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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.

[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.

[what-the-fic-khr]

I’m the anon who asked requested Tsuna for the tea prompts when you first did them and I am once again in a Tsuna mood (1? 2? years later lol??) and needing your beautiful writing lol. Can I request Black Tea, Chai and Milk Tea for him? Appreciate you and your work always!

banging my head against a wall, I wish these were a little longer or a little better, but they’re satisfactory enough I think. I hope you like them anyway, anon!! and thank you so much!!

character/s: tyl!sawada tsunayoshi, adult reborn, reader-insert (gender-neutral)

word count: —

warnings: n/a

prompt: tea prompts (black tea, milk tea, chai tea)

black tea; what do they look for in a person?

kindness, first and foremost. you must be a kind person, someone willing to help others. he’s met all kinds of personalities, but above all they all come together when help is needed. that goes for a partner. especially because as a kid he was treated so roughly; someone who is nice is the foundation of a perfect partner for him.

“Tsuna, I brought you some food.”

You held up a plate with a couple pastries on it and Tsuna hummed lowly. “Thank you, dear. You didn’t have to.”

“You haven’t taken a break in a few hours now, so of course I did. You can’t focus if you’re hungry.”

You only smiled when Reborn made a low noise, something like amusement. “Perhaps you coddle him too much? What would he do without you?”

“Ehh, I think it’s fine to coddle him a little bit!”

You set the plate down gently on Tsuna’s desk after he made some space for it. “Right? You’ll let me coddle you, won’t you?”

Tsuna pet one of your hands gently before taking it in his and squeezing. “Thank you. If you’d like to, you can. I appreciate it.”

“Yay. If you need anything, just ask.”

“I will, thank you.”

milk tea; what are their kisses like?

gentle, but confident. once he gets older, and has been with you for a while, there’s no hesitation in his kisses, or any of his actions. after a while, he becomes comfortable and thus does not need to worry about what he does, especially because he learns quickly what you do and don’t like as well

“I found you. Have you eaten yet?”

You turned to smile at Tsuna as he entered the kitchen, one of his arms slipping around your waist comfortably. “No, not yet. Why?”

You tilted your head without any instruction to, like habit, and Tsuna pressed a kiss to your lips with a pleased hum. It was short, and you followed him when he pulled away. His soft laugh could be felt on your lips.

“I wanted to come get you so we could go get lunch together, if that’s okay.”

“Of course it is.”

chai tea; how do they spice up their relationship?

assuming his partner can’t fight, he probably doesn’t take you many places with him when it comes to jobs, missions, etcetera. so I think he would fix this by taking you on specific trips overseas that are unrelated to work; if it’s unrelated there’s less chance people know where you’ll be and he gets to spend more intimate time with you, so it’s a win-win. the best one was obviously taking you to Namimori for the first time

“Ahh, what a cute, quaint town! It’s so nice here.”

Tsuna watched you rock back and forth as you looked out the window of your hotel, taking in the town again after you’d gone exploring earlier in the day.

“I’m a little jealous of you all. What a nice place to be raised in.”

“Mm, I agree. I think it’s a great place to raise a family.” He paused for a moment. “I had fun growing up here.”

You hummed lowly, thinking over his short pause carefully. You straightened, pushing off the windowsill to turn and face him, leaning back against it.

“I bet it was! Haha, thinking of you all running around causing trouble for everyone… Makes me wish I could’ve met you all sooner.”

He smiled widely at this, head tilting. He stepped closer when you waved at him too, crowding you up against the window. You happily grabbed his coat and tugged him down closer, lips ghosting over his.

“I think you would have fit in well with our little group,” he murmured. “But we can make new memories now, so it’s fine, isn’t it?”

“Right. We can start right now, too. Indulge me?”

“Of course.”

[nicosansama]

I need help finding a fic SOS

Listen…I’m losing my mind trying to find this fic. And it’s been years since I’ve read it so I don’t know what the title of it or know what website it is on (pretty sure it isn’t on Wattpad, Fanfiction.net, or AO3 though) but I can explain it.

It’s for Katekyo Hitman Reborn, it’s set in the future (10 years or so) where Tsuna and all his guardians have grown up and stuff. But the focus of the fic is on the MC (a reader-insert I’m pretty sure) becoming the head of the discipline committee of Namimori middle. From there things kind of spiral and the new discipline committee (that eventually become her guardians) go through wacky adventures.

I remember her not having a sky flame but a cloud flame instead and there was a love triangle between MC, Fran, and an OC. It was a completed fic which was amazing because it was so long I thought for sure it would have an abrupt cut off and leave me hanging. Also the MC had a family, I remember she had two younger twin brothers and a father that runs a bakery.

I also recall this author might have written another fic that was also Katekyo Hitman based but more supernatural elements to it. It was a bit more tension and horror compared to the one (also pretty sure “ghost”-Mukuro was the love interest even if he wasn’t actually a ghost) I’m looking for but maybe that information will help??

That’s all I have for now, if you know what fic I’m talking about a link or just the title would be very appreciative and I would be eternally grateful!Because I’m praying that this hasn’t been deleted or wiped from existence…

[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.

