#khr reader insert

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Vongola Guardians Taking Care of You Headcanons

Hey, guys! I'm sick again! So you know what that means...dopey headcanons about fictional guys taking care of you, their S/O, when you're sick!

I did it for the Avengers last time, so let's apply it to my current hyperfixation this time around.

Note that this is all regarding the adult versions of the cast, and we are not working with A) COVID (because it's too real) or B) The in-universe original TYL!Time Line (because I don't feel like dealing with the whole Millifiore situation).

Tsuna Sawada

Tsuna's got a lot of work to do, running the Vongola, but that doesn't mean he's going to ignore you when you're sick. In fact, you being sick is probably enough of a distraction that he's not going to get that work done anyway--and he's definitely not above using you getting sick as an excuse to get away from his responsibilities for a little while. If it's really something important, of course he'll do it. Otherwise, he's with you all the way. Unfortunately, Tsuna's kind of useless as a caregiver. His heart is in the right place, but he's not entirely sure what to do, and if he tries to do something, it typically winds up spilled all over you. What he can do is that neat trick with his sky flame on his finger on your forehead. When you can't sleep, that's your ticket to dreamland. Except that once he did that, and you slept for two straight days. Everyone was very worried. Reborn congratulated him on sending his S/O into a coma. When you did wake up, you felt much better, but he's reluctant to try it again. Good thing that his company is enough to make you feel a little better most of the time.

Hayato Gokudera

This is the guy that researches every single symptom you have. He's got medical textbooks. He's got WebMD's symptom checker. He's got...books on exorcisms? So not everything he's going to try is necessarily scientifically accurate. And he's not going to let you rest either, because he's got an enormous whiteboard covered in diagrams of all his research. He even wants to dictate the way you sleep, because he's figured out the only way to do it that will actually get you better! And if you don't let him try to get rid of the evil spirits inhabiting you at least once, you're probably going to wake up in the middle of the night surrounded by candles while he stands by the bed chanting. At least the minute Tsuna needs him, he's gone, so you'll get some peace and quiet.

But Gokudera does make some amazing okayu. It's the worst okayu you've ever tasted. At first, you might wonder if Bianchi's the one that made it. But even though it tastes incredibly awful, it does actually make you feel better. it almost makes him playing nurse worth it from time to time.

Ryohei Sasagawa

Ryohei has probably never had a sick day in his entire life. If he had a cold, he just EXTREMED it out of his system, and that's exactly what he expects you to do, too. You can't let the cold win! You have to get up! You have to get up before sunrise! You have to go for a ten-mile run before sunrise! You have to go for a ten-mile run while carrying cinderblocks in both hands before sunrise! Show your illness how EXTREME you are, and you will never be sick again a day in your life! He's not making you do all of this alone. Ryohei is right there with you, doing the exact same thing but with a lot more enthusiasm. It's exausting.

Thankfully, he's got Kyoko around. Once she realizes what's going on, she can rescue you. She knows how to take care of sick people, and she'll get you set up in a nice, dark room with whatever you need, and she and Haru will make sure that you eat healthy and get plenty of rest--because, let's face it, you're probably worse off now than you were before Ryohei got his hands on you. You will live, but it might be a good idea in the future to call in sick to your S/O next time you've got a tickle in your throat.

Lambo

This 15-year-old guy has literally no clue what to do with a sick S/O. Heck, he has literally no clue what to do with himself when he's sick. He's so covered in girls your age anyway, so what are the chances that he notices that you're slogging your way through your day? Well, he does. That doesn't mean he's going to do anything about it...until I-Pin notices as well and chastises him for being so heartless.

And the truth is, he cares about you, and he hates to see you sick. He's not great at doing much more than playing gopher...but, again, he's 15. What else is he supposed to do? So at least for the day he'll get you whatever you want. Chocolate ice cream? Done. Ramen from I-Pin place of work? Absolutely. He consumes half of it, too, and he moans a lot about how gross it is, but ultimately you'd probably be a lot more lonely recuperating by yourself than with him around.

Takeshi Yamamoto

Does Yamamoto even realize you're sick? That is the question. He's known you long enough to know when something's up, but he also trusts you. When you tell him no, you're fine, please just go get beaten up by an Italian man with a sword like he planned, he's not going to argue. Yamamoto knows that you're tough, and if you don't want his help, he's not going to force it on you. He respects you too much to baby you.

On the other hand, on his way home from sparring with Squalo, he's going to pick up a few things. First, he's going to go to the store, and he's going to grab a couple boxes of medicine that sound like they'll help what he thought you sounded like you had that morning. Then he's going to go by his dad's restaurant and pick up a ton of sushi. If you're still not feeling well when he gets home, then he's got you covered. But if you still want to pretend that you're fine, then he just keeps the medicine in his coat pocket for later. He's fine pretending that you're fine if that's what you want. At least there's good food for a quiet night in so you can rest.

Mukuro Rokudo

I mean, as long as he needs you for something, he'll probably care that your sick. Your organs are still in the right place. There's probably not a good way to illusion away your cold and flu symptoms. So if you're fine, he's probably got better things to be doing, like plotting how to finally possess Tsuna and start a war within the mafia!

Oh, what? Really? You want him to say? Well, then, maybe he can put off the whole bloody war within the mafia thing off for another day or two. After all, it's been ten years and he still hasn't got around to it! But hopefully you know that you're in for a lot of getting your own juice bottles, or at least having him torment you about getting your juice bottles until your fever breaks.

Kyoya Hibari

Hibari doesn't get sick, because being sick is weak. But now that he's older, he can appreciate that no one is as strong as he is, so even his S/O is going to get sick from time to time. He is not going to baby you for choosing to be so weak as to catch a cold, however. You probably won't be seeing much of Hibari while you're ill. He's got important business to attend to.

But without saying it, he does make it clear he cares. He'll adjust your pillow in the morning before he leaves. He'll make sure there's plenty of tea in the cupboard. He'll send Kusakabe to check on you regularly. And since you did decide to throw your lot in with Hibari, this radio silence isn't exactly unheard of or unwelcome. Just make sure none of your other friends are around for a visit if and when he decides to come look in on you himself.

[ciaossu-imagines]

So, for the reader appreciation day of the event, I used the first personalization prompt for the lovely @softnightwhisp! Even when I get busy and forget to reply to dm’s for months on end, she’s still wonderfully supportive, reblogging my posts, sending asks, and helps keep me inspired to write! Hopefully these little personalized prompts (this one is set in the KHR universe) will be something she enjoys and will be a bit of a thank you 😊

Personalization Prompt #1 – Whisp

Siblings: None – canon or non-canon. You’re an only child, though you adopt ‘brothers’ and ‘sisters’ of sorts within your found family and within the work you do.

Best friend: Chrome, Ken, Fran, Chikusa, M.M., and Mukuro…they go beyond just friends to you and are your family, your safe and warm place to return to no matter what. Frenemies/Enemies: Because of your affiliation with the Kokuyo Gang, Hibari isn’t the fondest of you. The two of you aren’t hostile or anything and you certainly don’t pick fights with him or anything. He just doesn’t like the people you adore and thus there’s a cool indifference between the two of you. Crushes on You: I definitely see Ken having developed a crush on you during his later teen years. However, the feelings weren’t returned and though it took him a little bit to get over his feelings, which led to some awkwardness between the two of you for a while, in the end, your friendship with him didn’t suffer because of it and the two of you are very close as adults. First Romantic Relationship: I do believe your first romantic relationship was with Mukuro. There’d been some feelings on your side for a while and the two of you dated for about five years. However, the relationship just wasn’t solid enough to survive the test of time and the romantic love faded into something akin to just life companions. Because of this, the two of you did break up, but you both do agree that you are people that the other one’s life wouldn’t be complete without and there are no hard feelings regarding the previous romantic relationship. Lost Virginity To: Mukuro Married/In A Committed Relationship With: After your relationship with Mukuro, I believe you dated a couple other people, including Byakuran there for a time. You’re in no serious rush to settle into anything super-committed though and I think you just enjoy your life for a bit before eventually settling down into a relationship (there are so many options I could see you working with that who you settle down with is currently undecided.) Cockblocked by: Ken and Fran are both horrible for this. They’re both people who just tend to barge in on people, because they kind of feel a little entitled to other’s time and attention, especially if that person is someone they care about, and they never stop to think about what you might be in the middle of. Affiliation: The Kokuyo Gang

Special Abilities: I know it’s an unpopular opinion, because ‘oh, Sky Flames always need to be the boss of a Family or something’, but nonetheless, I do heavily see you as having Sky Flames. They’re not as pure and strong as say, Tsuna’s Vongola Sky flames, but they are decent enough as far as purity goes, though you do your best not to physically fight anyone anyway.

