#KHR drabble

[goodnightreila]

Had it not been for Nana confiscating his video games and manga for yet another failed test Tsuna had failed to hide from her, he would’ve been content to spend the day indoors- lazily wasting away his day playing games and neglecting his homework. Instead Reborn had decided that as punishment for the low scores, an all day hellish training specifically designed to help motivate his student would be the best course of action.

The sun had already set hours ago, before Reborn  decided to end the training - leaving Tsuna to find his own way back home from the outskirts of Namimori. Releasing a weary sigh, Tsuna groaned. Hopefully by the time he arrived home there would still be enough hot water left for him to soothe his aching muscles; that is assuming Lambo hadn’t blown it up the bathroom during his absence.

Urgh-

Shivering slightly as a cool wind passed through, Tsuna paused mid-step as he furrowed his brows. Uncertain if he had heard something or if he’d simply imagined it due to his exhaustion; Tsuna strained his ears hoping to catch the sound and the direction it had come from as Tsuna glanced around him. At this time the residents of Namimori were likely already home, leaving the streets mostly deserted.

Intuition warned Tsuna to walk away- that curiosity killed the cat but Tsuna couldn’t shake off his concern. What if someone needed help? Making up his mind and mustering up what little courage he had, Tsuna headed towards the direction of where he assumed the sound had come from. 

Footsteps echoed through the quiet streets, before coming to a stop at an alleyway lined with trash bags on both sides. Tsuna scanned his surroundings, before noticing a familiar figure standing further back in the alley, almost hidden in the shadows. Had it not been for the glint of a blade reflecting the nearby streetlight, Tsuna would’ve missed him entirely. 

Recognising the figure dressed in the uniform of Namimori middle school, his intuition screamed at him to run, that he was witnessing something he wasn’t meant to see, but he remained rooted to the spot. Why would he ever run away from his best friend?

“Take-” His voice died immediately as they formed as Tsuna realised a moment too late that the katana was currently pierced through a man’s chest; right through his heart. 

For a brief moment, the other person stiffened at the unexpected sound of his name before Takeshi glanced over his shoulder, a trademark cheerful smile  that didn’t reach his eyes this time. 

“What have you done?” Tsuna choked out, his mind struggling to comprehend the sight laid out before him. 

Brown eyes desperately locked with Takeshi’s own – desperately hoping and pleading that this was just a nightmare or perhaps even a sick joke his best friend was playing. However, the smell of blood permeating the air, and the remorseless look on Takeshi’s face told him otherwise.

“Yo, Tsuna. I wasn’t expecting you."

Takeshi admitted with an abashed grin on his face as he sheathed his katana still dripping with blood; ignoring the thud of the body that collapsed at his feet. Scratching his cheek in embarrassment, his eyes remained locked with Tsuna’s. From where they stood metres apart, Takeshi could see the visible shock directed at him for his actions. After all, Tsuna had always been a pacifist. Choosing to see the good in others and resorting to violence only as a last resort. He knew Tsuna would never forgive him nor would he ever understand, but that was fine with Takeshi; he didn’t need to be forgiven. 

Unable to bear looking at him anymore, Tsuna cast his gaze down as he drew a shuddering breath before promptly emptying the contents of his stomach. His body retching violently before his knees gave out below him, sending him crashing to the ground.

“Why… why would you do this?”

Stepping over the now lifeless body to close the distance between them, Takeshi knelt in front of Tsuna, ignoring the pool of vomit. His eyes softened in sympathy as his fingers slid under his chin, forcing Tsuna to look at him.

His thumb caressed Tsuna’s cheekbone leaving a small trail of blood behind on his skin. Red always did look good on him, Takeshi thought to himself before tracing over Tsuna’s bottom lip, ignoring the look of fear and disgust clearly evident in the brunette’s eyes.  An almost forlorn look crossed his face at Tsuna’s reaction.

“Are you afraid of me now, Tsuna?” Takeshi quietly asked with a tinge of sadness- unfitting the lazy carefree smile on his lips. The question lingered heavy in the air; they both already knew the answer.

Takeshi watched in fascination as Tsuna’s Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he desperately tried to regain his composure. 

“I don’t know who you are anymore.” His voice eventually came out in a strained whisper and Takeshi could easily hear the hurt and betrayal weaved in.

Holding Tsuna’s chin, he forced the other to meet his gaze before Takeshi pressed his lips against Tsuna’s. His eyes watched as Tsuna’s own widened in shock. Not giving him time to react, Takeshi’s tongue licked at Tsuna’s bottom lip- tasting the blood from earlier. 