[rebornologist]

Hi, I was wondering if you were comfortable writing something with Tsuna x Reader, where the reader has OCD? If you are, I would like it to at least end fluffy. If not, please don’t worry about it. 💜

Hello dear! I want very much to complete this request for you because I feel greatly for those who have to manage their OCD. My current concern though is that I do not want to misrepresent the nature of the symptoms, and find that it's usually much more specific for an individual than I can generalize. I made an attempt, but what I wrote just doesn't really sit right with me? As a compromise, I can offer some ideas of how Tsuna would be if his s/o had OCD :) Thank you for rqing and I'm sorry that I can't quite pen much prose for this! All my love, G xx

♡ Tsunayoshi Sawada/Reader w. OCD ✧

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I just know this guy would be so supportive and understanding, he would never judge you for your rituals and compulsions, and instead be concerned about the amount of stress it can put on your mental and physical health.

His intuition helps a lot in reading into how you're feeling. Every time your thoughts are racing and you feel that same sense of dread, he's by your side to hold your hand through it.

Tsuna used to be worse about picking up his phone because he can be careless, but he knows that you get worried about his wellbeing sometimes so he's gotten to good at knowing when you're the one calling and will answer without missing a second.

"Hello, [name]! What's up? I'm doing well, are you okay?" He would always reassure you instantly that he's fine, and ask if you're fine. His intuition can make out the quietest shuffling and tapping heard over the phone, and he usually offers to come see you if you're feeling antsy and want some company/comfort.

He could talk with you for hours, be it over the phone or in person. He's your shoulder to lean and cry on when the pressure is too much, and your best friend to laugh and joke with when you're feeling nice and light. He's there for it all :)

He loves when you're sleeping soundly, the few times you don't have your brows furrowed in worry. He wants nothing more than for you to be able to relax more, and he's promised himself that he'd do whatever he could to help it.

Tsuna's intuition is so useful for if you want to change your rituals up bit by bit to manage the compulsions, or to track the things you've been obsessing over, he notices everything.

Every step of the way, he's there to reassure you that it's okay, "every bit of change is some progress, don't beat yourself up over it, [name]. You'll be okay and we'll be okay."

[sorugao-bandgeek]

Notes: Christmas gift for @sunshine-rainbows18. I’ll probably post this on ao3 later. Short fic of friends Gokudera, Tsuna and (Name). 

Present 1

Gokudera was for all intents and purposes annoyed.

He was trying to help you and Tsuna study, but after the first twenty minutes and still being stuck on the same problem, he was beginning to think this might be better to leave to someone else.

(Not that he would ever give up on the Tenth, it just really didn’t help that you were there.)

“This is us Tsuna,” you said, lifting your pencil up and moving it about as if it were an airplane, making nyoom noises before you dove the pencil head first into the table and made an explosion sound. “Hey Gokudera can you let me have one of your poppers, I want to make a better explosion.”

“Hiee, no!”

Last time Gokudera had given you a small explosive, he had to get his table replaced and the scorch marks on the floor covered up by another rug.

Gokudera scoffed, a tick forming above his brow, “I won’t give you shit until you finish this.”

“B-but, it’s been hours!”

“Twenty minutes idiot.”

“See! That’s forever for me!”

Gokduera slid up his glasses , pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to not give into the urge and just beat you.

(Girl’s need patience, girl’s need patience, stupid women need patience -)

“Anyways I already did this earlier,” you cheekily said, cupping your cheeks with both your hands as you gave Gokudera your biggest grin.

Tsuna made a sound of distress when Gokudera snapped his pencil, “W-wait! Gokudera-kun!” He practically had to lean over and hold onto Gokudera before he jumped you, “There’s a reason!”

“Yup!”

Seeing Tsuna give you his puppy dog eyes made you sigh, bringing one hand down to reach into the pocket of your hoodie and bringing out a small present, “Fine, fine I’ll stop making him mad….it’s just….so easy…”

“I’m very glad Yamamoto-kun isn’t here,” Tsuna muttered under his breath, pulling away from Gokudera.

Gokudera stared at the wrapped package, glaring at it and then at you, “Oh, please, just open it!” You moved it closer to him, reaching for his hand and placing it on top, “Now rip it!”

He pulled his hand away, bringing the gift along with him. You and Tsuna shared a look, looking away as Gokudera carefully started taking off the wrapping paper. The soft piano sound that accompanied the movement was jilted, stopping and starting. The sound of Gokudera twisting the tiny piano gift and the music playing smoothly had you and Tsuna looking at him.

The silver haired teen’s brow was furrowed, delicately holding the piano in his hands even after the music trailed off.

“Mazurka in A minor,” you said, making a chopping downward motion with your hand, “By Chop-in.”

Gokudera scoffed, rolling his eyes as he muttered, “Chopin.”

“Yeah, that’s what I said.”

The deadpanned look Gokudera gave you had you giggling, Tsuna joining along but trying to muffle them behind his hand. Gokudera merely shook his head, turning away so that neither of you could see him smiling or wiping the few tears that happened to fall.

“….thanks.”

[what-the-fuck-khr]

OH IM TRYING SO HARD TO GET THROUGH THISSSSS

[therainroguefanfiction]

⁂ The Last Night (Tsunayoshi Sawada)

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Dark, Romance ☁

Word Count: 2,842 ☁

Pairing: Reader x Tsuna ☁

World: Katekyo Hitman Reborn ☁

Song: “The Last Night” by Skillet ☁

WARNING: The following fic contains the following triggering material: attempted suicide, mentions of suicide, self-harm, abusive parents.