5 Headcanons About Your Life:

You initially met Chikusa, Ken, and Mukuro when you were all children. They had just escaped from the Estraneo and you being the kind child you were, you took an interest in these poor children, playing with them, sharing your snacks with them, and such. They pop in and out of your life after that initial meeting and befriending them, mostly out after they were captured by the Vindice. However, they returned shortly before they set out to go to Kokuyo Land. They sought you out for a safe place to hide from the Vindice, not letting you know that, of course, while they got their plan all straightened out. When they decided to go to Japan, you somehow ended up going along with them.

As with anyone who is in that little group of his, yes, Mukuro has cut you with his trident and yes, he can possess you and use your body if he so desires. However, it’s not something he often does, as your body is not well suited to his soul and isn’t exceptionally physically strong, though he has done it on a couple of occasions. On one occasion, it was done solely to protect and save you and that’s something you have never forgotten and part of why you’re so loyal to him – because you do know he truly cares.

The Kokuyo do make use of your keen insight into people and how easy people find you to be to talk to. You are useful in gathering information or in noticing things that they would not. However, how easy it is to divulge secrets to you and how supportive and soothing you are? It also comes in useful for these bunch of traumatized people and you often find yourself playing secret keeper/counselor/mental health support, especially for people like Ken, M.M., and Chrome. The only ones who have never fully opened up to you about their inner worlds are Chikusa and Mukuro, who have developed very thick, almost impenetrable walls throughout the years.

Though you are the closest to the Kokuyo Gang, I do see you befriending the other characters as well. You do get close to Tsuna and his family, particularly Tsuna and Yamamoto, who become good friends of yours. You get closer to Kyoko and Haru too, especially once Chrome becomes so close to them. On top of that, kids naturally kind of take to you and I-Pin and Lambo have definitely begged for you to go and play with them more than a time or two.

As said, after the end of your relationship with Mukuro, I do believe you do have fun dating without rushing into anything, and I see Byakuran and Gokudera as both being people you do date for varying lengths of time. Gokudera and you end up being really quite close and he starts to open up to you more, so even if the relationship with him is a ‘maybe it works out, maybe it doesn’t’, he’s someone who really does start to trust and respect you and the two of you will become very close friends either way.

[threepandas]

Sun Burnt: Part 3

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When a legendary hitman Eye Threatens to break both your fucking legs?

They Are Not Joking.

FUCKING OW.

Still! Jokes on HIM! I'm in to that sh-! Wait, no, not the time for memes! Or is it jokes? Irrelevant! I can still fuckin RUN, is the thing. Sucks to SUCK, Sun boy! Us Lightnings are BUILT DIFFERENT!

And I BETTER not hear any snide "yeah I BET they are" from the peanut gallery!

My Flame type ROCKS! I am a TAZER who can put my fist through WALLS. Stand dead center of a road and just? Fuckin TANK a speeding car! Can YOU? Didn't THINK so! Lightning supremacy! One of you fuckers gimme a highfive! HELL YEAH!

But also? Like... I take back EVERYTHING I ever said about the Carcassa.

ALL OF IT.

They are the GEMS of the Mafia. The SHINING HEARTS of raw compassion! Skull-sama's willingness to PERSONALLY piss off The "I AM The Dread God Lesser Deity's Fear" Reborn? An inspiration to us all. I... I would steal for this man. Like? For FREE. Not DIE for him or anything, God no, but? I would steal really REALLY expensive shit for him!

The man's an absolute mad lad. A LEGEND.

I will NEVER forget this... assuming I survive.

Because somehow HE already has my name, face, and multiple alias plastered OUT FOR THE WORLD TO SEE. Ha ha... oh god. Thaaaaat is a bounty. BIG bounty. Lots of zeros. G...gonna die.

My phone chimes.

"You know exactly who this is. Pick up." The screen reads, right before it rings.

HA HA, NOPE!

I stand, well more like shoot to my feet, from my seat on the ground. Quuuuick steps too the blimp windows. Wrench those open. Sim card out! Crush the phone. AND YEET!!! BeGONE DEMOOOON!

We shall NOT be engaging with The Devil today! No Sir!

.....Skull's phone starts ringing.

I whine like a cornered animal. So... this is what a real life horror movie feels like. NEAT. I hate it! I watch, probably shaking, as Skull-sama casually drags out his phone. Glances down at it. Then over his shoulder at me. He doesn't even fully turn his head. Just one Cloud flame purple eye that seems to light up from within.

He's a happy go lucky guy. Cool dude. But like all Clouds? Fucking HATES cages. Being or SEEING other imprisoned. Trapped. Cornered and forced to do something against their will. And as the planet's STRONGEST Cloud?

He's always had exactly zero problems telling Reborn to fuck off to his face. Even when it gets him shot at. Everyone knew that.

"Sempai! Calling the GREAT Skull De Mort just to CHAT~♡? I KNEW you loved me BESTEST!" He PROJECTS into the phone, his speaking cadence shifting.

He'd been gregarious, bombastic even, the whole time I'd been on board. The sort of guy you can't help but want to buy street food with and check out some weird local sight you heard about. The guy that turns an event into a PARTY. A get together into a memory you TREASURE. Larger then life and unashamedly so.

But this? THIS was the SHOWMAN.

And this was the Showman being Obnoxious and MEAN.

Loud, intentionally grating voice. No break in the endless flood of mind numbing chatter that went no where. Bellowing cackling that even the best of speakers would be hard pressed to handle. Standing near machines and windows so the background noise garbled EVERYTHING.

Let no one say Clouds are not PETTY.

"Hmmmmm~? Your WHAT? Sempai! Don't be SILLY! You can't OWN people! That's SLAVERY! It's against~...!" He turned, leaning like a rock star of old against some navigation compartment. Casually examining his nails with a MEAN and wolfish smile on his face. "Waaaaa! Don't be maaad~ Don't be MAAAAAD~!! You know I'd NEVER lie to YOU, Sempai! I'd never DARE! I promise I'll keep a look out, m'kay? What? Don't hang up? Sorry! Can-KRRRRSHK! n't quite KKKKKRRRRRSK! Heeeeear yoooouuuuu~☆!"

Click.

He casually tossed his phone to one of his men. Ignored it even as it rang and rang. With an excited clap of his hand, he hopped up, out of his loose legged splay to stride over. According to him? We should eat! Have I had Burmese food? It's delicious! One of his guys just got "into" the whole cooking thing! So everyone is being supportive!

I can't help but laugh. Everyone politely ignores how wet it is, as Skull-sama throws an arm over my shoulders and drags me from the cockpit.

I know I'm not safe. But for now? Fuck it. Good enough. Maybe Skull-sama knows someplace Reborn might not IMMEDIATELY find me. And who knows? When this all blows over? Maybe I should join up with his crew. Reborn can't be THAT obsessed. Right? It was just the initial harmony high. With no Sky to actually bind us, he'll lose interest.