Nipping at Tsuna’s bottom lip just hard enough to leave a mark behind, Takeshi could feel the other gasp against him.  The taste of sour bile still remained but that didn’t deter him as he deepened the kiss. It was a slow kiss, but not a gentle one as Takeshi cupped his cheek, tilting Tsuna towards a better angle. A small sound left Tsuna’s throat before Takeshi broke apart; his lips lingering close.

“Then you never knew me at all.”

[multi-fandom-imagine]

𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀 || Dino Cavallone ||

A/n: I love Dino, he's so cute.

Dino winced as you carefully wrapped his broken fingers, your touch gentle despite the scolding look in your eyes. He was sitting on the edge of your shared bed, his injured hand resting on your lap while you worked. His usual sunny demeanor was slightly dimmed by the pain, but he still managed to flash you a sheepish grin.

You knew this would happen again, the man was practically accident prone that you were surprised he didn't break his fingers by tumbling down the stairs or tripping over his feet.

“I swear, it wasn’t my fault this time,” he tried, though the way you raised an eyebrow told him you weren’t buying it.

“Oh really?” You huffed, securing the bandages with practiced ease. “So you’re telling me that your men didn’t have to carry you back here looking like you went ten rounds with a brick wall?”

Dino let out a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck with his uninjured hand. “Okay, maybe it was kind of my fault.”

“Dino.”

“Alright, alright!” He sighed dramatically. “I may have gotten a little reckless during training.”

A sighing escaped your lips as your fingers gently smoothed out the tape around his fingers as you continued your work.

“A little reckless?” You shot him a pointed look. “You broke three fingers, again. How many times do I have to tell you to stop using your hands to block attacks like an idiot?”

Dino grinned despite himself, his golden eyes gleaming with amusement. “But I am your idiot.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. “Yes, and I’d like to keep my idiot in one piece, thank you very much.”

He chuckled, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to your cheek. “You’re the best, you know that?”

You sighed, shaking your head as you finished wrapping his hand. “I know. And since I’m the best, I get to make the rules.” You shot him a playful glare. “No training until this heals.”

Dino groaned, dramatically flopping back onto the bed. “But I’ll get rusty!”

“You’ll get worse if you keep breaking yourself like this,” you shot back. “You will rest, or I’ll have Romario tie you to the bed."

Dino smirked. “Kinky.”

You swatted his good arm, making him laugh. “Shut up and behave.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he grinned, pulling you down beside him. “But only if you stay here and keep me company.”

You sighed but let him wrap his good arm around you, his warmth and familiar scent making it impossible to stay annoyed for long.

“Fine,” you muttered. “But if you break another bone anytime soon, I’m really going to scold you.”

Dino chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Deal.”

Biting back a groan, you shook your head as you buried your face into his chest. "Idiot."

"But I'm your idiot....forever.."Dino hugged you close as a snort left your lips.

[upsilambic]

More from the Reverse Trope Writing Prompts

True Hate's Kiss -Version 2 - Xanxus and Tsuna

"...No."

A collective groan erupts from the crowd of spectators. They have been arguing for nearly an hour already, and they are running out of time.

"No?! What do you mean 'no'?" Desperation has sharpened the edges of Gokudera's words to a fine point. It's clear he's on the verge of physically lashing out. Yamamoto and Ryohei subtly flank him in anticipation if they need to hold him back.

Xanxus, on the other hand, in a display of massive indifference, lounges in his chair and does not even crack open an eyelid in response to the distress swelling in the room. He also doesn't bother to elaborate on his answer. His second in command does this for him. Sort of.

"It means the opposite of 'yes', brat. Obviously." Squalo uncrosses his arms and draws an imaginary line in the air with his sword that Gokudera is not to cross, literally or figuratively. But while Squalo would defend Xanxus to the death from everyone else, the set of his shoulders and scowl on his face belies the fact that he is seriously contemplating using his sword to jab some sense into his stupid, stubborn boss.

"Boss. Boss! Let me do this for you! I will kiss the Usurper so you don't have to sully your lips!"

This heartfelt declaration from the Varia Lightening elicits more groans and a few "Shut up, Levi" 's, but there's not much heat in the words. They've had some variation of this argument a few times already, and no one feels like having it again.

Gokudera kneels next to the bed and gently brushes some hair from Tsuna's sleeping face. He casts his gaze over the rest of Tsuna's guardians. "Isn't there something else we can do?"

Yamamoto rubs the back of his neck. "Well, the sorceress was pretty clear. Tsuna has to be kissed by someone who hates him to break the spell."

"Lots of people have tried to kill the Tenth! There has to be more options!"

"Sure, but..." "But what?!"

Yamamoto shrugs. "Everybody likes him now. Except for, well, you know." Everyone in the room very carefully avoids looking at Xanxus.