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You sat in class, blank eyes staring at the wooden table of your desk. The classroom was empty, save for a few honor students that had come early to get in some extra studying. You weren’t there for that purpose, you just wanted to get out of the house as soon as possible. If you didn’t risk running into Hibari, you would have been there even earlier. For you, things at home were anything but nice and you just wanted to get away.

Students began to file into the room but you didn’t move. Even when you heard the infamous trio enter the room, you didn’t blink. You couldn’t say you were friends with the three, you were simply… acquaintances with them.

Tsuna took his seat next to you with Yamamoto behind and Gokudera in front. You could feel Tsuna’s eyes on you like he had something to say and you unconsciously tugged at the wristbands on both of your wrists. What would he say if he found out? What would he do? You had heard about the rumors of Tsuna being so kind and caring towards others, even people who were mean to him. Would he try to help you? With most people, if they found out such a thing, they would go and tell a teacher or an adult. You could be in serious trouble… so could your parents. You’d make them look bad and then they’d hate you even more than they already did…

You couldn’t let that happen.

Class ended and just as you had suspected, Tsuna stood by your desk before you could leave. He waited until everyone, including his two friends, had left the classroom before speaking up. He looked nervous, rubbing his arm and shifting from one foot to the other. His eyes were cast down towards the floor and he was biting his lip in worry.

“A-Are you alright, Y/N-san?”

“I’m fine. Why do you ask?”

“Well, you seemed really distracted today, more so than normal. You’re pale, too.” He looked up at you, worry lacing his brown orbs. “Did something happen?”

Your face was blank, eyes devoid of any emotion. “Sorry, Sawada-san. I have to go.” You grabbed your bag and headed for the door, pausing when he called out your name.

“I… I’m worried about you! So is Yamamoto. You seem like… like you’re in pain.” He paused. “What are you feeling, Y/N-san?”

What were you feeling, he asks. What a foolish question.

You smiled, but it wasn’t one of amusement or happiness. No, your smile was nothing but bitter and your voice followed. “You could never understand how I feel. Even if I were to explain it… you’d never understand.”

Tsuna watched in surprise as you exited the classroom. He felt his heart tighten in his chest. Something told him to run after you but he just couldn’t make his legs move – he was frozen to the spot. He had never heard your voice sound so bitter before and you had never acted so coldly towards him either.

You ran up to your bedroom, slamming and locking the door. You slumped against it, sliding down until you reached the floor. A strangled sob left your throat as tears streamed down your flushed cheeks. What the hell did he know? Who was he to act like he knew everything?

You pulled out your trusty pocket knife and pressed it to your skin, dragging and tearing the flesh until a thick string of blood rolled down, falling in splats against the wooden floor. It would be the last time you felt like that because you planned to end it right then and there. You felt your consciousness slipping and you fell forward, black dots forming in your line of vision before swallowing you whole.

Somehow, you had just barely escaped death. Your conclusion for this was simple – the guilt of being mean to someone like Tsuna kept you alive. You figured once you apologized, you’d be able to die without a problem.

Wrapping your wrist in a bandage, you firmly placed the black wristband over it. You swayed from dizziness when you first stood, leaning against the wall with your eyes closed. A few minutes passed before you were okay to walk. It didn’t take too long for you to reach the Sawada Residence, him living only a few blocks away from yourself. You took a deep breath as you stood in front of the door, waiting for someone to come and answer it.

Your plan was simple: you’d apologize, say goodbye, and then go home to finish the job you had started.

You were thankful when Tsuna answered, looking shocked as he stared at you, his mouth open slightly. You gave him a small, sad smile. “I wanted to apologize for my behavior earlier today, Sawada-san. I was out of line, please forgive me.”

He blinked, his mouth opening and closing in an attempt to voice the words that had formed in his throat “I-It’s fine. I shouldn’t have been prying.”

You nodded. “I also wanted to say goodbye. I… You’re the only one I’m telling…”

“Eh?” He blinked in confusion. “What do you mean? Goodbye? Are you moving?”

“Erm… something like that.” You muttered, averting your eyes from the male. You would be moving on to the afterlife, so you didn’t technically lie.

You felt something well up in your stomach. Was that… fear?

“Y-Y/N-san…!” Tsuna reached forward, touching his hand to your damp cheek. His eyebrows furrowed in worry. “Why are you crying?”

“I’m not…” You put your hand to your cheek, eyes widening. You were crying, but… why? You had cut yourself many times before, tried taking your life many times before. You never once felt afraid. Did this mean… would you really die this time? Is that what you truly wanted?

“I…” There was nothing you could say.

You hated it when people saw you crying. It made you feel so weak and vulnerable, you absolutely hated it. And to cry in front of him… it was ten times worse.

“Y/N-san… what’s the matter?” Tsuna asked softly, stepping out and shutting the door behind him. He watched you closely, his eyes staring into your own. He was searching, searching for an answer or any subtle change.

“It’s nothing.” You shook your head, attempting to smile. “I’m fine,”

“Stop lying!” Tsuna grabbed your arms, eyes shining with worry. “Don’t lie to me… I know you’re not fine!”

“Tsuna… I…” You shook your head and fell to your knees, sobbing into your hands. You couldn’t take it anymore, you had to let it out. You had to tell someone. Tsuna noticed red liquid seeping out of the wristband around your wrist and his eyes widened. He grabbed your arm, pulling the wristband off and gaping at the blood-soaked bandages.

