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thelandswemadeofpaper · 2 years

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Secret/Lies/Reveal

Dark Secret

False Utopia

Town with a Dark Secret

Empire with a Dark Secret

Sadly Mythtaken

Secret Past Catches Up

Cassandra Truth

Secret Test of Character

Secret Relationship (friends? romance? parentage? Secret Student? Secret Lover/Secret Child?

Hidden Purpose Test

Secret Keeper or Secret Secret-Keeper.

False Testimony/Confession/Charges

Anything 'Fake' (Redemption? Object? Reveal? Defector?)

Secret Plan

Hidden Agenda

Secret Mission/Deal

Secret Friendship

Secret Message (like wearing an certain color means something? In code? A page in a book?)

Secret Passage/Path/Room/Door

Secret Society/Hidden Village

Ancient Conspiracy

Map All Along

All Just a Dream

Secret Art

Secret or Hidden Witness

Eavesdropping

Shared Mass Hallucination

Invisible Writing

Masquerade

The Unmasking

Really Royalty Reveal

Unaware Pawn

Bait-and-Switch

Keep in the Dark

Unwitting Muggle Friend

Locked Out of the Loop

It Was with You All Along

A person is tortured to get said information.

A thing they did. A thing they are doing. A thing they were going to do.

You were raised your entire life with a purpose, but of course nobody bothered to tell you.

The secret coul get someone in trouble (a threat?), you could be forced to lie or hide it? The secret you hurt a innocent too as a collateral together with the culprit? Or you? To use you? To kill you? You friend did a bad thing, but you don't want to rat him out? Going as far to cover up for him? Or the secret would cause your friend to do a bad thing? Or put two friends against each other? Your Faction is the one to blame?

Investigation of the Evil Authority's shady corrupted business can get you being named unlawfull or a traitor. You may look very suspicious too.

This can be about a posmortum character, maybe even the reason they died.

Secretly working with each other?

A Bad Thing that happened to you, but you hide. Fear of your loved ones's reactions?

Forced into a Fake Relationship?

Manipulation: To do something to her/him? You involve a person into something without telling her about all of it (plan? conflict?) or lie to get her to do/don't do a thing? So he/she won't run? Or stop them?

Do Anything in Secret (from which characters?) or it Happened and Hide it.

A character begin forced to keep a Secret.

Taken to the Grave

Card up in the Sleeve

About

Origins/Backstory

Heritage/Nature

Existence

Responsable/Involved

Relation/Connection

Identity

Different Reason

Did/Didn't

Denial

Action

Cover Up

Ability/Power

Change of the Plans

A given Information

False Cause

'Normal/Mundane’ characters unaware of their conections with the ‘mystical’ can be used as pawns more easily. Or just someone with unaware secret that a bad person knows.

Maybe its not even about the assunt itself, just the fact they lied and its possible consequences. Or the reaction to the reveal (whose?), or what the finder do with the secret. A lie can lead people to do bad things, especially if told by people they trust.

A secret can cause misunderstanding, can get people blamed, put in danger or saved by it, people can be killed to keep it a secret or after it is revealed, because of the content. The lack of the true and whole information about the situation when making a action can lead to many paths.

For the secret keeper? The uninformed? The actuator? The subject? The object? The finder? The tattler? The liar? The revealer? The victim? What are their Character Archetypes? For me, identifying which characters (can? have to?) exist in a Trope helps organize the plot.

Reveals

Character B has an secret that makes Character A angry. Character B can be or not aware of the secret about themselves.

Character A is told an secret about themselves and has an bad reaction at that, affecting his relationship with Character B.

Character B tells Character A the secret about A, mostly likely different story than the lie B made about it.

The reveal can be about both. Maybe they chose to have different reactions to it. To put more drama, add another trope before/during it, like an Death or Betrayal.

A character makes a reveal about themselves. Or a third party makes the reveal of a secret to their friends.

A reveal about a third person, a group, a place or a object.

A reveal about the group they are in? Maybe one if the friends already know? Maybe they are even part of the secret?

The group you are with can be aware of a secret about you that you don’t know. Or a person you trust hid something that affects you.

If lies and secrets are involved, even more conflict. Maybe its not even bad stuff, the problem itself is that they lied/keep secret and its consequences.

Or the refusal to talk about it even under pressure, or forcing someone to keep a secret

Or reveal or declaration about a person without permission or knowledge.

The reveal mostly can take two paths: a total new information being given (It happened) or the story told different of what really happened (how?)

#writing tropes #tv tropes #secret #reveal #lies #writing #writing ideas #writing plot #writing conflict #writing story #writing tips #unaware #avengers civil war #robert baratheon #ned stark #sawada iemitsu #fake

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bloodyspade0000 · 2 years

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The loser serves the winner

Note: This is a draft of one of the wips I've been working on. I decided to post it here cause like why not? Feedback is appreciated x3.