"If we don't find a solution soon," says Gokudera, his voice barely above a whisper, "we'll not only lose the Tenth, but the whole flame system is going to start shutting down."

"I know." Yamamoto catches Squalo's eye. Squalo sighs heavily. Time for a Hail Mary.

"VOI Shitty Boss, you ever gonna do this or are your damn lips broken?"

Xanxus finally opens his eyes in a heated glare. When he speaks, his voice is low and dangerous. "The hell did you say, Trash?"

"I'm loud. You heard me."

"You think I can't do this?" Xanxus stands and stalks over to Tsuna's bed.

"I think you're delaying." Squalo makes an impatient face. "Let's get this show on the road! We've all got better things to do than sit here and watch Sawada drool in his sleep!"

"The Tenth does not drool!"

Squalo waves a dismissive hand at Gokudera, but his eyes never leave Xanxus. He smirks. "The sooner you do this, the sooner you can hold it over his stupid head that he owes you his life."

A slow grin spreads over Xanxus's face. "Yeah." He none too gently lifts Tsuna's chin, leans forward, and quickly checks to make sure there really is no drool.

In that pause, a small voice speaks out. It's Fran.

"You can use my chapstick first, if you are embarrassed by your dry lips," he offers.

There is an almighty scuffle as Varia and Vongola work together to tackle the young mist to the ground lest he undoes all the progress they've made.

Xanxus's eyebrow twitches as he watches the scene. He swears to God that when he is done saving the world, he's killing them all.

[noirs-pages]

Tsunayoshi 1

Summary: The future Vongola Decimo, Tsunayoshi Sawada, falls from the skies and lands right at your feet. Reborn follows, and tell you this is the man you’ll be expected to observe and record from his life until death.

(Ah, an old childhood favorite of mine. This was one of the shounen’s I grew up with, alongside D. Gray-man. It was on my brain, so I may as well. Oh, and everyone’s aged up. So no high school. Keep in mind it’s been years so I can and will probably get details confused.)

This skinny and rather pathetic sight of a man fell from the sky like a comet in nothing but bruises and underwear. Right in front of you, while you were enjoying a nice cold treat on this hot day. The weather and climbing temperatures had you pretty miffed most of the day, as this was one of your busiest days in university, so you figured you deserved a little treat from one of the many mobile carts and trucks that are always on the road towards the place.

The treat was nice and distracted you from the heat, but now you have this sight in front of you.

“Oh.” You said, because what else were you supposed to say? You’re not really a screaming or yelling kind of person. Lots of weird things happen and it’s always been your motto to just, take things in stride. You’ll be better for it.

You took another bite of your treat before it cooled down too much.

“You okay?” You poked the prone man with your shoe.

The man laying flat on the ground groaned and lifted his fluffy head. “Huh? Wha–” And then he ate rocks just as something else fell from the sky and landed gracefully on that poor dude’s head. He was out like a light.

“Ciao.” A very clear and very childish voice entered your ears, and your annoyance came back. Not in full force and certainly didn’t show on your face, lest you wanted a bullet between your brows.

“…” You took another bite of your treat as you started at little hitman Reborn. He didn’t say anything, but the smile on his face said all. Yeah, he’s not going to let you just walk away and attempt to find peace in this way too hot day. “So,” you took another bite, this stuff’s good, “This is the potential future Vongola Decimo, I take it?”

“Believe it or not,” Reborn kicked himself off this man and landed right in front of you, “this weak Tsunayoshi Sawada is the real deal, as unbelievable as that is. But, that’s why I’m here.”

You knelt and slipped a hand under this Vongola Decimo-to-be’s chin. You lifted his head and made sure to take a good look at what has been presented before you. Evidently, this was enough to bring this man’s consciousness back. He groaned, blinked, then realized you were right there.

Blood rushed to his cheeks, then over his ears, and soon his entire body was covered in a funny red flush like he just came back from a sunny beach sunburned. His eyes widened, his mouth stammered and his attempts to scramble were weighted down by all the bruises and likely heavily sore muscles.

Yikes, so this is what Reborn’s tutelage does to people. Glad you’re not on that side of the fence. But oh boy, this poor man.

You let go, let the squirming man have a break–passed out once more, jeez–then turned to Reborn. “He’s going to be eaten alive.”

“But he’ll survive,” Reborn jumped onto the nearest bench and sat down, petting his strange little lizard friend, “As long as he has the will, he has no choice but to improve. And you’ll be the one to record it all.”

“Yeah, yup, I know that,” You remember the ‘deal’ that was made between your family and Reborn. Well, it was less of a cordial deal and more Reborn just threatening your parents, and then them challenging him back because they can never resist the thrill of a good fight especially when they’re stuck archiving vasts amounts of information from the database crafted by your family. “Well, I better remember to fill up my pen later.”