“Y/N… what did you do?”

You looked up at him, glazed eyes pleading. You didn’t want him to hate you or be disappointed in you. You only wanted someone to understand.

Tsuna stood up, pulling you with him. He gently pulled you into his house, up the stairs, and into his bedroom. He was so thankful that Reborn had gone to the store with his mother and the rest. If you had seen him, you probably wouldn’t have opened up.

He pushed you softly onto the bed, pulling his desk chair over and sitting in front of you. He didn’t say anything. Somehow, he knew he should wait for you to speak instead of asking or trying to force you. He’d get a better response and you’d probably tell him a lot more that way.

You sniffed, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand before looking up at him. You expected to see disappointment or anger or something along those lines, but all you saw was understanding and worry. “I… I cut myself.. a lot. Almost every day. I’ve been doing it for almost two years. I’ve even tried to kill myself before but, as you can see, it didn’t work. My parents… things aren’t great at home, and I had no one to talk to about it. When I first cut myself, I had been making me something to eat. The knife slipped and I started bleeding. It was faint at first, but the pain in my chest disappeared. It made me feel better. Just like drugs and alcohol, it was a temporary solution to take me away from my problems, and it was also an addiction I never wanted to lose.”

Tsuna bowed his head, eyes shadowed and fists clenching around his jeans.

How was Tsuna supposed to feel?

You had been suffering alone for so long. Your parents were obviously the cause, meaning you’re not getting any support from them and Tsuna had never seen you with other people, other than himself and Yamamoto. You truly had no one and that made Tsuna’s heart clench painfully.

“Y/N,” he called softly, eyes locking with your own. “You don’t have to suffer alone! Not anymore… you have me!”

Your eyes widened in surprise at his words. “Tsuna…”

The corners of his lips pulled up into a smile. “That’s the first time you’ve called me by my name. I’m happy.”

“That’s no reason to be happy.”

“It is. It means you feel comfortable with me.” He gently grabbed your hand in his own, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “I’m always here. If you ever need to talk, don’t hesitate to give me a call or come see me. And if you ever need to get away, you’re more than welcome to hang out over here.”

Tsuna stood up and pulled you into a hug, one arm secure around your waist while his free hand rested on the back of your head. You were shocked at first but slowly relaxed in his embrace, arms wrapping around his middle. You put your face in the crook of his neck, allowing yourself to breathe in his scent. It was calming, relaxing.

“Tsuna?”

“Yes?”

Your grip tightened. “Thank you,”

Tsuna couldn’t help the smile that appeared on his lips. His eyes slid closed and he nuzzled the side of your head with his cheek. “I’ll always be by your side. No matter what. I’ll be everything you need.”

It’s been about a week since you told Tsuna about your cutting and family problems and the change in your mood had not gone unnoticed by your parents.

“What are you so happy about?” Your mother spat when you returned from school. Immediately, the smile vanished from your face and you adverted your gaze to the floor. “Now that I think about it, you’ve been quite happy lately, haven’t you?”

“I..”

“Shut up! You’re happy aren’t you?” She spat, stepping closer. “You bitch. You’re happy that I got fired, aren’t you? Aren’t you!?”

“N-No…”

“Shut. Up!” She yelled, bringing her hand up and slamming it hard against your cheek.

You fell back against the door, head turned to the side and eyes wide. Your cheek was already beginning to turn red. Tears were building in your eyes but you refused to let them fall. You wouldn’t give your mother the satisfaction.

“It’s your fault, you bitch! You’re the reason I lost my job!” She screamed in your face, a snarl passing her lips. “Everything is your fault! Your the reason me and your father fight, the reason why everything is so screwed up! You should have never been born!”

You bit your lip hard, pushing past her and running up the stairs to your room. Slamming the door shut, you shakily pulled out your cell phone and dialed Tsuna’s number.

“Hello?” His kind voice reached your ears, causing a new wave of sobs to erupt in your throat. The alarm became present in his voice. “Y/N? Y/N, is that you?”

“T-T-Tsuna…” You sobbed.

Tsuna’s voice turned serious. “Leave the house, now. Go to the park, I’ll be right there.”

“O-O-Ok-kay.” You flipped it closed, shakily standing up and heading towards your open window. A rope had been nailed to the outside of the wall for an easy escape when needed. Your shaking hands grabbed onto the rope and you slowly climbed down. The second your feet made contact with the ground, you bolted towards the park. Tsuna was your fix, your drug. The only thing that could make you feel better like life was worth living. You needed him, now more than ever.

The park was empty when you arrived and you collapsed onto a nearby bench, trying to catch your breath. Between the sobbing and the running, your lungs were aching, begging for much-needed oxygen.

“Y/N!” Tsuna ran towards you, his arms sliding around your shaking shoulders and pulling you into the safety of his chest. He rubbed your hair, whispering soothing words in your ear. It didn’t take long for your sobs to stop, but the tears continued to fall silently. You explained to him what had happened, everything your mother had said.

“Shhh. It’s okay.” He murmured, rubbing your back. “They don’t know anything.”

Silence fell over you until you finally calmed down, remaining safe within his embrace.

“Thank you,” He murmured suddenly.

“For what?” You looked up at him in confusion.

“For calling me. For not cutting again.” He pulled back enough so he could look at you, a soft smile gracing his lips. “Thank you.”

“Tsuna…”

His smile was contagious and you quickly found yourself infected.