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Something had been off about Tsuna lately. He was too tense and anxious, as if constantly worried about something. Iemitsu knew his son well enough to be able tell that there was more than just worry on his mind; something else weighed heavily on his heart as well. He wasn't sure what it could be but he had a feeling it had something to do with the ring battles. Tsuna's mood had dwindled right after and Iemistu was starting to feel guilty about forcing Tsuna into the mafia at such a young age. The thought made him sad. It wasn't fair, how cruel fate would play with him like this.

Iemitsu sighed, running a hand through his hair. He had to make up for this somehow. He was going to have to talk to Tsuna.

So, when Tsuna had come home from school. Iemitsu had approached him. "Hey, Tsuna." He began and Tsuna immediately looked up at his father. Iemitsu smiled and took a seat next to his son. "There's something we need to talk about."

"Um, okay," Tsuna replied warily, looking around nervously as if someone was going to jump out from behind a couch at any moment.

"I was thinking we should go outside and talk for a bit?"

Tsuna's eyes widened in surprise before he nodded quickly. "Okay, um, let me just put my bag down then."

They went outside where Iemitsu sat with Tsuna across from him on the grass. They sat there in silence for awhile until Iemitsu broke it. "You can tell me anything, you know that right, Tunafishi?" Iemitsu began gently.

Tsuna's brows furrowed as he processed his father’s words. "Um, yeah." He said uncertainly.

"Good." Iemitsu leaned back on his hands, his elbows resting against the ground. "What's been troubling you, kiddo? You've been... off."

Tsuna blinked, looking between his father and his hands anxiously. He chewed on his bottom lip for several moments before he finally spoke. "Well, you see..." he began hesitantly, playing with a blade of grass. "It's kind of complicated." He admitted, staring at his knees.

Iemitsu waited patiently for his son to continue but when no words came, he prompted. "Yes,?"

"Well, um..." Tsuna took a deep breath, looking at his hands. He fiddled with his fingers for a few seconds before speaking again. "I--" he heaisted, clearing his throat and looking directly at his father. "...Is Xanxus going to be okay? I tired asking Reborn but he wouldn't tell me anything and I can't ask Dino or the Varia."

Dino had been distressed by what happened during the ring battles and between him and Xanxus so many years ago. It was obvious that he blamed himself in some way for what happened to Xanxus and felt responsible for Xanxus almost dying, even though it was mostly Vongola and Tsuna's fault. And the varia were just as distressed as Dino was. They lost Xanxus once, almost losing him again had taken quite a toll on them all. So, Tsuna couldn't ask them about Xanxus. Instead, he turned to Iemitsu for answers.

Iemitsu frowned and sighed heavily, rubbing a hand over his face. "I---"

"I know I shouldn't be worried about him and he tried to kill my friends and I. B-But..." Tsuna trailed off, fiddling with his hands even more, wringing them together. "...I don't want him to be killed. And I don't want to see Dino cry anymore. I just want the both of them to be okay."

Every time anyone talked about Xanxus or brought him up, Dino cried, or at least seemed to have given up trying to keep it together. Squalo tried his best comfort him and Tsuna did too. But, not knowing about what might happen to Xanxus hurt. It scared him to think of what might be happening to Xanxus right now and the fact that he didn't know had been tearing him apart.

Iemitsu closed his eyes, leaning back on his hands once more. This wasn't going to be easy. "I'm sorry, Tuna." He said softly, not meeting his son's gaze. "Xanxus betrayed--"

"Vongola hurt him frist," Tsuna interjected firmly. "And--"

Iemitsu flinched slightly. "He--"

""Wasn't being rejected by the sky ring punishment enough?" Tsuna spat angrily, glaring at his father. "He--"

Iemitsu winced at his tone, raising his hands in surrender. "Listen--"

"No!" Tsuna stood up abruptly, clenching his fist tightly. "I know you don't like him. But it's not fair! He shouldn't have to die!"

Iemitsu opened his mouth to object to the accusation, but he stopped himself. His son was right. It wasn't fair for Xanxus to take so much abuse and be used to test Tsuna and his guardians to see if they were worthy of being Vongola's tenth generation. But-- "Xan--"

"The loser serves the winner, dame--Tsuna," Reborn suddenly appeared beside them. "As you should remember."

"Reborn!" Tsuna jumped slightly.

"Whatever happens to Xanxus is up to you," Reborn continued cooly. "We're here to support you whether you want us too or not."

Tsuna glanced at him, surprised but grateful. "Thank you, Reborn." He said, giving the hitman a small smile.

Tsuna then turned his attention back to Iemitsu. "Can you convince Nono to let me see Xanxus?"" He asked hopefully. "I want to talk to him before deciding what to do ."