The battle was lost, obviously since none of you are hitmen, but what Reborn wanted was strange. He wanted you, your eyes and your hands to record everything that is to happen regarding the future Vongola Decimo, even though he could’ve easily requested for free and unhindered access to your family’s database, or even several of your family’s observers and outfield recorders to help with the job.

You. Just you. Perhaps it has something to do with your status as family heir, or your family’s rather interesting history in regards to the Vongola’s. Well, honestly, you suspect Reborn’s trying to break your family’s vow of neutrality and have loyalties skew towards the Vongola’s, but you’ll never get a straight answer out of him.

“Don’t worry though,” said Reborn, black eyes ever observing through people’s veils, “I did promise that you won’t be bored. Just put up with him for a little bit and keep a very close eye on him.”

Is that really something he should be saying to you? You don’t even know this passed out man well enough to dislike him and therefore ‘put up’ with him.

“I will, I will,” but, the sooner you let things go as they may, the sooner you’ll go home with unhindered access to that juicy database.

[ravensilversea]

Like Morning Dew

Sunlight and birdsong stream in through the open window with the dewy scent of morning. Chrome blinks awake, watching a robin hop along the fence. She checks the time on her phone and smiles. Her alarm won’t go off for another hour.

She rolls back over, wrapping herself around Kyoko’s still sleeping form. Kyoko mutters into her pillow, and Chrome presses her face into Kyoko’s shoulders, breathing in the smell of her.

Her eyes flutter closed again.

Kyoko wakes her up later with a soft kiss and a gentle, “Good morning,” just before the peace is shattered by Chrome’s alarm.

[luz-is-overworked]

Fanfic Ideas

'Tokyo Revengers' x 'Katekyō Hitman Reborn!' Crossover

Blurb;

Takemichi grew up an ordinary child, with an ordinary education.

His mother had taken great lengths to ensure he had an ordinary life.

Of course she had also spun fairytale stories of magical multicoloured flames, stories that weren’t quite stories but more like fables, warning her son to run, run far away from anyone who looked like they had a faint mysticism about them.

He knew this, like he knew that the grass was green, if someone provoked a fight then you should be the one to end it, and we don't negotiate with the police.

Takemichi know this… knew that his mother had warned him that other flame-actives would be enticing, seductive even… but when he saw The Invincible Mikey standing over him with all the grandeur of a king... something in him snapped into place.

He had fucked it.

And now he was stuck.

Because of all the flame-actives to be drawn in by, his mother had warned him against one in particular.

Skies would give you a home, they were essentially unavoidable if by some freak miracle he ever did meet one in his lifetime, Storms were a whirlwind, but they were fiercely loyal and they weren’t the worst friends in the world, his mother had admitted… but no. Takemichi just had to get swept up in the glitz and glamour of a fucking latent Cloud.

God-forbid his mother find out!

[shnebrght]

Favorite Scent (Flufftober Drabble, KHR)

Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn Ship: 27K (Sawada Tsunayoshi x Sasagawa Kyoko) Word Count: 1,023 Prompt: Favorite Scent Event Host: @flufftober

-- Her focus left her the moment the scent came to her consciousness.

Momentarily stopping by the perfume, a warm smile rose to her features as she got caught up, reminiscing. "Tsu-kun," she started, "Do you remember when we got this?"

Several tryouts, many failed attempts and dozens of scoldings from his tutor drilled into him the proper way of putting on a suit. The Tenth had been occupied with his own preparation, clumsily but surely dressing himself for the occasion as the lady grabbed his attention - alarming the young man briefly before he heaved out a laughing sigh. "Ahh, that…" She looked like she was elated to remember.

"What brought this up?"

… …

The boy must have pinched himself about nine times so far. How couldn't he? Reality just didn't align with his self-perception. After all, here he was, walking side by side with the girl of his dreams!

"Ahh! Tsuna-kun, look!" The girl excitedly alerted, unconsciously picking her pace up towards the stand; "They're giving out samples! Let's try some!" Clearly, one of them was far more immersed in the immediate moment than the other.

To see her so happy, excitedly checking stores out like an enthusiastic child, Tsuna couldn't help but mentally tear up. "Yes, l-let's!" A thought crossed his mind. Kyoko-chan was already looking supefyingly good in her chosen attire for this date, but for her to enjoy herself this much was just precious.

…If only they were truly alone.

In this large mall, it was easy for Tsuna to single Kyoko out from the crowd, going as far as the extremely bold hand-holding attempt, shying away every time before their hands actually touched. Daring as he was today, he could even single the girl out from the numerous people in the crowd with them. What he couldn't ignore, was Lambo and I-Pin, chaotically running by them and right under their legs in their unconcerned game of tag.