You eventually had to return home.

As you entered the house, you noticed your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes were red and puffy, the redness of your cheek was barely noticeable against your flushed face, but you knew it’d be noticeable tomorrow.

When your father exited the kitchen to see you standing there, he sent you a blank look. “Stop being dramatic, Y/N. You’ll be fine, you always are.”

You watched with a bitter glare as he walked up the stairs.

The only reason you’d be fine was because of Tsuna.

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“Um… Y/N?”

You looked up from the sheet of paper on your desk to Tsuna, who was shifting nervously beside your desk. His eyes were cast down, hands stuffed in his pockets and a visible line of pink across his cheeks. You raised an eyebrow in question, wondering why he was acting so strange.

“I talked to my mom last night and umm…”  He bit his lip, thinking over the right words in his head. After that, it was a matter of whether or not he could actually say it.

“Tsuna wants you to move in with him. Mama said it was okay.” A small infant jumped onto your desk, his small hand resting over your own as he smiled. “Ciaossu, Y/N. My name is Reborn, Tsuna’s tutor.”

You didn’t respond, wide eyes trained on Tsuna, who had turned a bright shade of red. “Tsuna…”

Tsuna’s eyes got a determined glint and his fists clenched at his side. “I don’t feel comfortable with you living there. I talked it over with my mom and she said that you were more than welcome to come live with us. Your parents won’t be able to mess with you anymore. So, what do you say?” Tsuna held his hand out, a soft smile on his lips. “Me and Reborn will go with you to get your things and then I’ll introduce you to my family.”

“’Reborn and I’,” the infant corrected.

“Not now, Reborn!”

“A-Are you sure this is okay?” You mumbled, fidgeting with the bottom of your shirt.

“Positive,”

You smiled, hand sliding into his own. For the first time in a long time, you felt true happiness fluttering in your chest. It was an amazing feeling, one you never wanted to lose.

Tsuna was at your side the whole time you packed up your things. Your parents watched, mother pissed and father stoic, but made no move to stop you. He walked by your side, his hand intertwined with your own and fingers laced together – a silent promise.

Tsuna set your things down in the corner of his room. “You can sleep in my bed until we get the guest room set up,”

“I can’t put you out, Tsuna.” You muttered, looking away from him.

Tsuna smiled shyly, cheeks a bright red and his eyes shining with nervousness. “We can… We can share the bed? It’s big enough for both of us…”

A small tinge of pink crossed your cheeks. “I’d like that,”

Tsuna’s arms wrapped tightly around you, bringing you to his chest with his head resting on top of your own. Your arms were around his stomach, head resting on his chest. He ran his fingers through your hair, his voice a mere whisper. “I love you, Y/N.”

You smiled, snuggling as close to him as possible. “I love you too, Tsuna.”

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I’m Never Celebrating Thanksgiving Again

A/N: Thanksgiving prompt #10 “I’m never celebrating Thanksgiving again.” Tsuna x Reader (From old Blog)

The whole house was littered with trash as well as covered in food that should a have been in every one’s stomachs.

“How in the hell did we end up like this?” You asked as you had a look around. Everything and everywhere was nothing but a mess.

“I..I have no idea… I…what?” Tsuna questioned still stunned from the events that had just transpired. Helping babysit Lambo and the others, while Nana was taking some of the Thanksgiving meal she made to a friend of hers was not such a good idea, for as soon as she left everything went into chaos. Lambo being the troublemaker he was decided he was going to throw a fit over not being able to eat any sweets. Tsuna knowing what was about to happen made it his mission to try to calm the raging child down only for Reborn to come through and make the situation a whole lot worse. So now here you are sitting in a house on the floor covered in what should have been a perfect holiday dinner for you and your boyfriend’s family with mashed potatoes dripping from the both of your heads.Turning your head a little to the left so that you could get a better look at him you stated, “I’m never helping you baby sit the kids on Thanksgiving again. In fact I’m never celebrating thanksgiving again.”

“Agreed!”

[trashytoastboi]

Hey! What if I asked you a little headcanons about a male!reader who has joined the straw hats and has the powers of tsuna from katekyo hitman reborn? And oooh his box weapon can contain a Lion and a shiba inu? Thanks!!

Heyya! 🍀 of course ^.^ sorry for long wait on this and hope you enjoy ~

(Male pronouns)

Headcanons: Male! Reader with Tsuna's (Katekyo Hitman Reborn) powers joining the Straw-Hats.

🥊 Initially when meeting {Name} a lot of people fall into the impression that he is weak, mostly due to his nice nature until they actually witness the extent of his abilities. The moment they feel the pressure of the flames and the sudden shift in energy around {Name}, people suddenly realize that their assumption may have been very wrong.

🥊The Straw-Hats were enjoying a meal when the wall of the restaurant was broken with some unconscious riff raff of a pirate. And the one on the other end was {Name} and the damage caused by a single hit was akin to Luffy's strength.

🥊 Luffy was already sold on wanting {Name}, thinking that he was so strong and seems like a fun kind of person. His need only intensified when {Name} pulled out two little boxes, a small flame danced on his ring and he inserted it into the box, then the second and with a slight rumbling the boxes opened and a lion emerged from the first and a Shiba Inu from the second. "EHHHHH JOIN MY CREW!" Luffy screamed over the commotion, catching {Name} off guard.

