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I love your writing, keep up the good work! Could you write a scenario for mukuro and hibari liking the same girl and trying to impress her please?

“Stop it guys, this is getting ridiculous.”

“Nonsense, Y/N-chan, it’s time we settle this once and for all!”

“…with cooking..?”

You were all currently in your kitchen right now with a seething Hibari twitching with the wish to smash Mukuro in the face with his tonfas-

“How does cooking constitute a win?”

You heard Mukuro give a giddy Kufufufu before responding, “Ahhh my little Y/N-chan, it will prove who of the two of us is the true husband material, which of course will be me-”

At that, Hibari had heard enough and threw a tonfa past Mukuro’s head-

“Wha- Hibari! Don’t do that! It’s still my house-”

“Herbivore, it won’t matter when you move into my house.” Hibari remarked in a matter of fact tone.

“Ahh man, you two are impossible.” Pinching your nose, you prepared for the following disaster.

Mukuro spoke up, mildly peeved “Now, it’s time to begin, someone who can’t even keep Y/N fed will never be able to make her happy.”

Hibari didn’t appear to disagree with his statement but nonetheless expressed his wish that Mukuro would die on his face.

Mukuro ignored it and went over the rules:

“We may cook anything, we have everything at our fingertips, as long as Y/N enjoys it, it’s fair game kufufu.”

You sat on a stool to watch the incoming chaos and prayed your house would still be here when done. You should have known that these two would never cook like normal people.

“Hibari! Hibari!” You could hear Hibird cheering for Hibari as he flew above the two competitors, you gave a small smile and could have swore you saw Hibari smirk a bit.

However, that smile disappeared as Hibari gave Mukuro a look and threw a pineapple into the blender. Now THAT pissed Mukuro off, who responded by grabbing Hibird from the air and turning to you “Now now Y/N, would you like some wings today?”

What was I expecting? You heard Hibari sound almost mortified at the suggestion, though his response was not what you expected: “She’s a herbivore,She can’t have meat, don’t try to feed her it or I’ll bite you to death.”

At this point you were just done, 5 mins in and you already had to put a stop to it.

“Okay, that’s enough! Both of you sit down and wait for ME to clean this AND cook, since I plan on having a house to live in by the end of the day!”

Both men paused their ministrations to look at you befuddled, obediently, they both sat on a stool and watched, they knew better than to test your patience…

They watched you craft absolutely delectable dishes for their consumption and couldn’t help sigh in bliss at watching you do it.

It seems the only one who proved that they were marriage material was Y/N-chan herself-

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Tsuna: Don’t worry, just because you opened up a little bit doesn’t mean everyone will be less afraid of you. We’re all still terrified

Hibari: Thanks, Tsuna.

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College AU where like 75% of the people Tsuna meets end up having a crush on him and each time they’re like “I wanna ask you something but can’t do it over text” and it always sucks

So like one day Yamamoto texts him this and Tsuna is panicking bc he’s a great BRO. And they meet up but Yamamoto is like “God can you help me with this stats problem” and Tsuna nearly cries in joy and calls up Gokudera bc he has no idea how to do the problem either.

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Hibari: Why the fuck am I the last one to come to the future?

Tsuna: Hibari please calm down-

Hibari: *sees Xanxus*

Hibari: What the fuck is this?

Tsuna: Hibari-

Hibari: You stole my hair style

Xanxus: What was that scum? You wanna go?

Hibari: Yeah I wanna go-

Dino: Hey guys

Hibari: And what the fuck happened to YOUR hair?

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Tsuna: Okay you guys are both creepy so I want ya'll to have bonding time

Daemon: ....

Mukuro: ....

Daemon: I sorta don't like the mafia my wife died because of them.

Mukuro: I don't like the mafia either lmao, they locked me up for years

Daemon: nice

Mukuro: nice

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★ Ekita玄 | 中国風ヒットマンREBORN! ☆ ⊳ various (katekyo hitman reborn!) ✔ republished w/permission

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Mukuro: *walks in with blood on shirt*

Tsuna: Nice fake blood, but what are you?

Mukuro, later to himself: It's halloween...

Mukuro: That's really good timing

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tsuna: DAD!! iemitsu: ? iemitsu: !!! TUNA FISH tsuna: *running up to him with a grin* iemitsu: *THROWS ARMS OPEN TO CATCH HIS SON* tsuna: *ducks under iemitsu’s arm* tsuna: *gives him the most ‘GET WREKT’ face ever as he sails by. ‘i don’t give a fuck’ by big sean plays in the background.* tsuna: *barrels into reborn who is behind iemitsu instead* tsuna: daaaaadddd reborn, on the ground, being crushed: tsuna i’m Dying iemitsu, in tears: but I’M dad….

rip reborn , we knew ye well

the reason tsuna even manages to tackle reborn is that every time tsuna yells ‘DAD’ at him, reborn basically reacts like ‘[IT’S SUPER EFFECTIVE! reborn is STUNNED!!]’ leaving him wide open.