Behind me... the phone rings.

And rings.

And RINGS.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

★Fullmetal Alchemist★

Little Mustang on the Loose || Roy Mustang ||

Blinfolds- Greed (Smut fic)

I'm not jealous || Greed ||

★Naruto★

Stargazing - Gaara

𝗔 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝗗𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 || 𝗞𝗮𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗶 𝗛𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 ||

Kankuro and his shy S/O.

Kabkuro asking out the reader.

“You look even more beautiful covered in snow.||Naruto Uzamaki||

Falling in love with a single mother- Iruka.

Love of cooking- Shikamaru Nara

Kakashi as a father HC's

Gaara as a father.

★Other★

honey calcite || Hayato Gokudera ||

[care]-Loid Forger.

Incorrect Anime x Reader quotes.

Ichigo x Reader nerf gun war.

Sanzo- I made you hot coco

Sanzo - A kiss

Sanji / Gojyo calming down their S/O

Tamaki (Ouran High ) x Reader

Kyo x Reader share their first kiss

Shigure teasing the female!reader

Post nightmare cuddles ( Sayuki men)

★Cowboy Bebop★

Spike pins Reader to the wall

Pinned- Spike

How Spike courts his S/O

How romantic Spike is

Jet- First kiss

Running your fingers through Spike's hair.

Spike finding out he's a father

Sharing a bed with Spike

I saw mommy kissing santa clause - Spike

Forehead kiss - Spike

Longing - Spike

Forehead Kiss - Sanji

★Pokemon★

HC's of Larry confessing his feelings

Brock with a shy!S/O

A kiss in Joy - Larry

A kiss goodnight - Larry

You feel like home - Larry

★Inyuasha★

InuYasha, Miroku, and Sango coming to the modern world and falling for a modern woman

★Jujutsu Kaisen★

[momodita]

snapshots. [—gokudera hayato]

TAGS / WARNINGS: tyl setting, male reader, reader       wears a suit, gokudera being gokudera, reader       provokes him, suggestive themes, kissing WC: 1,000 NOTE: he's so stupid i have to kiss him

✗ MINORS / AGELESS / BLANK BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.

“Aren’t you done yet?”

Your eyes locate Gokudera easily. “Oh, you found me! Did Tsuna send you? Is he worried?”

Gokudera scoffs. “As if. We’re supposed to gather after everyone leaves.” There’s a severe twist of his mouth—his default reserved for everyone but Tsuna. “Hurry up. You’d better not keep the boss waiting.”

You tut, do a lazy half-turn in front of the mirror. “A little patience would do you some good, Gokudera.” There’s no hiding the wet patches on your suit. “Well?” you prompt, raising your arms. “Did I miss any spots?”

“There’s nothing.”

“Okay. What about my pants?”

His jaw tics. “No.”

“And my back?”

“Enough fooling around! There’s a damn mirror right there.”

You smile, gleeful. “What if I just wanted to monopolize your time?” A blush bleeds into his throat. It’s one of your favorite games: to test him—to see what breaks that hostile stoicism. Laughter escapes, splayed hands go up in surrender. “Just kidding! I’ve got a rendezvous and I wanna look my best.”

Gokudera scowls. “You’ve been hanging around Shamal too much.”

Your head tips. “Not all of us are as sexless as you.” He splutters, embarrassment giving way to anger as you adjust your tie. “Unfortunately, it’s not like that.” You lock eyes in the mirror. “Though, if you think about it, everyone outside probably thinks we’re having our own little rendezvous right now.”

Gokudera’s fists clench. Baring his teeth at you—defensive, ready to snap. “Idiot. Don’t be stupid.”

You turn on your heels and advance upon him. To your delight, he stands his ground. “Everyone’s looking at you, Gokudera-kun,” you murmur, examining how the bathroom light reflects in the bright green of his irises. “They want to know your next move. They want to know if you’re gunning for anyone.” The corners of your mouth pull up. “Why don’t we give them something to whisper about?”

This close, you can smell his cologne—warm and unobtrusive. Painfully suitable despite his prickly disposition. This close, the crease in his brow is deep.

You step back, smile widening. “Kidding again! But if you change your mind, you know where to find me.”

Gokudera covers the distance in one long stride. He drags you forward by the lapels of your jacket. Your spine aches in protest as he wrestles you against the granite countertop.

“Quit fucking with me,” he growls, eyes narrowed and furious. “You’re always jerking me around. Don’t think I won’t put you in your place.”

An eyebrow lifts—your amusement obvious. You speak in a low purr: “Be careful with that temper, Gokudera-kun. You’ve always been too hot-headed. It’s why you’re fun to provoke.”

He snarls, pushes you harder into the sink. “Bastard, I’ll kick your fucking ass.”

You sigh, relaxing into his grip. Your fingers spider up the front of his chest. He’s gone rigid, tendons taut, his suit pulling tight over muscular biceps. “You’re just so easy to fluster, Gokudera-kun.” His nostrils flare when you coax his tie free from the confines of his jacket, the material sliding between your fingers. “Easy to tease, easy to rile up; it’s no wonder kid Lambo liked messing with you.”

His face is centimeters away; each puff of breath brushes your cheeks. Lingering cigarette smoke clings beneath his cologne. “There’s no one around,” you continue. “You’re welcome to start a fight. I’ll even let you hit me—if you can.” Your gaze drops to his mouth, the pink fullness of his bottom lip. An erotic sight, really. It would be easy to tip your face and kiss him. To close the distance like you always teased.

But then the moment passes. His grip loosens, and you extract yourself, using a single hand to give a light push. He goes unexpectedly easy as you create distance. “Don’t worry your pretty head. I won’t cause Tsuna any trouble. Why don’t you return to him, hm? Lambo’s probably done getting cleaned up.” You step back.

Gokudera lunges. Hauls you bodily against the door at the same time his lips meet yours in a bruising kiss. It’s clumsy—your mouth aches from the force of it. His inexperience comes with tightly coiled aggression as he manages to kiss you senseless, body pressing into yours.

Air tears from your lungs in a gasp when he pulls away, meeting your gaze only briefly before bending to latch scalding lips on your neck. Your eyes flutter shut. It’s your turn to hold onto him, the thick material of his suit crushed in your fingers as your heart catches while his mouth drags along the hot length of your throat.

“This is all it takes to shut you up?” Gokudera rasps against your throbbing pulse point. Euphoria radiates behind your ribs as you go boneless on weakened knees.

Laughter escapes in a breathless rush. You squint against the bathroom light. “If you wanted to kiss me, all you had to do was ask.”

“Shut up.” The wet press of tongue is all the warning you get before teeth: he bites down firmly, drawing a squawk of protest as you tug the short strands of hair at his nape. His thigh nestles tightly between your legs: an anchor that makes your lungs squeeze.

“Gokudera—” Your eyes fly open when the door creaks and pushes into you, someone on the other side attempting to enter. The flat of your palms find his chest, shoving him back. He collides with the opposite wall as you spin to yank the door open.

Yamamoto blinks, looking between Gokudera—quietly victorious, swearing, stumbling over his own feet—to you: fighting the urge to cover the stinging spot on your neck, embarrassment causing the fine hairs to stand. Gokudera’s teeth must taste like your skin. The thought makes you dizzy.

“He slipped,” you say without letting them get a word in. “I’m going to find Mancini. Ryohei must be talking his ear off.” You weave around the stunned Rain Guardian, leaving the other men behind.

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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.

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[khrrarepairweek]

Hello, KHR Fandom!

So after some discussion, we thought we'd introduce a poll that may influence the direction of KHR Rare Pair Week. The question for you all today is: "Do you want OCs in KHR Rare Pair Week"?

https://forms.gle/kJUHULsZaG8M16Z66

An Original Character will be defined as "an original character that did not appear in KHR in canon, created by the fanworks creator."