🥊 The crew was all pretty shocked at how animals fit into such a tiny box, and were wondering if it were perhaps similar to Big Mom with Zeus and people were standing down after seeing the display of power. The crew was mostly trying to keep Luffy contained before unleashing him onto {Name}.

🥊Luffy came out of nowhere and instantly invited {Name} to the crew, surprising him and leaving {Name} to need a moment to process the stranger suddenly inviting him to a pirate crew. While Luffy was a stranger to {Name} in terms of personal acquaintance, he at the very least knew who the Straw-Hat pirates are.

🥊Everyone seemed to be on board with Luffy's decision at the very least. {Name} is still shocked, rendered speechless by the suddenness of it and the fact that he had a bit of an audience.

🥊{Name} could see there was a mix of everyone, a bunch of individuals that seem to make up a merry band that {Name} finds some sort of comfort in, as well exciting prospects of being able to explore and go on adventures.

🥊 It doesn't stop the curiosity of everyone wanting to see the extent of {Name's} abilities. As well as see the lion and shiba again.

[what-the-fic-khr]

We lack the Decimo so, Tsuna + Thighs for bbb?

y’know we do have a lack of the boss man himself so here he is!! I love writing fics where he gets flustered lol. he’s like idk about 17-18 or so in this I feel

character/s: sawada tsunayoshi, reader-insert (gender-neutral)

word count: 488

warnings: it’s not anything scandalous but just to be safe here, reader grabs his thigh like. twice but it’s to cheat at a game lol

prompt: tsunayoshi + thighs (body bonanza)

“And, y’know, I heard that-“

Tsuna lifted his arms once he spotted you crawling towards him, still talking. As he expected, you dropped yourself into his lap despite the whining from the children.

“-that you can take more health if you use a combo like that!”

Tsuna lowered his arms around you, continuing to mash buttons as he fought Lambo in a game, now with an advantage as the child had taken time to gag at you both instead of focusing.

“That’s cheating!”

“You stopped paying attention.”

“Because you’re being gross!”

Tsuna was rather thankful you only really did this around the occupants of the household, as opposed to your friends. While he knew they didn’t mind, it was a little more embarrassing in front of them compared to a trio of kids.

So, he’d gotten used to you just climbing into his lap at any given point if you were both on the floor. And, though he’d never said so, he actually kind of liked holding you like this.

To keep Lambo focused, you continued talking about combos and whatnot to try and help him beat Tsuna, though he usually fell short and would lose anyway.

“Here, let me try!”

Lambo begrudgingly gave the controller to Fuuta, and they started another round.

Tsuna didn’t look at you, but he was suspicious when you suddenly stopped talking. He would usually believe it if you were focused on the game, but you definitely weren’t.

“Wow, you’re really not going to give him a chance?”

“Huh? Well, obviously I’m going to try and win, so-“

Tsuna fumbled with his controller for a second, and while Fuuta looked at him with a laugh, he didn’t seem to notice why.

You’d gone and snuck a hand around and underneath you, and started grabbing at his thigh, whether to mess him up or something else, he couldn’t tell just yet.

“Get his ass, Fuuta!”

Tsuna huffed loudly into your shoulder. “That’s not fair. Also, don’t just yell that around them. You’ll encourage him to say it, too.”

“I would not. Fuuta’s a good kid. You’re just getting grumpy he’s winning.”

“I’m no-OT!” Tsuna jumped again when you squeezed his thigh again, and you caught the controller this time after he dropped it.

You snorted and tugged your hand back from beneath you, taking over. “Let me do this. You’d lose otherwise, and I bet you wouldn’t be able to handle that.”

Tsuna grunted indignantly at this, wrapping his arms around your torso tightly, tight enough that you wheezed as a response, and then hid his face between your shoulder blades.

“At least he’s good. Don’t cheat just to show off next time.”

“I would never. That’d be encouraging him to cheat, too, and that’s bad. Unlike you, he’s above being influenced by people like me.”

Tsuna squeezed even tighter after this, cheeks warm. God, you were so embarrassing when you wanted to be.

[twilightfragments]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Katekyou Hitman Reborn! Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sawada Tsunayoshi/Reader Characters: Sawada Tsunayoshi, Vongola Tenth Generation Guardians, Arcobaleno (Katekyou Hitman Reborn!), Varia (Katekyou Hitman Reborn!), Millefiore Famiglia, Simon Tenth Generation Guardians, Mention of Canonical Character Death - Character Additional Tags: Spoilers, Major Spoilers, Spoilers galore!, Implied Tsuna/Reader, Slight Tsuna/Reader, Canon Compliant, Reader-Insert, reader - Freeform Summary:

Somehow, along the way, you realized that you've given a part of you to him. Forever lost to the world he calls home. Forever lost to his sunlit smile and eyes that burned an orange glow.

(Implied Tsuna/Reader)

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

Prompt 1 ♔,♙,♟,♡,♠ (finding the s/o wearing their clothes, sharing a bed, patching up a wound, accidentally falling asleep together, s/o adjusting their necktie) (assuming where it says muse can just be substituted with s/o) for tsuna and giotto please. Thank you!