Iemitsu sighed. He knew that Tsuna wanted to keep Xanxus safe, especially after seeing what had happened to him. "Tuna--"

"Please, Dad." Tsuna cut him off pleadingly, glancing up at him. "Please?"

Iemitsu stared at his son for a long moment before he eventually gave in. "Alright." He finally agreed. "But, you won't be going alone."

"Okay," Tsuna nodded. As long as he got to see Xanxus, he was fine with that.

#khr fanfic #katekyo hitman reborn #khr #post-varia arc #sawada tsunayoshi #sawada iemitsu #reborn #xanxus #draft #wip #mine #not edited

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cedefaci · 1 year

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In which a miracle happens...

Sawada Iemitsu apologizes. I present to you the rarest of occurrences in KHR-fandom--Sawada Iemitsu getting a passing grade in parenting (still only barely scraping by, mind you, but still, a miracle). (Full fic on AO3)

note: Basil’s internal monologue is both surprisingly snarky and only occasionally old-fashioned.

“Anata has told me so much about you, but this is the first time we have met.” Nana poured us all tea, “I can imagine that it took some effort to make time off work—you must be so busy all the time!”

“Yes. About that.” Oregano said stiffly. “We are technically here on the job.”

Turmeric picked up her train of thought, smiling as he put his hand on hers, “By which we mean that we are here as emotional support for Iemitsu-shishou. He wants to tell you something.”

“Ara?” Nana turned to sir.

Unseen by her, we also looked expectantly at him.

“Ah, Nana!” He took a deep breath. He couldn’t meet her eyes. “I need to say—I’m sorry.”

Nana looked up from her unpacking of the endless supply of macarons with a cheerful smile. “What do you mean?”

“When Tsu-kun was five.” Sir began.

He stopped. He swallowed. He couldn’t continue.

Cues? I mouthed.

Oregano indicated her backpack, but Turmeric signed wait with the tapping of his fingers on his mug and pushed the plates Nana had forgotten towards us.

“Do you remember my boss?” He tried again.

“Yes.” Nana said. The air felt charged, like the moment before the first strike of lightning in a gathering storm. “I remember him with Tsu-kun.”

“I should have done more.” A decent start.

“En?”

“The Sealing hurt Tsuna. I shouldn’t have let him do it. And it’s still hurting Tsuna. I should have done something sooner.”

The quiet clunk of a mug being set on the table.

“Tsu-kun is shy.” The Lady said, “He doesn’t like to speak, and is scared of people. I took him out of kindergarten because he had no friends and only felt more lonely there, and elementary school has not been any better for him. He doesn’t want to eat. He still comes home crying, sometimes.”

“Ah…” Sir was torn between hiding behind his silly face and flinching at my lady’s narration, shying away from pain. Press forward, lord, as a needle pushes through the flesh of a wound.

I held his gaze in steadiness and pushed the open box of macarons toward him, tranquil Rain weighing down flighty fairground smoke with the clarity of what must be done. Oregano’s Clouds bolstered his courage, and Turmeric’s Sun-Storm was a blaze of strength to break through reticence and hesitation.

Iemitsu chewed and swallowed slowly—a brief respite.

“It is my fault.” He said, borrowing from my stillness and Oregano’s focus and Turmeric’s determination, “I was scared, I needed to choose between Nono and you, and I didn’t want to. I was wrong, and I ran away, and left my son to suffer and my wife to pay the price. I’m going to do my best to fix it.”

“How can you?” Nana asked, “Our son has learned that the world is unkind. The world has learned that he is easy to hurt. How can we reverse that? How can we teach our son that he can do more than hide? And what is the alternative? You told me about the other life he could have led, and I do not want it for my son.”

“There’s more to it now.” Sir said, crumbling the remains of his macaron between his fingers. “Guys?”

“Circumstances have changed.” Oregano leaned forward, putting her hands on the table. “Shishou has chosen his obligations to you, so we have turned from the Ninth. Given that we are responsible for monitoring Giotto’s line, we can simply fail to inform him that his containment measures have failed. Your son will not be forced into our world the moment we Unseal him.”

“To whit.” I continued, “Sessha’s investigations have revealed a method of circumventing the necessity of Vongola Nono-dono’s blessing. There are two parts to it: the first involves helping the Young Master cultivate close relationships with his peers; the second—” I bowed my head, “—demands that he feel himself to be in such danger that he breaks his own limits.”

“Put our son in danger?” My lady had barely acknowledged me before turning the full force of her attention onto her husband, her Will splitting the table open with swiftly-spreading fractures growing from where her fingers rested delicately on the wood.

Between Turmeric and Oregano, we had managed to hammer out a more conservative plan than what I would have devised—empathy in childcare was rather lacking in me, given my unique upbringing.