However we'll also be polling on reader inserts to differentiate the two and be able to clarify our rules.

A Reader Insert is defined as "a character created for the sake of the readers self-shipping with a character."

Thank you very much!

[roalinda]

Thank you so much for the tag @jamesunderwater ❤

🍓 how did you get into writing fanfiction?

I remember coming across FF.net randomly one day years ago. I used to write before that but I have never published it online and just had them as drafts. After that I decided to tiptoe into the world of online fan fics.

🍇How many fandoms have you written in?

Bleach, Magi, KHR, VK, Gintama , Karneval, Osomatsu-san, Kuroshitsuji, HP, Red white & Royal Blue

🍈 How many years have you been writing fanfiction?

More than 20 years.

🍎 Do you read or write more fanfiction?

Depends on my mood. Recently been reading more than writing, mostly because I have strayed into a new fandom. But when I start to write, I don't read anything to stay focused.

🍌 What is one way you've improved as a writer?

I think the most important improvement is that I have learned ( or at least I hope ) how to use comma and full stop in my writing. Yes, it sounds simple and stupid but my first language's way of using them is absolutely different, so I used to mix up a lot.

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I have absolutely no patience for editing. ( I do it of course and I have lovely betas who help me ) but the way I'm so impatient to post practically is like a toothache. 😭

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Different cat foods for my - Sirius has a pet kitty - HC 😼

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Those kinds which are like : knehfejvfwgfej 🤭 also I love it when my lovely readers put time and write a review in which they insert they favourite lines ♡

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Sirius digging James' practical rotten corpse out of his grave .

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Long ones because I'm very lazy and also my concentration period is 0 .

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I'm generally a angst writer but funnily enough writing humour is way easier for me. 🤣

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Jily. I mean, I have written jilypad and I'm writing jily in my drafts but I'm very nervous about sharing it one day, since getting Lily's character is a bit hard for me. Also, I want to try my hand at Sirius/Bella but writing that supernova explosion needs confidence which I don't have. 😭

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My friends in AF kept calling me that and it remained. 🥰

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[youll-ruin-the-flowers]

Random fic archive I never saw anyone talk about Ghosts of the Vanguard went ghost sometime in the last few years and I am distraught for one reason: I never finished Tales of the New Disciplinary Committee, a fic I started reading when I was in junior high and had to use my 3DS to read fanfic. It was a KHR reader insert longfic set after the events of the series. Like, the characters were OCs for the most part. I remember Hibari would show up, but none of the actual cast was really present. And I feel like I'm the only person who ever read the thing, much less remembers it.

[strawwritesfic]

Fran x Female!Hibari!Reader: A Cure for Gelotophobia

Summary: "After all, you should have been able to predict that Kyoya and Mukuro would start fighting the minute they laid eyes on one another."

Rating/Tags: G (Alternate Universe - Ten Years Later; Party; Dresses; Female Reader-Insert; Reader is Hibari Kyoya's Sister; Public Humiliation; Mild Language; Background Tsuna/Kyoko; Background I-Pin/Lambo)

Word Count: 3,806

Challenge: 160 Collective Drabbles

Prompt: Pyramid

Tag List: @imaginesfire

Notes: So just to be absolutely clear: This is set when everyone is ten years older, but it's not set in the original Ten Years Later universe that they all traveled to for the arc. They've all grown up since that point. Clear as mud?

And yes, I did actually write for this prompt years ago. But when I was going through the challenge, I was terribly embarrassed by the resulting one shot. White people going to Egypt and blowing up a pyramid played for laughs?? And then I spent exactly ten seconds researching how one should behave respectfully in Cairo, and I gave the old one shot up as a wash and decided to replace it. I haven't watch Agents of SHIELD in eons anyway.

Many thanks to my real life best friend for helping me come up with a better idea for "pyramid."

Ao3 Version Here

A Cure for Gelotophobia

Different things scared different people. Oh, there were common phobias: fear of heights, fear of spiders, fear of enclosed spaces. You liked to think you stood above such paltry feelings like fear. At your relatively young age, you'd already faced numerous challenges and come out the other with the battle scars to prove your skill. Rarely nowadays did you feel your heartbeat speed or your breath catch inside your lungs. But you felt both at that very moment, though there wasn't a single enemy in sight.

Tsuna and Kyoko's engagement party had only just begun. The ballroom at the Vongola's Japanese headquarters was tastefully decorated for the event. Evening sunshine beamed through the colossal windows looking out on to the thriving garden. Friends and family (and Family) of the couple drifted in and out from all directions, and all of them wore formal garb, the men, suits; the women, colorful gowns. Standing awkwardly by the drink table, you felt entirely out of place.

"What on earth are you wearing?"

The question asked in the familiar deep voice of your older brother, Kyoya Hibari, did not soothe your nerves. You shifted and found yourself unable to meet his gray eyes. Avoiding his face would only upset him, but you simply couldn't manage to lift your gaze. At least you kept your own voice steady when you answered:

"It's a ball gown."

"Is there a reason you've chosen to look so ridiculous?"

Pins and needles sharper than Roll's shot up your arms. Trust Kyoya to speak your fear into existence the moment he saw you. Just looking at yourself in the mirror before coming downstairs, you knew—well, you knew you didn't look as natural as the likes of Kyoko and Haru and Bianchi looked in their dresses. When your typical black-tie attire consisted of a literal black tie, suit, pants, and dress shirt in your Flame color, of course you stood out like a sore thumb wearing a gown.

"I just thought it would be nice to dress up for the party." You crushed the hem of your skirt in one fist.

"And if something should happen to necessitate moving quickly and precisely?" he asked.

"Kyoya," you groaned. "No one is going to mount an attack on the Tsuna's engagement party, all right? No one!"

"You're certain of that, are you? Hn. Well, if you want to risk getting blood all over your pretty clothes..."

"As if you aren't the goriest fighter here," you muttered, rather than admit he'd made you feel dumber than ever. You'd spent a decent amount of money on this outfit, and some of tonight's guests were sure to misbehave, even if their actions didn't amount to bloodshed. "No one is going to start a fight tonight," you said more firmly, "Hayato would kill them if they so much as thought about it."

"Do you think he'd mind killing Lambo now as opposed to later?" came a new voice to your conversation.

You looked around to spot your good friend I-Pin sauntering up to you and your brother, resplendent in an electric blue and yellow qipao. She offered a respectful bow to Kyoya, who answered with a slight inclining of his head, before she turned to give you a once-over.

"You look great, [Name]!" she said.

Awkwardly, you fingered the neckline of your gown. "I take your comment to mean you and Lambo are currently off."

I-Pin hummed noncommittally. Her surreptitious glance at Kyoya was answer enough. You spied Lambo across the hall, surrounded by the usual hoard of squealing fans, but even from this distance you could see his eyes darting toward I-Pin's back every few seconds. So she hadn't just come over to compliment your appearance, then; this was a strategic position on her part. Whether he'd willingly admit it or not, Kyoya had a soft spot for her—and not an ounce of sympathy for Lambo.

"Anyway," I-Pin said with a wave of her hand, "don't listen to Mr. Hibari. If Lambo tries anything disruptive tonight, I'll kill him myself. You just focus on wooing you-know-who."

You felt rather than saw Kyoya stiffen beside you.

"I-Pin," you hissed between clenched teeth.

She winced. "Sorry. Was that a secret?"

"So that's why you decided to wear something like that," he said.

"Kyoya—" you began, but he cut you off.

"I forbade you from speaking to him, did I not?"

Only your brother could make his fury plain with such a cold, emotionless voice. But he had trained you well. You did not quail at his tone. Instead, you looked him straight in the eye and said:

"I can speak with him if I want to speak with him."