Sorry for the wait!❤️ Giotto

♔. Finding your muse wearing their clothesWith a last yawn Giotto put down his feather and stretched in his armchair, exhausted after the long hours of work. He turned his head toward the huge window behind him, sighing at the sight of the moon already high in the sky, with a blow on the candle at his left, he got up, leaving the dark room with a bitter smell of stearine behind him.When he exited his office, Giotto’s shirt was already unbuttoned on the top, his tie long forgotten on the back of his sofa and he shuffled his feet throught the gloomy corridors of the Vongola Mansion, his eyes half-closed, the urgent need to join his bed in his mind. He wondered if he would have the chance to find you in his bed tonight, as it was almost an habit from now, and he prayed to be lucky enough to have some cuddle before falling asleep.When he entered the room, the candle was almost entirely consumed on the nightstand and a tired smile danced on his lips when he saw your form curled up above the blanket in one of his old shirt, your nose nuzzling his pillow, this picture warmed his heart but he couldn’t help but feel guilty to neglect you so much because of his work.♙. Sharing a bed- The first time both of you shared a bed, it was a on stormy night, the rain was pourring for days and you couldn’t go home. He proposed you to stay for the night as it would be too dangerous to get out.- He proposed a somptuous guest room where you could be at ease but as he was about to leave, a tremendeous thunder echoed in the corridor and you grab his arm on the bed.- With a chuckle, he slided his hand in yours, layed by your side and put a little kiss on the top of your head, deciding it wouldn’t hurt to stay a little bit mire with you.♟. Patching up a woundYour hand, barely shaking, approchaed slowly Giotto’s eyebrow with the piece of fabric soaked with alcohol, you cautiously eyed his injury, following the blood casting aleady dry on the side of his face, trying to hold back your concerned frown.When your fingers brushed the wound, the man flinched, gritting his teeth, and your bite your lips as you shared his pain, it was a torture to see the man you loved in those state and you knew you couldn’t do anything to protect him. With a warm smile, Giotto grabbed your free hand, bringing it to his lips and dropped a slow tender kiss on your soft skin without breaking eyes contact, a silence way to thank you for not asking question and taking care of him, as all previous times, and those to come.♡. Accidentally falling asleep together- It was a sunny afternoon, the bold rays of spring’s sunshine warmed the Vongola Garden, anything under the pleasant weather would be better than staying stuck inside and you decided to go take a walk.- You stopped by the water point, putting your tablecloth on the green grass with few muffins on top of it you then took a book out of your bag to enjoy a good moment.- When Giotto succeed to escape G.’s vigilance, he found you there and stopped his walk. You invited him for a break and after a good laugh or two, you both fell asleep for a comfy nap under the shade of a plane tree rocked by the sweet melody of the wind.♠. Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etcYou were pacing around the room for the last thirty minutes, stopping in front of the mirror from time to time to check up your hair, clothes and the frown on your forehead you couldn’t let go of.Anxiety was consuming you each minute passed and it was worse each time you glanced toward the window of your room, getting a glimpse of all of the guest coming for the social dinner your boyfriend was holding tonight.It was the first time you would appear in a public stance as the official partner of the first Vongola Boss, well, the first time in front of so many people and you couldn’t help but stressed out totally.The door cracked as you turned around, the distress painted on your face and Giotto welcomed you with a sweet smile, he closed the door behind him, closing the distance between the two of you.«You-you’re here, I..I don’t know if I could do it..what if, what if they think that I’m not good enough for you, what if, they don’t like me..»With a light chuckle, Giotto brought his hand to your lips, bringing you closer, your noses almost touching, his gentle smile warmed you a bit, without erasing the unease feeling and with a delicate kiss from the tip of his lips, he backed away slightly, to plunge in your eyes, his fingers came to your necklace as he put it back in place.«You don’t have to worry, they will love you, I’m sure about it.»  ❤️ Tsuna♔. Finding your muse wearing their clothes- The rain didn’t stop to pour when Tsuna came home exhausted after a grueling afternoon with Reborn, he let his bag slide along his arm and fall with a ‘thud’ on the ground. He greeted Nana with a tired smile and climbed the stairs before she even got the time to tell something.- He was soaking wet and began to undress in the middle of the stair, almost falling backward in the process when he took off his trousers, he threw everything on the ground of the bathroom and opened his room only in underpants.- His eyes stopped the edge of his bed, where you were sitting. Your hair drenched, your smile adorning your lips..in one of his shirt. His eyes wide open, his mouth as well, no word came out of his throat as the hard blush crept on his cheeks, he was about to faint when the voice of his mom was heard from the ground floor. «Tsu-kun your friend stopped by, they were surprised by the rain and I offer them to take a hot shower, hope you don’t mind~»♙. Sharing a bedTsuna turned once again in his bed, his eyes opened on the clock before wandering on the ceiling, it was three in the morning and he still couldn’t find sleep.It was years now, that his life had taken a radical turn, and everytime he thought about everything that had happened and how much things had changed, he couldn’t help but have vertigo and get anxious.He doesn’t really know why, nor over what he stressed out from time to time, unable to put the finger on what was wrong, he was a good Boss, at least, he tried to, he did his best for his friends and family, for the persons who needeed him, to the richest and the poorest, he fought for what he thought was justice and everything went fine till today.The rustling of the sheets drew his attention on your figure next to him, you mumbled incoherent words before snuggling to his side, your head against his chest.Tsuna troubles flew away at the sight of your peaceful expression, he brought his fingers to your hair and stroke them a in quiet way, he smiled softly and turned his body toward you, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head before drifting lightly to sleep.♟. Patching up a wound- He always feel guilty whe he comes home hurt, he can see the worry in your eyes everytime he brings some work for you, even if he knows you will take care of him.- He can’t stay in place when you disinfect one of his injury, even if he’s used to, he’s a real baby and he thinks it stings too much, if you have to apply some stitches, he’s at the edge of fainting.- His heart beats fast, he’s hot everywhere, beads of sweat run on his nape and he’s shivering.  He has no idea if it’s because of your touch or the wound itself.♡. Accidentally falling asleep togetherThe song of the homepage of the DVD was restarting for the twentieth time, the soft lullaby rocking Tsuna and his guest in the dark room only enlightened by the tv screen.It wasn’t the first time Tsuna invited you to spend some movie nights to his house and you often got back home when it wasn’t too late or ended your night in the guest room like this time when you decided to watched the trilogy of the Hobbit.Tonight was a bit different and after the harsh day you both endured, you ended falling asleep on Tsuna’s bed, facing the screen after not even half of the movie, your head on his shoulder, his on top of yours, both of your back against the wall.When he opened an eye and with a yawn, he studied your form against him, it was hard to hold back a shriek and the blushed reddened his cheeks, an internal fight urged him to wake you up so you could..just..get away from him and his embarrasment, but on the other end, he didn’t want you to move an inch, even if it’ll cost him some cramps.With a small pinkish tint still on his cheeks, Tsuna pulled the blanket on both of you and press the Off button of the remote controll, getting back into position to enjoy the proximity he dreamed about for long a little bit more.♠. Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc- Even with years of experience, Tsuna has still no idea how to make a tie knot, he tried, and tried again, but it always end with a lot of frustration, sighs and a ruffle of his hands in his hair so he has to go back to hairdress..again.- Luckily, you’re never too far and you can give a hand, he’s always jiggling and can’t stay in place, so when you make the remark, he stops moving totally and becomes all red because he forgets to breath.- During the time your fingers work on him, he can’t help but detailed your face and find you amazing and everytime you look up and fall on his lovely chocolate eyes, he turns his head thanking you in an incoherent mumble between lips part in a sheepish smile.