Sir squirmed, taking apart another cookie. “That’s why everything’s gotten so complicated right now! I don’t know what I should do. I’ve got a few things figured out, but I need to ask you about the rest. Tsu-kun should be kept safe, he’s a baby!”

Turmeric finally took pity on our boss, or maybe had reached the end of his patience. He set his mug down. “What shishou means is that while the second part of our strategy bears refining,” Which was an infuriatingly mild way to put it, if Nana’s sharp-sweet smile was any indication, “It would do young Tsunayoshi good to make some friends he can trust, no matter how we intend the situation to progress from there.”

Friends, Guardians, Coterie. People who would accept the Young Master for who he was, who would stand with him against the world. Hayato, Bianchi’s little brother, whose distrust—contempt—of adults would serve to support Tsunayoshi in the face of this community’s implicit acceptance of his suffering. Yamamoto Takeshi, who was in a similar situation to him, relative to legacies and family secrets, would be someone who had shared similar experiences. Hibari Kyoya, whose reputation would suffice before the Young Master established his own, and Sasagawa Ryohei, as an older peer.

I knew them as well as anyone could without observing them myself, and I could see how they would connect further to each other—Hayato would be suspicious of anyone grown, but he had been saved by his sister. He would trust another elder sibling. Hibari Kyoya would be drawn to the master swordsman with his sword hidden in his sushi shop. Sports would bring the dormant Sun and Rain together. Fighting, history and myth, shared betrayals. So much common ground, and a peaceful environment in which to grow. It was such a fortunate coincidence that the estranged lines of the First Generation had come—(3, counted my Ring, a stutter in my thoughts)—no, been brought together to Namimori (There would be a price for such a boon).

“And?” Nana pressed, as furious as she had been since the start, her smile still as perfect as a porcelain doll’s, “Will they stay his friends? And even if they do, even if they will protect Tsu-kun against bullies, what about his teachers? What about the neighbours? What about the future, when he needs to go out and find a job? What will they do then?”

What about his teachers? What about their neighbours? Oregano and I tilted our heads in unison, then righted them as we looked to the couple at the head of the table—Nana also shared in the shame of her son, though naturally, she would only refer to it obliquely with us present.

“Basil-kun has looked to history, and found us one way forward.” Turmeric said, to my surprise. I had thought that we were going the social engineering route to slowly shape Namimori to our liking, with some under-the-table dealing with the Hibari if necessary. “But I have been investigating a few current advances in technology, and I believe it may be possible to undo Nono’s work without resorting to such traumatizing measures.”

What advances in technology? The Vongola had a vested interest in controlling access to Flame, there was little incentive for research in that area, apart from—the Estraneo! Of course Turmeric would have taken an interest in what they had discovered.

“Very well.” Nana took a sip of tea and a bite from her cookie, apparently mollified, and clasped her hands together, “I see that you have a nice plan for fixing Tsu-kun! But what about his future? Will he be able to have a good life?”

“For some time, at least.” Sir winced, “Nami isn’t completely isolated from the outside world, so word’s going to get out in the end. What we can do is delay that point until Tsu-kun can make his own choices.” —he had perfectly parroted one of the sentences we had drilled him in, I noted in amusement— “Then, he can either fake his death with his friends, or join his dear old dad!”

…we had had no hand in that statement.

“How exciting!” My Lady exclaimed.

But Oregano, having worked through her third box of sweets, played the Devil’s Advocate. “There were three heirs to the Ninth, and with one dead, there are two remaining. There is a possibility that they find themselves out of the running, in which case the inheritance passes back to Giotto’s line, namely, your son.”

Nana narrowed her eyes. “Will that happen?”

The Tri-ni-sette. The ancient Giglio Nero, who traced their history to birth of the Roman Kingdom and the establishment of the Vestal Office, Giotto who had been gifted the Vongola Rings to sanctify his rule as if he was Arthur honoured by Caliburn, the Arcobaleno who were accepted as fixtures despite having had predecessors. Someone or something had brought the Tenth Generation together for a reason, and they would not let it live in peace.

Sir chuckled nervously, “I’ll try not to let it!”

He made a dramatic show of heartbreak, “Even if I want to avenge our little family!”

We laughed, the tension dispelled.

#KHR #Sawada Nana #Sawada Iemitsu #turmeric khr #oregano khr #basil khr #Look #I didn't set out to write Iemitsu as redeemable #but I wrote Oregano as having too much self-respect to suffer a useless boss #and Lal's always had that #while Turmeric would cheerfully help them poison Iemitsu if they asked #so they had to stay with him for a reason #cue me frantically brainwashing myself into having the shittiest blorbo ever #WADRS(MN)#my writing

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