"Oh? And how do you plan to defy me when you can't even reach your weapon right now?"

Poor I-Pin could only watch as you and Kyoya sized each other up. Her dark eyes were huge in her face. Probably she knew the same thing that you did: You couldn't take him. Kyoya wasn't called the strongest Vongola Guardian for no reason. But the minute you let on that you knew that would be the minute he won.

"Tsuna says we should be welcoming. If he doesn't care if I talk to him, why should you?" you asked.

"She's right, Mr. Hibari. Mr. Sawada wants—"

Kyoya gave I-Pin a look that clearly told her to stay out of his family disputes. Her mouth snapped shut, and she shot you an obvious nonverbal apology. Well, it wasn't her fault your brother was so good at holding grudges.

"Tsuna can 'welcome' whoever he wants," he said. "But you—

"What happened between you and Mukuro happened ten years ago, and it has nothing to do with me!"

"Kufufu. Speak of the devil, and he will appear."

And there, through a sudden dense mist that surrounded the refreshment table, materialized a tall figure in shadow. The fog rolled away to reveal a familiar man with long blue hair. I-Pin gasped. Mukuro didn't spare her a second glance. As usual, he had eyes only for Kyoya, and Kyoya for him.

"Don't tell me I'm the culprit of another little Hibari family spat. Poor [Name]," Mukuro purred, pulling you against his side. "Is the big, bad Cloud Guardian bullying you again?"

"Let her go," Hibari said in a tone that would have struck terror into the heart of anyone else.

Mukuro just slid his gloved fingers into your painstakingly-crafted hair. "If she wanted me to let her go, she could easily make me herself. Isn't that right, dear little [Name]?"

All you could do was grit your teeth and tug futilely against his grip. It was always like this when anyone forced Mukuro and Kyoya into the same room together. Try as you might to find Takeshi in the crowd to signal for aid, you couldn't find him. Anyone else getting involved in this exchange would only make things worse.

"Oh, Mr. Hibari, I really don't think taking our your tonfa is a good idea!" I-Pin said.

Or perhaps things would get worse without Hayato or Ryohei's help.

"Do we really have to do this?" you raised your voice so that Kyoya could hear.

Of course, he said nothing. Mukuro simply laughed again. The sound raised the hairs on the back of your neck at such close quarters.

"What do you mean? All I'm doing is greeting a dear friend of mine."

"We are not friends."

"[Name], you wound me. Did you not just say that what lies between your brother and myself has nothing at all to do with you?"

"You're not who I'm concerned about."

"Ahhh. So it's still my beloved disciple that holds your—"

Only because you'd seen them fight so many times over the course of your life were able to shift in time to avoid Kyoya's first strike with his tonfa. Mukuro let go of you before the metal could touch him. The sudden disappearance of his iron grip sent you tumbling to the hard ground.

"[Name], are you okay?" I-Pin asked as you struggled to right yourself around your gown. All you seemed capable of was getting yourself more tangled.

"Kyoya might have been right about the dress," you answered.

"But he's the one that started it!"

At least you'd dodged the opening assault. No doubt your brother would have blamed you for getting in the way of his never-ending battle with Mukuro, skirts or no skirts. But now you lay forgotten—literally—in a heap while those two duked it out again. Each face already glistened with lines of blood, and, much to your horror, the whole debacle had started to draw attention.

"Oi! What do you bastards think you're doing?!"

"Shit," you said as you spotted Hayato rushing in the direction of the fracas. The spaces between each of his fingers held sticks of dynamite. You had to act fast, or Tsuna's entire party would have to be held in the ruins of his recently-built mansion. "Would you two knock it off?!"

If either Mukuro or Kyoya heard you, neither showed it. Only the ubiquitous sound of tonfa clanging against pitchfork replied. Hayato sped nearer all the while. The dynamite drew closer and closer to the lit cigarette clenched between his teeth. Though I-Pin continued to grasp your shoulder as she watched the chaos unfold around her, you managed to shake her off. With a tremendous amount of effort, you heaved yourself up to your feet.

"Stop!"

Although he hadn't mentioned it, your brother probably wouldn't have approved of your heels either. You'd agree with that in retrospect as well. The sudden momentum combined with your clumsy gait sent you stumbling right into the middle of the fight.

"Not at this party, you assholes!"

And just in time for Hayato to throw his own weapon into the ring. The dynamite soared at you as though in slow motion. You could not dodge. You could not swipe it away. You could only watch, aghast, as the explosive sailed right up to you before it detonated with an earsplitting boom.

Crash!

A loud ringing filled your ears. Above you hanged jittering crystals, clouds of smoke, and wisps of purple and indigo flames. You stared at this kaleidoscope in a daze. Then, all at once, sensation slammed back into you: laughter, pain, cold, wet.

"Oh, children! Couldn't you have waited for the real party to arrive before you got to the fun part of the evening?" Footsteps walking through shards of glass heralded the arrival of yet more of an audience to your mortification. "Got into the liquor a little early tonight, hmm, [Name]?"

You recognized the barely stifled laughter before your brain caught up with your eyes to recognize the bright red and lime green blurring across your vision: Lussuria. The Varia had at last arrived.

A chill seeped into your bones—or maybe that was just the wine soaking through your ruined dress. Unwilling to sit there a moment longer, you gingerly peeled yourself off the collapsed table littered with the remains of the pyramid of glasses. Whether I-Pin's gasp was in reaction to the stains on your wardrobe or the cuts you could feel opening up across your shoulders and arms, you couldn't say. You didn't have the mental capacity to ask, for directly next to the Varia's Sun Guardian—who was practically quivering with glee at your predicament—stood the one person you'd been hoping to impress that evening.

Fran's face betrayed nothing of what he felt upon finding you in such a state. Why would it? It never did. Just behind him, Mukuro's red eye danced with amusement. Your brother narrowed his own eyes at the back of Fran's head—covered, as always, by some ludicrous cap.

Fran made eye contact with you. He said nothing. You said nothing.

"Oh, [Name]."

You felt I-pin lightly grasp your shoulder again, but you shook it off once more.

"I need to go change," you mumbled.

Without waiting for anyone to try to stop you, you turned and mechanically marched from the ballroom. Only a few people called out, but you ignored them. It took every ounce of self-control Kyoya had drilled into you to remain stoic with so many eyes watching your progress. One slipup, one crack in your façade, would only make an already humiliating situation worse.

Step by agonizing step, you made it to the hallway, to the grand stairs, to the room assigned to you as a guest visiting for the party. You let out a tremulous breath as you pulled the heavy wooden door shut behind you with a quiet click.

The bed in front of you looked so welcoming. You could pull of this godawful gown, wash off your makeup, and throw yourself into the lush pillows for a good cry. Certainly nothing else sounded more appealing just then.

But you could not. Someone would come searching for you when you didn't return. The last thing you needed was for either Mukuro or Kyoya to catch you crying over spilled wine, and all that after spilling wine all over yourself in front of a cute boy you rarely got to see.

Then you spotted your reflection in the mirror. This alone cracked your thin veil of composure. Dark wine colored huge patches of your dress. Your impact with the table had loosed your hair from its meticulous styling. Your eyes, despite your best efforts, were red and damp.

A sob burned the inside of your chest, but you refused to let it out. You whipped around and marched to the room's adjoining balcony. If you could not fling yourself into bed and cry, then you could stand outside and watch the last of the sunset over the garden. Clutching your upper arms so hard that your fingernails sent little stabs of pain up them kept you grounded enough to stay calm where someone might spot you.

Why did Kyoya have to be this way? You were a dutiful younger sister, enduring all the rigorous training and lectures on tradition he demanded throughout your life. Though you had not been granted the position of Vongola Guardian, you know that Tsuna (and, more importantly, Reborn) respected your strength and abilities. Not once in all these years had you ceased to do whatever you could to serve your family—both blood and figurative. And then the one night you wanted to be someone more than Kyoya Hibari's little sister...