[ciaossu-imagines]

salty ask list 3, 8, 11, 12, 16, 26

3. Have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion?

Yep. I have no shame in admitting it. Honestly, I don’t get why unfollowing someone is such a big deal - most of the time I never really even speak to the people I follow so it’s not like they’ll miss me following them or anything! Sometimes I’ll be following someone and I’ll be loving their blog and they’ll either get really into a ship and it becomes all they post (most of the time, I don’t even unfollow then, unless it’s a ship I really hate - I’ve had that happen a few times) or they’ll post something about fandom that really upsets me (I’ve followed a blog once only to discover later on that they had no problem with pedophiliac ships because the character was old enough to know about sex). Sometimes it’s something really stupid and silly, like them continuously bashing a character I like...honestly, if I end up just not really feeling their posts, then I don’t see why I should have to keep following them. 

8. Have you received anon hate? What about?*

Umm, have you read my blog, anon dear? Read any of my other imagines blogs? Hell, I even got hate starting back on fanfiction.net! Back then, it was claims I was misogynistic and anti-feminist because my female reader inserts were apparently too weak and I used girl and woman too much. On polycanons, it was that I was transphobic because I don’t write transgender requests and wrote nsfw assuming a female gender. One-Imagined closed down due, not only to having little time to run another blog, but hate over there when I tried to expand my fandoms because I wasn’t posting often and if I couldn’t write for the fandoms I hate, I shouldn’t be adding more. On Devilbat Imagines, I got hate for taking away scenarios and not being active. On here, I’ve gotten hate for just general fandom opinions. Honestly, I’m just apparently really fucking easy to hate. I need a new personality, I guess...oh well.

11. Is there an unpopular character you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why?

All of them. I like Iemitsu. I like Adelheid. I like Shamal. I like Skull. I even like Levi! Does it mean I think they’re good people who have done nothing wrong? Does that mean I don’t think they can be annoying and does that mean I can’t see why others might not like them? Nope. It just means I think they have the potential to be wonderfully complex, fascinating characters and I like them because of that.

12. Is there an unpopular arc that you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why?

While it definitely had its faults and it’s by no means my favourite arc (even I sometimes groan about certain parts of it), the Daily Life arc is completely horrible and does have a few interesting or funny chapters.

16. If you could change anything in the show, what would you change?

That’s a dangerous question, my dear anon. I could write thousands of words on this subject alone but, because I’m trying to write a bunch of these quickly, I’ll stick to simple sentences and not get into all the details behind them or my reasoning! If you’d like to hear me rant and rave more, just ask, but I’ll spare everyone it for now. I’d definitely change the ending. The last arc was extremely rushed, the characterization all over the place, the plot confusing, and the final chapter a disappointment. Characterization overall is another one - I’d have loved to see more character development, especially for some secondary characters, and for the character development of the main characters to be a continuous thing - the whole Bianchi and Gokudera’s relationship thing again, to name the most egregious example. I’d change how the female characters were represented. Just because a manga is a shonen manga does not mean that the females have to become satellite characters or be weaker than the males and Amano really failed her female characters in a lot of ways.

26. Most shippable character?

Well, I don’t ship but according to fandom, it’s Tsuna because god knows, he’s shipped with anything that moves throughout the entire manga. Fandom’s just made him a giant slut, I swear!