "I like all my fics". While that's not a lie (I think all my stories have their own merits or reveal my thought/head space at the time of writing) this fic is by far my favourite KHR fic.

Where do I even start? Magical curses are a trope Right Up my Alley ever since I was twelve and picked up volume 4 of CLAMP's Tsubasa. (I read the first four volumes out of order!) Next, the visual representation of Byakuran's obsession?? Shouichi truly cannot escape reality this time. In other fics he has the luxury of lying to himself. How can he lie here where his vision is black and white except for Byakuran's signature shade of purple? What about the idea of "love is blind" only Byakuran's love is blinding Shouichi? Just... the symbolism is endless.

The Unspoken "K" Word in the Room

My favourite part about this fic is how something horrible has happened (Shouichi being kidnapped by Byakuran) but the entire situation is treated as a "mild" inconvenience. There is humour yet underneath the humour is rotting, festering horror and terror as Shouichi is powerless to stop Byakuran. Easily one of my favourite dynamics between them.

An Unofficial Prize (The Last Extra Hours Spent Together)

At the time of writing this story I think this idea had been swirling in my brain for two full years. I am (still) obsessed over this fic's premise. Byakuran adding Shouichi as a "prize" to Choice? How could that idea not send shivers down my spine? Make my heart thump and beat rapidly? Send me daydreaming about the idea consistently? It's too perfect. There is a high chance I'd rewrite this story or the core idea again.

Though the only snag in this fic was my worrying I was writing "too close to canon" at certain moments. Whenever I diverge from a specific canon point I always bog myself down with "accuracy". I had to rewatch some KHR to get the lines and beats of the scene perfect.

Grounding the Sun

Another story I had circulating in my brain for years! I always wanted to write a story as Spanner! I love him so much and what's a better story than Spanner witnessing Byakuran and Shouichi's relationship as an outsider?? I remember this fic taking so much out of me though! It was a challenge but in the end I think I wrote a fun fic!

Can I help you?

TIME LOOP. TIME LOOP! Need I say more? This was another story I had circulating in my brain for years! Mostly because I wanted to write Byakuran with a more "supernatural" vibe. Also, the tone of this fic is easily my favourite out of all my KHR ones. I am always here for an unsettling tone... and a time loop. Big sucker for those.

You're Welcome, Byakuran

I love this fic because it's the result of an elaborate inside joke with @someobscurereference where it all started with "Okay but what if Kikyo runs a Beauty YouTube Channel in the good timeline?" The humour that comes out of it! Priceless.

The Blue Bottle (Warming Up in Snippets)

Probably one of my lesser known stories, this fic is Ch. 11 of my first Warming Up in Snippets collection. My favourite part of the fic was how I wrote it in present tense rather than past tense. I also adore the idea of Shouichi willingly keeping himself ignorant and Byakuran facilitating the poor decision.

Delivery

Once more a fic with a story that had been circulating in my brain for years. (I'm not joking when I say I am thinking of KHR fics all the time.) Anyways, there is something so compelling to me about writing Shouichi who just... goes to Byakuran of his own volition. No running or hiding, which as I said earlier, is my default "Shouichi" mode when dealing with Byakuran. This idea was so compelling I wrote it again in my newest story Total Percentage: 4%.

The Envelope

Mark my words: I will one day write a completely unhinged Shouichi who has fully given up on escaping Byakuran. I will write him in a dark head space where he decides "If I cannot escape Byakuran I will use his obsession and have him kill bad people. I will bat my eyelashes at him and tell him someone made me feel awful and without fail Byakuran will kill them. No questions asked."

Anyways, this fic was a slight dip into exploring that angle for a fic. This one softly dips its toes into the water and I love it.

And that's all I have to say! Was there a KHR fic I missed talking about that you want me to comment on? Feel free to send an ask and I'll gladly talk about it! I will be more than delighted to do so!