You sucked in your lower lip where it had started to pout. One of your fists pressed into the skin just beneath an eye as a single tear threaten to leak out. Why should you cry? The spiteful part of you wanted to accuse Kyoya of sending you toppling into the drinks on purpose. He hated the thought of you cozying up to anyone related to his sworn enemy, however tangentially. But if you kept thinking that way, you'd never return to the party.

"It would serve him right," you muttered to no one.

But it wouldn't serve Tsuna and Kyoko right. You cared about them. They both deserved to have a blissful engagement celebration without the typical Vongola Family nonsense ruining things as usual. Knowing Kyoko, she wouldn't let the festivities begin until you came back anyway. And yet you couldn't quite bring yourself to make a move to head downstairs. However much you might try to deny it, you did feel fear the same as anyone else.

Still, your fear of embarrassing yourself in front of so many important people in your life could not be allowed to ruin everyone else's evening.

Sighing, you turned back toward the door to your quarters. If you could stomach wrangling Lambo without Futa to help, you could stomach being laughed at for a few hours.

"Why does it take women so long to make themselves look exactly the same?"

That voice drifting up to you froze you to the spot. Your higher brain functions seemed to cease. Did you want to handle this? After a moment or two of mute dithering, you moved back to where you'd been standing to peek hesitantly over the balcony railing. There stood Fran, flat-faced as always.

"Or do you just have identical dresses that look stained?" he asked.

"It's the same dress!" you snapped when your brain finally caught up with your eyes.

"Oh. I wasn't aware that looking that like a drunk dalmatian was so fashionable. I'll have to inform Captain Lussuria."

"Did you only come out here to irritate me?"

"Mah. Not only to irritate you. Your crying jag was getting lengthy."

"I wasn't crying!"

"I suppose having smeared mascara down your cheeks is fashionable now as well."

You inhaled sharply as you lifted a hand to your face. The skin there felt damp. No need to look in the mirror inside to confirm that Fran wasn't making things up.

"I wasn't crying the entire time," you said. "Tell everyone I'll be there soon. I just need to clean myself up a bit, and—"

"Don't bother."

"Huh?"

"Don't bother cleaning up."

"Fran, wine stains and smeared makeup really aren't in style. I'm not going back downstairs looking like this."

"Why even bother going back?"

Your fingers tightened around the railing in front of you. Sometimes you really had to wonder who thought the cosmic joke of you falling for this boy in particular would actually be funny.

"I can't just ditch, Fran. This party is a big deal. Everyone will notice if I don't show up."

"You mean like they noticed when you fell backwards into the drinks?"

"I didn't—"

But you bit your lip hard enough to make it bleed in your rush to clamp your mouth over the end of your sentence. Dutiful sisters did not blame others for their own failures, and neither did full-fledged members of the Vongola Family. You and you alone were ultimately responsible for the whole fiasco. After all, you should have been able to predict that Kyoya and Mukuro would start fighting the minute they laid eyes on one another.

"You do realize they're just going to do that twenty-six more times before the night is over," Fran said, as though he could read your mind—not exactly a comforting thought, all things considered.

"Maybe I should change into pants this time," you conceded.

"You do that. I'm leaving."

And indeed he turned around to do just that. Your heart nearly popped out of your chest.

"W-wait!"

"Why?"

You scrambled for an answer that wouldn't leave you all alone with a sympathetic I-Pin for the duration of the party. "Won't your boss be mad?"

"My boss is always mad," Fran said. "So is Captain Squalo. And Captain Levi. And—"

"Okay. Okay. I get it. Everyone in the Varia needs anger management classes. Duly noted."

"Your brother's already plenty mad, too."

True. Your choice of outfit had already incited Kyoya enough to ensure a thorough dressing down later on, even disregarding your spectacular trip into the wine. Now he'd only be more convinced than ever he had been right, that you had no business dressing up like that even for parties such as this one. And while your brother would never physically strike you in order to punish you, his icy demeanor would likely be enough to make everyone around you miserable for the rest of the night.

So why bother going back? You could always beg Tsuna and Kyoko for forgiveness in the morning. Kyoya would be infuriated regardless of your absence. At least Tsuna had been on the receiving end of Kyoya's tonfa often enough that he would likely be sympathetic to your plight.

"Okay." Your entire body slumped over the railing as you surrendered. Undoubtedly you would regret your choice the next day, but for now, you only felt relieved.

Fran hardly reacted. "Let's get going."

"Hey! I still need to change!"

He looked over his shoulder just far enough to allow you to hear his response: "You can if you want. I'm not hanging around here long enough to get dragged back to that sad excuse for a party."

Fran did not stop. If you really wanted to join him, you needed to move fast. Your body seemed to move of its own accord upon seeing this. Down you swung from the balcony to land neatly on your feet in the shadowed grass. Although the dark stains on your gown still showed through, at least in the darkness of dusk they were more difficult to see. And while you paused to check this, Fran moved ever on ahead. You rushed after him and, in a fit of bravery, grabbed his hand.

He looked at where your fingers interlaced, but said nothing.

This made you feel braver still. You squeezed his palm and asked, "Where are we going?"

He shrugged. "There's not much to do around here anyway."

You opened your mouth to protest this impugning of Namimori's honor when a flash of light and movement in the corner of your eye brought you up short. Of course, your luck would lead you right by one of the ballroom's enormous windows. Standing there and looking straight at you were Tsuna and Kyoko. Your blood ran cold. What would they think of you sneaking off with Fran of all people? The Vongola Family's alliance with the Varia was tenuous at best to begin with! If you did something to break the fragile peace with Xanxus, you shuddered to think what sort of training you'd endure at Reborn's hands in retaliation.

Tsuna smiled, the expression so fleeting you thought you imagined it as he turned to walk away. Kyoko made sure to catch your eye, then she winked and held a single finger up to her lips before she followed her fiancé into the waiting crowd.

You couldn't help gaping after them. It couldn't really be that easy, could it?

A tug on your arm drew you back to your immediate surroundings. You couldn't tell by his face if Fran had spotted the happy couple giving you their blessing. He probably wouldn't care if they had. But when he saw you looking at him again, he said:

"Come on. Show me what's so great about this town. We can deal with your brother and my master some other time."

And all at once, your fear melted away. Who was scared of overbearing brothers, manipulative instructors, and Family feuds? Who could even be afraid of being spotted in public wearing a ruined gown and smeared makeup? With Fran by your side, you didn't fear anything at all. And when Kyoya arrived to scold you in the morning, you'd still have one magical night to remember of being your own person whether he liked it or not.

[ciaossu-imagines]

Personalization Prompt #1 – Eternitas

So, I used the first personalization prompt here for the lovely and incredibly supportive Lou over @eternitas! They’re an amazing person overall and I really cannot state enough how much their support and encouragement means for this blog 😊 I hope they’ll enjoy this prompt, done for the Katekyo Hitman Reborn universe!

Siblings: So, it’s definitely not a sibling but I’m going into this little fantasy and all these thoughts about your life inside the KHR universe with the basis of you being Brabanter’s grandchild, actually. Because of this, you’ve sort of known about the Vongola all your life and it’s how you really end up meeting most of the character’s initially.