Why did Mom think it was a good idea to have them join, today of all days!?

The stand was placed right outside a relatively unpacked cosmetics store; an obvious move to promote sales, even going as far as spraying some perfumes to the air in-front, drawing in a few potential customers - Kyoko among them.

"Tsuna-kun, which one do you like?" The girl asked, bending slightly forward towards the stand as she tucked a loose hair strand behind her right ear, with the boy in tow and quick to reply with a silly smile. "I don't know…"

How can he know? His favorite scent was her shampoo, which she just flared in his face with that simple hair movement. But saying that would be too embarrassing! In the spur of the moment, he mindlessly moved a hand towards one of the pinkish-colored samples; "T-This one, I guess…"

-- "Oh! Really??" Her reaction was too gleeful for a simple choice. Was that a hit?? "I really like this one too!" It was!!

Spraying some of the sample on her left wrist, she quickly took the boy's hand in as well-- "Here, Tsuna-kun, you try it too." Everything was so fast. Kyoko had her sneakily quick pace about her when she was excited, that much he learned when she went on her Appreciation Days. But to so casually grab his own hand? When he was struggling with that all morning!? -- Solid blush rose to the boy's face as soon as his hand was grasped, and with an awkward whiff to his wrist, he looked away; embarrassment and happiness oozing out of every corner on his face.

"O-Oh… It's… It's good, Kyoko-chan…"

Ever the air-head, caught up in her own stride -- it took Kyoko a short moment to realize why Tsuna reacted so timidly at the act; only acknowledging she grabbed his hand in her's after he reacted. Heat rising to her own cheeks, reddening her face all the way to her ears as right away, her mood shifted. Showcasing her own embarrassment, the girl looked down, her frame appearing smaller as she enclosed her body language unconsciously; hands held together at her skirt level.

"S-Sorry!…" She apologized - "I got a little, t-too excited…" Kyoko was an honest girl. Straight-forward and unassuming, and it reflected both in her values and manner of speech. In fact, she may have made conscious effort to make that a point. "It's just, strawberry vanilla isn't very common… But it happens that I really like this scent too…"

Damn it. Tsuna's thoughts failed to process anything more than how cute this girl was. Damn it!

In their awkward embarrassment, the clerk failed to draw their attention. They were there for sampling, weren't they…? Fortunately (or unfortunately) for the worker, the two toddlers having away their time just so happened to crash into the makeshift table, causing a ruckus as they always did - alarming both Kyoko and Tsuna far too late, as they knocked the entire stand over, spilling the contents of the samples all over themselves.

"Ahh! Lambo, I-Pin!!" "You kids…."

If there was anyone to count on to break the moment, it was those two. Snapped out of their mutual embarrassment, Tsuna and Kyoko gave each other some well-warranted, awkward laughter. "I'd feel bad getting nothing after that…" Tsuna admitted.

"I know, right…?" Seems like they were on the same page. "--Excuse me!" A single bottle of the perfume was promptly purchased as a result…

… …

"…We still have the original bottle?" Tsuna humorously asked, remembering that time.

"A lot's happened. Now it's just Tsu-kun and me," Kyoko laughed to herself, coming closer to her beloved.

For Kyoko, it was a keepsake more than anything. Vanilla-strawberry wasn't a popular scent for a perfume, especially nowadays. It was associated with childishness, desires of a young girl yet fully fledged. But at the same time, it was special for her. A small reminder of a certain date with a certain man she loved. Of course, she only wore it for very, very specific occasions. Its tendency waning over time.

And yet,

"You think we should get a new one on the way?" She asked.

He couldn't help but chuckle. "Yeah. Let's stop before dinner!"

[lightning-will-bovino]

Life of the smallest Bovino

Many stories had different interpretations of Lambo's parents and his blood family. Including the Ten-Year Bazooka. So I would like to give my own headcanon and twist.

Lambo is technically a bastard(/out-of-wedlock) child thanks to his paternal side. The man accused the wife of cheating, not knowing that she was pregnant. The man was taking word of mouth from a close female friend of his that the wife was "cheating".

In Italy, it takes a year to officially divorce so Lambo was born during trial but was kept a secret. It wasn't hard for the woman to keep it a secret since her belly and thankfully her belly doesn't show. Sadly she died during childbirth and Lambo is under his Grandfather's guardianship (the Don of the Bovino Famiglia). The man never knew about his son and married his female friend (the same one that said the wife was cheating, so yeah, the woman was set up.) Lambo knew of this when he came of age (18) and knows he has half-siblings. Lambo's reaction? He doesn't care and it prefers it stay that way.