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“He’s an idiot. But he’s my idiot”

— Annabeth Chase about his boy, Percy Jackson

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Solangelo for sure

Will: You were stabbed?

Nico: Lightly stabbed. I didn't want to frighten you

Will: You are my husband. I want you to tell me everything, especially things that might frighten me, how can you not know that?

Will: Nico you are unbelievable.

Will: (dramatically storms off)

(literally two seconds later)

Will: BABY IM SORRY I HAVE SOME AMBROSIA I LOVE YOU YOU'RE PERFECT WHO HURT YOU

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A scenario in which Xanxus's meets his fiancé (arranged marriage) for the first time. Turns out his fiancé is just this smoll, adorable ball of pureness, despite being the relative of one of the most influential and dangerous underworld family. How would Xanxus deal with such a bizarre fiancé who is especially smitten and doe eyed towards our cynical boi? Thank u!!!

((I’m trying to distract myself this fine evening, so enjoy this double action lmao.))

Evidently, dangerous had many other adjectives to describe itself. Pure, beautiful, graceful even in stride when their eyes had taken purchase on the questionably bold gaze of her fiance standing bravely in their midst as though he’d seen a ghost.

Where was the humour? The laughing to ensue when his true lover would be put out in the open for him to introduce himself, but, there they remained, shorter yet braver. Confident even to the extent that his hand was felt on their’s.

The lack of trembling the first piece of advice that made Xanxus believe he  wasn’t dealing with just anyone- it was serious. Unlike the look of sweet admiration pasted on their face just checking out their prize in a sweet hum.

“I wasn’t told you were actually rather good looking,” He listened to them prattle, watching how they stretched back into their seat again when left alone to the vices between them. “I guess it’s a plus.”

“What’s the game here?” Xanxus found himself asking idly, unable to sit with ease. Unable to shift his eyes off the one whose smile glowed like tender fireflies and a hearth warming his soul. “Where’s the knife you’re gonna stab in my back, sweetheart?”

They seemed to stand still, a beat, and hardly changed expressions when sliding their knee across their leg in comfort. A smile widening when they caught their fiance staring. 

“You have pretty eyes for someone trying to glare me down, honey,” They dared somehow kindly in the heat of the moment. “Can’t I just be infatuated for a few minutes before you start thinking I’m your demise?”

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Natural Leader

Prompt: Leader

Hibari had never liked being in the presence of other people. Even from a young age, he found them to be whiny, weak, irritating and mindless. They were noisy, boring and he found every instant he spent forced to interact with another human a complete waste of time. It wasn’t until elementary school that he discovered the perfect terminology to describe how he felt about the populace—herbivores, omnivores, and carnivores. Herbivores were the weakest link in the food chain, more often than not unable to defend themselves and pathetically going about their daily lives. Omnivores were slightly tolerable, as they had the ability to fight and defend their territory, but were partial to peaceful interaction. Carnivores were the top of the food chain, ruthless and dominating and unbeatable.

Hibari was the only carnivore he knew. He didn’t know any omnivores at all. Everyone that surrounded him was an herbivore.

He was five when he first enacted his natural-born ability to lead. He had been sitting alone in the sandbox, building a towering fortress of tightly-packed sand. A couple of kids approached him, wanting to play in the sand as well. Hibari narrowed his eyes at them, opening his mouth to tell them to disappear, when a thought struck him.

“Fine,” he said coolly. “But you do whatever I say. If you don’t, I’ll bite you to death.”

They recoiled slightly at his sneering tone, but did not retreat, which was their mistake. From then on, Hibari realized how to deal with herbivores. He could not change them permanently, but he could control them to behave as he wanted them to. For the next few weeks, as his sand castle grew in size, the children who wanted to utilize the sandbox were forced to comply with his rules. No talking, and they had to do exactly as he said.

There were the foolish ones who tried to rebel. They thought they were strong enough, brave enough to stand up to him. They were swiftly dealt with, one blow would send them flying to the ground with a bruised eye or cut lip. Angered parents would confront him, but they were just as herbivorous as their children.

He would glare at them, indifferent and cold, and they would eventually grow unnerved enough to scuttle their offspring away. His mother ignored the complaints of parents, dismissing his behaviour as playful.

And if a child could not successfully execute his directions, they were promptly bitten to death as well. He had no use for the weak and incompetent.

Hibari was ten when he utilized the full potential of his strength. He was walking the halls of his elementary school, anger twisting through him at the unnecessary noises that echoed off the walls, the pounding of footsteps against the tiles. He glowered at the observing teachers, who seemed content with this lack of control and order. His head began to ache and when one of his students slammed into his shoulder on accident, he grabbed hold of the boy and shoved him against the lockers.

“Running in the halls is against the rules,” he growled.

“Get off! You’re not a teacher, you can’t tell me what to do!”

Hibari removed his tonfas from the inside of his school jacket and sent the boy sailing down the hall. Everyone immediately stopped, eyes widening in fear, and one teacher stepped forwards.