Best friend: Tsuna, Shitt P., Kikyo, Chrome Frenemies/Enemies: Belphegor, Chikusa, Mochida, Bluebell Crushes on You: Fran and Lambo both had huge crushes on you at some point during their childhood/early teen years that they eventually do grow out of. First Romantic Relationship: Honestly, I see it being with Yamamoto. He’d had a slight crush on you for a little bit during his high school years, you thought you might like him as well. Though the relationship was very short-lived and didn’t work out, the two of you remain close friends. Lost Virginity To: Gokudera Married/In A Committed Relationship With: Of course, is it any surprise that I’m putting Gokudera here? While you do end up dating other people besides him before getting into that committed and long-lasting relationship, he’s who you ultimately end up getting and staying together with. Cockblocked by: Oh, pretty much every member of the Vongola Family at some point, Bianchi a lot, Reborn a fair bit, and sometimes even by Gokudera himself because he’ll have a sudden burst of inspiration in his head because you’ve gotten him into such a relaxed frame of mind that he was able to properly think and now must speed off before he loses that inspiration. Affiliation: You’re part of the Vongola family, a member of Vongola Decimo’s generation and family.

Special Abilities: While the former Rain Guardian Brabanter is your grandfather on the paternal side, you take more after the maternal side of your family who are all Lightning Flame holders. I do see you having a very strong Lightning Flame, with a much weaker Rain Flame attribute that you can eventually use after a lot of training, like at least several years’ worth. You tend to use the Rain Flame defensively and the Lightning Flame offensively when you do come to master the use of both flame types.

5 Headcanons About Your Life:

You might be a non-combative member of the Vongola during your childhood, but you are still a member of the Vongola and when you find out that the new Vongola boss to be is a kid around your age, you beg permission to go and meet him. When you do, you end up getting along surprisingly well with him and his friend group and because of that, you chose to stay in Japan and with them. Your parents rent you an apartment in Namimori and you speak to them, other members of your family, and your friends left behind, on the phone or via video call fairly regularly.

Namimori’s drama club was on the verge of being shut down because of lack of members when you arrived at the school. Not only did you join and save the club from being disbanded, but your obvious love for theatre and acting and your dedication to it does inspire some other new members to join. Throughout your school life, you and the club put on at least twice-yearly performances and theatre continues to be something you pursue even after you finish high school. Tsuna and all of the family members, plus your friends from the other families are in attendance to as many of your shows as they possibly can be. Reborn’s drilled it into the boys that flowers should be given to any actor before a performance so all the boys chip into to decide on a bouquet and Tsuna always presents them to you backstage either before or after the performance, depending on when he can get there.

You’re pretty good with kids and do help Kyoko and Haru out with the childcare rather often. The boys can sometimes take advantage of the fact you seem to be able to distract the more troublesome kids to stick you with Lambo a lot of the time so you and Lambo become really close, to the point where he refers to you as his older sibling and wants you and Tsuna to be the ones to walk him to school on the first day every year.

You have only gotten in trouble with the Disciplinary Committee once in all your years being in Namimori and you still thank your lucky stars it was with one of the lower ranking members and not Hibari himself, because the lower ranking member just figured your friends would beat him up if he beat you up, so you escaped unharmed in any way. If it was Hibari, you know very well you would have gotten a fair bit more violence, haha.

Colonello and Lal are both the Arcobaleno’s who tend to favour you the most due to your personality and attitude and both have offered you little training sessions with them here and there.

[threepandas]

Sun Burnt: Yandere Reborn

[Next->]

Lot of stereotypes came with having certain Flame types I mused. As bullets rammed into my back, ricocheting around me like bouncy balls of death. My feet eating up the earth as fast as I could. It was all kinds of unfair.

Like? If you were a Sun? You were expected to be gregarious. Cheerful. Some happy go lucky healer type. To hell with your ambitions, I got a paper cut! And a storm? Well OBVIOUSLY watch out! We got a HOT HEAD over here! Look out for the HOT HEAD! A TEMPERAMENTAL ASSHOLE coming through!

I mean? Maybe they're pissed cause you keep POKING at them, huh? Wouldn't anybody?

I dodge down an alley. Jumping trash cans. Throwing them down behind me. Hearing curses and howls of outrage. Man, they are persistent. And! And like? Being a LIGHTNING?! God, being a LIGHTNING can SUCK sometimes! Sure, I get to be a Tank. And yeah. Human tazer. Pretty neat. But the ASSHOLES!

It's all "ooooh~! You're nothing but a DUMB MEAT SHEILD! Come be my DUMB MEAT SHEILD and lick my BOOTS, meat sheild! That's all you're good for! Because you're so DUMB! Impulsive! We wanna use you to solve our stupid ass turf disputes and lead you ooooon~!" Like? Fuckin REALLY?!

Is it MY fault your brains move so slow? That you're so SQUISHY? I'm not fucking IMPULSIVE! I think things through! I just do it FASTER then you jack asses! Granted... never said I do it BETTER. I may, in fact, be a dumbass. Probably am. All signs point to "maybe"...

......ARE THEY SERIOUSLY STILL CHASING ME!?

It was MY haul!!!

Steal your own SHIT!!!

And yeah, was it WISE to flip the table, punch the Don, and jump out a window with the fugly ass statue they planned to stiff me on? No. No it was not. But I REFUSE to not get paid! Try to steal from ME will you?! I'ma toss this fucker into the SEA!!! Swim for it BITCHES!

I skid onto the main road of Mafia Island. Knocking over somebody's fancy ass mistress. Probably gonna pay for THAT too. Fuck it! Yolo! I am pouring on the Lightning flames at this point. COATED. The metaphorical bull in this, the mafia land China shop. Pulling shooting. Amused and playing bets. Flames rising up to brush against me.

I am a fuckin circus act on display and I HATE it.

But by all that is holy! Those bastards ARE NOT getting their stupid statue back!

To the SEA with it! I shall cast it to the briny BLUE!

FUCK THOSE GUYS!

The crowd is parting like the red fucking sea. Except... except?! Oh shit! Pretty guy on a suit! Move pretty guy! MOVE!! Aaaaah!

I barely... BARELY!! Manage to stop myself from running into Pretty? Hiiitman? Hitman. Got a gun. Very calm. Yep, hitman. Barely! Dodge! By forward flipping OVER the guy and Superhero sticking the landing. Dropping the statue but... meh. Don't care. I still plan to...

Are. You. FUCKING SERIOUS!?

Drugs!?

That FUGLY STATUE WAS HOLLOW! No WONDER they were so desperate to get it! They were BREAKING Vongola's BAN!!! Ooooooh! I'm TELLING! You FUCKERS USED ME!!! Jail! Ten thousand years JAIL! Kill um, Mr. Hitman! They're dirty, non-thief paying, DRUG MAKERS!

Am I pointing accusingly? Yes. Hanging over the hitmans shoulder like the tattling tattle that I am? Absolutely. Jail for them! Get um! Boooooo! My flames still coat every part of me. Which is why I can FEEL when the hitman decides... "fuck it. Why not?"

I can TELL? Because it's like feeling the mountain you're standing on suddenly deciding to move. Like a giant, blinking their eyes open and beginning to stand. Rising up and up and UP. So great it feels impossible. The Sun flames infront of me? Go beyond the concept of "powerful".

It's like standing in front of a star up close.

So bright and burning fury, it consumes all other light.

I can't even FEEL the other Flames around us anymore. Almost can't HEAR what's going on. He... he has a low, purring voice. Like espresso. Smooth. The smell of gunpowder and decadent things... CLINGS to him like a lover. The suit under my carelessly grabbing hands... f... feels EXPENSIVE.

Bad. T... this is BAD. D..Don't panic. Just. Just let go! Yeah? Let go, be polite, and apologize. Y... you'll be okay. Oh god. What did I DO?! L... LET GO. Move! W.. why can't I MOVE?!

I feel more then hear the shots. The slight recoil. Utterly effortless, he ends their lives. An amused lilt to whatever he's saying. His head tilts so he can view me from the corner of his eye. A mean smirk on his beautiful face. I amuse him. My FEAR amuses him.

His Flames reach out like a crushing fist... I... I can not move...

The world seems to STOP.