When he was around 5, a mysterious purple bazooka showed up one morning, next to Lambo with instructions and blueprints. They were both written in Japanese but blueprints and instructions were written by two people. While the Don and the heir candidates were reading the letters, Lambo used the bazooka. Oddly enough Lambo was in a new Mansion while a party was ensuing. People rushed towards him and the first one to come close to him to kneel in front of him was a brown hair man. That's when he meets the Don of Vongola, Sawada Tsunayoshi. (He didn't know that was Tsuna until a decade later.)

The man was nice, a silver-haired man was loud, and a tall man with black hair and a nice smile was laughing. The brunette picked him up and assured his Grandfather, who was in a wheelchair, that there was no worry. The next few minutes were chaotic. Someone else yanked him out of the arms of the brunet into a squeezing hug, he screamed and yanked on the person's fingers. During the yanking, a green light shone brightly causing the person that manhandled him to drop him. Chaos ensues, and during that time Lambo returns back to his Grandfather's office. His Grandfather is hugging him while crying until one of his cousins comes into the office to inform everyone it's time for lunch.

During this time, Lambo was taught Japanese both in writing and talking while the Don followed the instructions of the letter and having his scientist to look over the blueprints. He told his Grandfather everything that happened when he traveled to the new Mansion, including holding a funny ring that was shining brightly with a green light with a seashell and a thunderbolt as its design. (All his experience was told to the CEDEF which made Iemitsu decide to have Lambo as a Guardian in exchange for Lambo to be protected.)

Months after, Lambo Is sent to Japan. His other cousins teased him that he couldn't beat Reborn and Lambo took that seriously.

The instructions had not only the address of Sawada and Irie but also how to get in contact with the head of CEDEF. To also have the Bazooka fully stocked and have Lambo keeping it close since it's being charged by his Lightning Flames (similar to a box weapon).

When the future was rewritten, the letters, blueprints, and the original bazooka disappeared, leaving behind a copy of the bazooka the scientists were able to replicate.

The real reason why the Don of Bovino cried when he got the news of Lambo being the Vongola Guardian was because seeing his grown version of his grandson, who is the spitting image of his daughter, wrapped in bandages and half-blind broke his heart. Knowing that his future change is enough for him.

[whiskeysmulti]

Omerta (A Dino x Squaletta drabble)

Word Count: 301 Characters: Dino x Squaletta Summary: Dino's taking a vow of silence regarding his feelings for a certain swords woman.

From this ASK!

They'd known each other since his academy days, so what made it so awkward after all these years? Dino hadn't exactly faced his feelings yet and honestly he wasn't sure what it was that he felt for the shark woman, but something about Squaletta had drawn him in since they were younger. She was attractive and strong and he knew a lot of other men had their eye on her, but he wasn't about to let someone else snatch her up, not Xanxus, not another boss, no one.

Was it love? possibly. At least from Dino's end it might be. He didn't know how she felt for him or if Squaletta had feelings at all for him. She was always rather rough in general so he couldn't blame her if it wasn't romantic. Dino always was a pipsqueak to Reborn, and a loser to so many with how clumsy he was, she could certainly find a better guy, right? Over his dead body.

Perhaps it was just jealousy in his eyes, or maybe because he felt other men would never be good enough for her, but Dino couldn't stand the thought of someone else taking her from him. She wasn't property, he'd kill someone if they treated her like that, so why not let it be him to treat her right? Dino was a loser to begin with, why would she even look at him as attractive?

Why did he care anyway? There was one little fact he'd overlooked and tried to deny this entire time. He wanted her and he wasn't ready to say it. Maybe the next time he saw her he could get up the courage to say something, but for now Dino would invoke the Omerta on his love life and wait until the time was right.

[lightning-will-signora]

Away from Ears and Eyes

Vongola is hosting a ball and everything is beautiful. People are dancing to a live orchestra, eating delicious platters of food, new bottles are being opened to pour, and light laughter in their conversations.

One would think no one could be sad in such event.

Except La, is experiencing that sad loneliness as she views the active party with a blank face from her corner. It's starting to feel suffocating in her long emerald dress. Not liking the growing suffocating feeling, Lambo walked towards an open balcony away from the activity, ordered the guards to not let anyone in except the Famiglia as she closed the double doors, and finally be able to breathe. She kick off her stilettos as she sat down on the stone bench.

Not one minute passed that she had company.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

⟣ honey calcite || Hayato Gokudera ||

A/n: Try to write for something I know won't get any hits but I do not care

Prompt used:

honey calcite (confidence)

Gokudera paced outside the school gates, a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips (unlit, because damn that stupid herbivore Tsuna would nag him about it). His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, shoulders tense, and expression twisted in frustration. This was stupid. Why was this so difficult?