“Hey, put those away this—”

Hibari struck the wall with his tonfa, creating a hole in the cement and sending chunks scattering in all directions. The teacher stilled, Hibari’s dark eyes drilling into him, filled with disgust. “If you will not reign in the herbivores, I will.” Moving his gaze to sweep across the now-quiet corridor, he said, “Better. Keep it silent or I’ll bite you to death.”

The kids turned to stare at Hibari’s victim, who was straggling to his feet, uniform torn and blood trickling down his chin. They hastily continued on their way, heads ducked down and considerably quieter than they were seconds before.

From that day on, Hibari was the unofficial hall monitor of his elementary school. He easily put the herbivores in their place and maintained the peace. He was a leader, though not quite in the traditional sense. He did not do democracy, there was no teamwork. He made all decisions and enforced all punishments, regardless if his victim believed they deserved it or not. He ruled with an iron fist, and the herbivores either obeyed or were cut down for their insolence. He silenced the rowdy and cowed the obnoxious.

When Hibari enrolled into Namimori Middle, he quickly rose to power. He became the head of the Disciplinary Committee with little trouble and established dominance over the student populace. The teachers kept quiet and left him to do his work, fearful of consequence for their interference. The Disciplinary Committee members consisted of people who sincerely admired Hibari and his strength, and willingly followed him. It was different, not to have to force them to do his bidding, but he came to appreciate them in his own way.

Everything was perfect. There was no resistance. He never had to break a sweat when dealing with delinquents.  

It was very boring. Until he came.

The baby with the fedora. One day Hibari didn’t know he existed, the next Reborn became a permanent presence at Namimori Middle. He was almost always by the side of Sawada Tsunayoshi.

Hibari had encountered Sawada before—it was a common sight to see him being bullied or stumbling through the halls on his own feet. He was a hopeless herbivore and Hibari dismissed him almost immediately. But when he came face-to-face with Sawada, Reborn watching with a thoughtful expression, Hibari saw something he hadn’t noticed before.

There was a spark in Sawada’s brown eyes, a tiny ember of defiance that not even he knew he possessed yet. Hibari paused, regarding the brunette and the baby for a moment, before moving on his way. He knew potential when he saw it. He wanted to see how Sawada would grow.

It was perhaps his mistake that he didn’t bite Sawada to death in that moment, but he believed Reborn wouldn’t have let him destroy him completely. So maybe it couldn’t have been helped, as bitter a taste that left in his mouth.

Hibari watched Reborn’s easy strength, one he wanted to go up against. But the baby held him at a distance, and Hibari knew later that he had unintentionally given him the perfect bait to use against him. If Hibari wanted to fight Reborn, and the other formidable enemies that seemed to now follow Sawada around every corner, he had to participate occasionally in the tasks Reborn arranged.

Hibari was not ignorant. He knew the overwhelming presence the mafia held in Italy. He caught on to what Reborn was trying to do. He resisted, refusing to crowd with such herbivores. He did not fight just anyone because he was told to. He chose his battles. He certainly didn’t want anything to do with the annoying group that suddenly surrounded Sawada. But Reborn still gave him the Cloud Ring, and Hibari kept it.

He had tried to get rid of it, once or twice. But in the end, he ultimately couldn’t go through with it. He wasn’t bored anymore, not with the challenging fights he got to partake in, to watch Sawada grow into his potential. And perhaps, though he would never admit, he felt the magnetic pull of the Cloud Ring, as if he had always been meant to wear it.

Hibari had always been a leader. He was never a follower. He did not follow orders, he gave them. And then Reborn came into the picture, and he got to know the true character of Sawada Tsunayoshi. As the years passed and the battles grew more difficult, Hibari could see that Sawada was no longer a herbivore. He was an omnivore, and eventually he conceded to acknowledge the brunette as his boss. He was praised as being the strongest Guardian, and the others never expected him to follow their orders. They knew who he was, and let him do his own thing (and the more he could irritate Gokudera and Mukuro the better), and in turn he grew content to be step-by-step with them.

With all the herbivores attempting to interfere with their business and break apart his family, he was fine with not being an absolute leader in one aspect of his life.

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Some things to remember if you’re sad [KHR Version]

Hibari logic

Bel’s short backstory

Mukuro’s sensitivity to pineapples and his hair

Haru Haru Dangerous Interviews

Fran’s existance in general

The OVAs

the character songs

imaginging Mukuro in this outfit when singing Kufufu no Fu

the varia sang tatta latta

Rebocon in general

and let’s not ever forget VongolaCrack

Feel free to add more

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Chrome: Everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about. Be kind. Always

Gokudera: I once saw you punch a girl scout because she didn’t have any thin mints.

Chrome: Exactly. That’s my battle. So be kind.

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Hibari Kyoya ✨🌗

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[ Finished ] || Dance from BTS: Blood, Sweat, & Tears || Time: 1:18 - 1:27

[ I just want Tsuna to dance okay ]