As two notes of the same song find each other. Flitting and high to some great and terrible low. The two farthest ends of a Set, still empty, with no sky to hold it in balance. Yet? Resonance none the less.

"Oh~?"

The flat disinterest of those abyssal eyes changes. Like a damning light flickering on in the dark. Leading something terrifying straight towards me. No longer just background noise. I was interesting. I... I didn't WANT to be interesting! No, no, NO!

He turned towards me.

And my stomach plummets straight through the earth. Oh god. Please God, no.

Before me stand a terrifying legend. Living infamy itself. THE World's Greatest Hitman, it's greatest killer, Reborn. Who's eyes were locked on my face with a terrible interest. Who's Flames, vast and hungry, tugged and prowled at the edge of my own. His mean little smirk had turned into something that could pass for charming... if I didn't know who he was.

If I wasn't probably going to die.

He casually tucked his gun away. Pulled his other hand from his pocket. And then... oh god. Then two burning weights clamped down on my shoulders. No where to run. No chance of escape. He leaned forward, towering over me.

"You know, I didn't catch your name, bella. Who do you work for again? We have so much to LEARN about each other, don't you think? All the time in the world. Now... give me your phone."

I whimpered. His hands were almost burning with Sun flames. They washed over me in a greedy search for ties that bind and cracks in my defenses. Pushing and pushing. Trying to get IN. Covetous.

"After all~ It's not like you could possibly escape me."

[rebornologist]

In your defense I think that you were so right to skip the reader insert part of this blurb BAHAHA they just fulfill my love for the sunshine + grumpy dynamic af and the live stage plays do not help my love for their interactions :’)

& I’ve been around the khr corner of the internet for long enough to know that ppl (historically) were obsessed w shipping the two, and it doesn’t help that they literally have a song together (Sakura addiction slaps tho tbf) 😔

ok… I know people love Mukuro and Hibari (as a ship, and also as reader’s boo thangs in a polyam ship)…. but I am much more interested in the Ryohei/(YN)/Hibari dynamic….. do u see my vision…. Hibari/Mukuro relations are so strained and the series rly just pushes it for fanservice, imo… enemies to lovers be damned fr I see so much more potential with the sun and cloud bc (unless I am misremembering bc I actually pay the least att’n to those two when rewatching) Ryohei actually has convinced Hibari to do things begrudgingly and Hibari has at least an ounce of respect for him. I can see the two of them getting along the best as they grow older (tho I know in canon Hibari keeps rejecting Ryohei’s invites but I know that’s written in for the lols)

The only issue with my vision is that I see them both as …. pretty much strictly monogamous men. However, in the case of it being an actual thing, their s/o would be the luckiest mf since the two are so complimentary :’)

[in-the-name-of-the-holy-reborn]

Hello could I put in a request for tsuna reassuring his s/o after she finds out that he was head over heels for Kyoko for most of his life

@saturnki I’am sorry sorry sorry for the late reply, I hope you’ll enjoy!

Sawada Tsunayoshi

- «A silly crush?! Haha, com’on Tsuna, that crush with Kyoko was so huuuge that you stuttered each times she talked to you, no no no, each times she looked your way!» Haru’s words wasn’t supposed to be mean, it was more a funny memory about a dusty past which seemed so far away for Tsuna

- But for you, it was like a dagger had pierce your heart, chest tightening up, blood buzzing in your ears as you tried to swallow the pill, a fake smile on your face. Tsuna was passing his hand in his hair, a throaty chuckle stuck, eying you, he was feeling really embarassed, but to be honest, at that moment, you didn’t care at all.

- Why didn’t he never mentioned this? That he got a crush, no, that he was in love, with a girl you see every weeks, a girl with whom you have become a good friend moreover – If it wasn’t that innocent, why did he hide it from you?

- A little after, you bid your farewell and Tsuna proposed to took you back home, the return trip was in pure silence, painful silence for him in fact, he turned this in his head the whole time, asking himself how he could bring up the topic, but before he could figure it out, he was already in front of your home. A tender good night kiss to the woman he loves and he forgot about the incident.

- You tried, you really tried to push the thought away but it was like a constant boomrang roaming your mind every time your eyes landed on her now, you felt the taste of this bitter reminder stuck in your throat.

- And all of the questions going with it, these smiles toward her, did it mean something special? If she had said yes back then would he still be with her, no, if she came to back to him one day, would he.. leave you?

- It was..destroying you.

- Even if you gave your best to look good, Tsuna felt right away that something was off, because, there was this thing between the two of you, that witchcrafty-bond which turns your belly upside down each time the other one is feeling bad

- He wanted to hear what was wrong from your mouth, he wanted to give you space, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it, and he pushed until you told him the source of your anxiety.

- After the words came out, it seemed so stupid, a real non-sens and a single glance into those big hazelnut eyes was enough to made you feel that way. And that smile.. oh that smile.

- The concern look in this eyes was telling you otherwise, because for Tsuna, nothing should make you feel that bad, he told you that you should have to come to him, to talk to him no matter the subject and, for this problem in particular, he would have explain everything to you way sooner, avoiding useless stress and pain.

- First of all, he would reassure you about the fact that he feels like the luckiest man in the world for winning the most perfect girlfriend and that you better should know this and stop doubting yourself and being afraid by others, you are what he always hoped, and even more, as a partner.

- Then, he would apologize, profusely, sure, he had that passage in life where he was, slightly obsessed with Kyoko, he would tell you about his No-Good-Tsuna period, where no girls ever looked his way nor talked to him and his hormones were.. on fire? She’s pretty, she’s a good person, so it was natural to develop feelings for her at this moment, but it was in no way comparable with true love feelings

- There were no reason for him to talk about it, because it was just.. over? It’s not something he himself think about again, nor out of the blue, nor when he sees the very good friend that Kyoko became after all those years. She was family for him and the rest of the Vongola and he even forget that he, one day, felt that way toward her.

- And thinking about it right now? Ugh, it gives him the creeps, it would be like..going out with a cousine or something?

- Mostly, he would do his best to make you laugh, because each time he hears that sound, it’s just a reminder at how much he’s happy and fulfilled in his life with you by his side.

[mocha-moments]

"Is that my shirt?" "You mean our shirt?"

Vongola | SFW | No content Warnings

Tsuna – Quickly gives up on the idea of getting his t shirt back from you. Was it because he didn’t want to fight? Or you looked cute in it? A bit from column A, a bit from column B, mostly column A. He was sure he could get another one later… this was the third shirt this month..

Gokudera – Wont let his clothes go without a fight; he’s a very stylish dude. Ultimately this will be a battle of strength and negotiation. You can’t have that shirt, but what about this one that hasn’t been worn in six months? No? We’ll need to reconvene and renegotiate.

Yamamoto – The moment a shirt goes missing he assumes you have it. Honestly, he doesn’t even remember owing that shirt, but if it makes you happy you can take as many as you want. You’d absolutely would be able to cycle through his whole T shirt drawer without him even realizing they belong to him. On you they look good! They look different!

Ryohei – Understands the thought, but he works out a ton! Some of those have got to be pretty old gym clothes.. He’d rather get you clothes of your own, but if you really insist…

Hibari – Is not having it at all. All of his shirts are the same, but none will be relinquished. It’s not because he cares, but it’s the principle of it. If he lets you take one shirt, then you’ll get too comfortable and start to encroach more and more into his space. It’ll take some more time.

Mukuro – Enjoys seeing you in his shirts so he doesn’t mind at all. Having you in his clothes shows a stake of claim on you. Not in a toxic way, but it shows that you claim him and he claims you.

Chrome – Is starting to figure out that this is a ploy to be able to spoil her with new clothes. There’s just no way you’re taking all of her shirts that are too old or dingy and using the excuse “Oh well, I’ll get you more.” Just because you “mixed up your wardrobes”. Something isn’t adding up.