He could fight off mafia assassins, strategize in the heat of battle, and take down enemies with dynamite in both hands. But this? Asking out a painfully shy girl who could barely make eye contact with him without her voice squeaking?!

Impossible.

His sharp eyes flickered toward you, standing near the entrance of the school, fidgeting with the hem of your sweater. You were waiting for someone, probably a friend, completely unaware of his internal struggle.

The sweater was too large on you, your hands hidden by the long sleeves, it was comically adorable and it pissed him off by how cute you were.

Fuck it. He just needed to do it. No overthinking, no hesitating.

He could do this.

With a sharp inhale, Gokudera strode toward you, stopping just a little too close. You instantly stiffened, eyes widening as you stared at him like a deer caught in headlights. He clicked his tongue, rubbing the back of his neck as his gaze flicked away.

“Tch. Look, I don’t have all day, so I’m just gonna say this once.” His voice was gruff, his words rushed, as if he was physically forcing them out before he lost his nerve. “Go out with me. Like, a date. Or whatever.”

You blinked. Once. Twice. Then stared at him, lips parting slightly in shock. Warmth was creeping up your neck at an alarming rate, and Gokudera felt his own cheeks burning under your stunned silence.

“…You don’t have to look so damn surprised,” he grumbled, scowling as he shoved his hands deeper into his pockets. “It’s not like I’m some loser, you know.”

“I-I—” Your voice barely came out, soft and breathless. You swallowed hard, gripping your sweater tighter. “Y-you w-want to… g-go out? W-with me?”

“Yes, obviously!” He huffed, then ran a frustrated hand through his silver hair. “Look, I know you’re shy and all, but—if you don’t wanna, just say it already, alright?!”

You shook your head so fast he thought you might get dizzy. “N-no! I-I mean—yes! I m-mean—um—I w-would like that…”

Your voice faded into a whisper, your whole body felt warm, to warm as you gave him a smile.

Gokudera felt a strange, unfamiliar warmth spread through his chest. Holy shit. You actually said yes.

His scowl softened—just barely—as he glanced at you, noticing how you refused to meet his eyes, shifting nervously. For some reason, he found it… cute...to cute

“Tch. Alright then,” he muttered, trying to sound casual despite the rapid pounding of his heart. “I’ll pick you up Friday. Don’t be late.”

And with that, he turned on his heel, stalking off before you could see the rare, embarrassed smirk tugging at his lips.

Best. Decision. Ever.

[upsilambic]

From the Reverse Tropes Writing Prompts

True Hate's Kiss

Levi stares down at Squalo's motionless form and grits his teeth. He wants nothing more than to let the smug, self-sacrificing, bastard die already. He could sit back and wait a few more minutes. No one would be the wiser, and the biggest obstacle in his life would finally be out of his way.

But that isn't what he does.

It rips Levi's heart out to know that of the two of them, Squalo is the one Xanxus would miss the most. The bitter frustration he feels when he is forced to acknowledge that Squalo is the one in whom Xanxus places the bulk of his trust is almost more than Levi can bear.

He does though because he is better than that. He's still Quality.

Levi might not understand why Xanxus puts up with the long haired loudmouth, but he knows, he knows and it kills him, that he would be disappointing Xanxus by coming back alone.

It is for the Boss's sake and no one else's that he gives Squalo CPR.

Later, Levi finds he can practically walk on air when Xanxus gives him a slight nod and curt "Good job" when he gives him the mission report. The only thing that can come close to hearing Xanxus's praise is the grudgingly look of if not respect than at least acknowledgement from Squalo for saving his life.

Runner Up: Mukuro and Hibari. I feel Mukuro would land a big wet one on Hibari purely out of spite.

Also Retirement Home AU: I would dearly love this this for the Varia. If they could live that long. Can you imagine how much more bitter and crotchety they would be 😂

[ciaossu-imagines]

K PROJECT - YATA MISAKI MASTERLIST

NSFW headcanons

Being asked to be a godparent

Morning & evening routines

Cuddling headcanons

Celebrating his birthday drabble

How he would feel about age gaps in relationships

Comforting a s/o who had lost a family member

Dealing with a mosquito in his room while he's trying to sleep

Does he eat food past the expiry date?

Under the mistletoe with his crush

Playing Mario Kart

Do they have a daddy kink or not?

Vampire AU! headcanons

Reaction to being beaten in cards by someone who was cheating

Reaction to finding out his daughter is pregnant

Reaction to being sent accidental nudes

Going to an amusement park with the rest of HOMRA

Cooking with his s/o

Which KHR Flame type would he be?

How he'd deal with a s/o who has dystonia

Comforting a s/o who'd had a seizure

Going trick or treating with the other HOMRA members

[hell-drabbles]

hi!! what fandoms do you write for?? ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

I write mostly for twisted wonderland @twst-drabbles, but I have a side-blog dedicated to original stuff @noir-drabbles, and another blog for fandoms that randomly enter and exit my head(such as Obey Me, KHR, Trinity Blood, Demon Slayer, etc) at @noirs-pages. I need to write down a list of media I'm familiar with and put that on the blog. But yeah go on ahead and ask at @noirs-pages for any animes you think I might be familiar with because I've watched a lot.

I'm familiar with Hunter x Hunter, Black Jack, D. Gray-man, Shugo Chara, Eye Shield 21, One Punch Man, Mob Psycho 100, Vampire Knight, and way more I'm sure, just can't recall on a whim.

[swimmingwolf59]

💖 🤷‍♀️ 🌷

Thank you for the ask!!

💖 Which of your fics is your pride and joy?

My mirrorverse fic, Out of the Light, my pokemon AU spones fic That Which is Yet Unknown, and First Impressions, my 5+1 McCoy meets Sarek because it was SO self-indulgent and I love re-reading it lol 😄

For non-star trek, my disco elysium fic Familiar Fluidity because it's a choose your own adventure, which I coded myself (based on a template) and had to write all the different options for lol, which took a LOT of work but was also a lot of fun!!

🤷‍♀️What's a fic you didn't expect to be popular, but really took off?

My rontoto fic, The Case of the Clairvoyant Friend Group!!! I didn't think kamoron was that popular lol, where did you 434 people come from lol???? Thanks so much for your support!!

🌷What's one of your fics that isn't as popular, but you hold dear?

I wrote a little drabble of Gokudera and ryouhei (not romantic), Customization, that is very close to my heart lol, I had a lot of fun writing it, but the KHR fandom is almost non-existent, and even the people who do exist don't care about that pair LMAO. Very valid, but it's still a personal favorite of mine~

[queenharumiura]

Meet the mun. Basics

NAME:  Neo

PRONOUNS:  She/her

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: Discord > Asks > Replies on posts = Tumblr IM

SINGLE / TAKEN: Taken

— three facts

I have an excel document where I keep track of all art that I've purchased/commissioned since 2021 because that's when my huge craze for collecting art from artists I like started. I did this to really put into perspective how bad my 'nochillitis' gets. I've--- spent a lot on dA artists lol. (don't get me started on gacha games)

If anyone knows Prince of Tennis, I have all of the 'Valentine Day Kiss' songs. Wouldn't you know that they keep releasing a new one every year? I collect them!

I don't know how accurate it is because I was doing it in my car and people were walking around so I got nervous but, according to singingcarrots, My lowest singing note is a F#3 and my highest is a D6.

— experience

I believe I've been rp'ing for about 16-17 years? I think only 7 years on tumblr.

— sub-genres

Tbh I don't understand what this means. KHR has a bit of crack humor to it, which appeals to my troll heart. It's easy to do wholesome fluffy things with Haru as well as it is to do angst. IDK if that answers the question.

— plots vs memes

Mmm... so I'm fine with winging threads and seeing where things go, but plotting things out usually does retain attention for both sides. Memes are fun, even if I tend to write them as if they are standalone things. Some memes are fine to be continued- but the drabble ones usually aren't. I do always make sure to specify that somewhere, either in tags or in the response itself.

If I had to say, I have a stronger preference to plots since it's easier to cater things to your muse. Memes are something I throw onto the dash when I have the time or in the mood for it. I don't have the best relationship with the inbox, so I personally don't have a good association with memes in general.

— long or short replies

Depends on the definition. I'm honestly not very good with sentence threads, and I will often slowly veer into paragraph territory. I tried sentence threads before, but that's when I was hit with 2 word responses- which is why it's in my rules to never give me 2 word replies. It became a peeve of mine.

The shortest I can go is probably a paragraph. The longest... I think to date may have been something between 1.5-2k words? I write whatever feels right for me in the moment, and I honestly don't mind however much or little my partner wants to write.

I can however be asked to keep my replies within a certain length (ie 3 paragraphs) and i'll adhere to that. 8)

— best time to write

Any time i'm not distracted with youtube/discord I tend to be more active in the afternoon to late evening hours. As for chatting, I tend to prefer hours 10am-4pm because it feels like it's still early in the day that I can afford to be distracted with conversations. After that, I do try to stay away from discord if I can so I can focus on writing.

If I have nothing to work on, then any hour of the day i'm awake is a good time to talk.

Stole from: @whiskeysmulti

Tagging: I don't tag, but I can if you'd like me to.