#let vongola burn in hell

[rakubalka]

KHR x HP au

Harry wanders around solving issues in the Mafia world without realizing it during a gap year before going to Hogwarts as their defense professor.

he doesn’t realize it’s the Mafia. Any Flame Active that’s ever went to Hogwarts during the war or knows about the war hides his identity.

He gets Xanxus out of the ice early, no one knows how he even got into Vongola, and accidentally made the entire Varia headquarters impossible to break into via magic. Tsuna and his guardians are living in Hogwarts until he can buy a house for them instead, there is a portal to allow Hibari an easy way to get back to his territory.

Vongola has no clue where their heir is.

Vongola is getting fucked

But I raise you one up

As we know the wizard world is shit on many levels so I would say Harry more so just decided that the hermit lifestyle is for him

But at some point either gets bored and/or lonely so ...

Harry searching for relatives who are NOT assholes and uses spells to locate them

And ends up with Xanxus from his father's side and Tsuna from his mom's side

Then after seeing the home situation of those two decides adoption it's is !

Vongola is getting fucked over by a really really powerful and pissed Harry who no longer gives any ficks for how the world is (and the Varia who only follow their boss , who Vongola betrayed)

He is also looking at any and all of the Varia and more specifically Xanxus's elements for even breathing wrong , because he lost more than one dearly precious person and is not doing it again or having someone else go through it again

Also seeing as Tsuna doesn't really have all that good Guardians other than his Mists no one other than them is in . Instead we have Tsuna who got raised with the Varia and Harry since he was 8 and then at around 10 got kidnapped , proceeded to start a revolution and a break out with the rest of the kids (which is how he got his (1/2) Mist , Sun and Rain) while Harry and the Varia were on the Estraneo's ass for daring to kidnap the resident sunshine child (because Bell is really really bloodthirsty and that is his emotional support second Sky)

Xanxus is on the other hand laughing his ass off at the Mafia(especially Vongola) and their stupidity . But make no mistake the moment anyone thinks they can put his baby cousin cough*baby brother*cough in the same hell as they put him there are gonna be a carnage only a pissed off Wrath Sky can create

Also people really shouldn't underestimate Tsuna , especially Tsuna who was both raised by the Varia as default babysitters and also allowed to fully flourish as the VERY Cloudy Sky he is . (Fun fact here he is Xanxus Cloud for better or worse on Xanxus overprotective tendencies)

So the moment the Tr Ni Sette bullshit is happening you better believe they are there and beating everyone else's ass to find a way for the planet to NOT end

In parts because of Mammon and Skull(what did you expect of me really ? I'm a Skull fan) and in part because Harry is definitely getting the Lighting Arco title (and maybe Sky) and no one wants the only somewhat sane adult in here to have to deal with all that bullshit while trying to keep them under control

[khr-guilded-cage]

I would like to add that is Luciana Allegri is very very spiteful person

She hates Vongola and hate the Mafia

And is far too loud about it too

Luciana refuses to sugarcoat her situation

She calls Vongola a 'filthy hellhole' in every two sentences, bluntly telling Timoteo that NO, her sky cousins aren't joining his filthy Famiglia, they are BETTER than Vongola, have a great future, it would be a waste of their lives to such great and powerful potential be stuck in such a hellhole like Vongola

Timoteo argues and trying to negotiate, they could just come to balls to be show as Vongola Sky and be keep safe under Vongola, for their own good. Luciana polite informs that NO, they would not, in any shape or form, be part of Vongola. She bluntly tells him she wasnt Tsuna, wasn't a meek cowardly child he could manipulate and instal as a puppet, Luciana would be ACTUALLY in change

The Ninth is AWARE he brought two unwilling civilians to be heir agaisnt their wills, but hates to be reminded of that, the old fucker liked to pretend he is a good person

Luciana calls him Kinslayer, like...in the middle of important meetings, and balls and allies. She refused to let Tsuna be forgotten, the abuse he suffered would go down in Vongola history

'Do anything against what I told you and I'll kill you, Sawada Iemitsu'

'You dragged me into this mess, so I will be boss, but you put someone that wants you dead in a gutter in throne, dont be surprised if making an enemy your boss and giving power to somone that wants you and your Guardians dead was a bad idea.'

Nono did attempt to claim he wanted to 'help her thrieve and survive and become a great Vongola Donna' and 'garther her family and be taught how to be a Boss of Vongola' insisted he was 'on her side, they are family' was meet with a cold 'go burn in hell, you senile old fucker, take your lies with you'

The old man was genuine stunned and confused about why Luciana hated him so fucking much, she openly told him both his heirs wanted to murder him in cold blood and burn his corpse

Nono insisted about the wonderfullness of Vongola and begin its Don, about Family and Bonds and Skies, about Primo and his vigilant roots, about Daniella, about duties and responsabilities like she owned them shit

Luciana wasn't a idiot, Timoteo wanted the 'ensure the future of the bloodline and his Famiglia' and keep trying to make sure he had some control over her, he set his eyes into another pawn after Xanxus killed Tsuna

They wanted to sugar coat it, act like she belonged to the 'family', like some old man from across the sea had some power over her, to decide her life. Luciana refused to be a another dead pawn

Luciana Allegri is clear with the fact she wanted to make Vongola better so it won't 'ruin people's lives like they did to Tsuna and to ME' and takes every opportunity to declares about how greed and arrogant Vongola was and how they need to lower its ego, about how much they hurt Tsuna, about how much she HATED them.

Luciana secured her position by nearly killing Xanxus in the Ring Battles and Vittoria murdered Leviathan for what happen to Lambo. Mariella though about killing them off a few times, but forcing him into serviture was better, let him bow to her like the Mad Dog he was, put him into a leash

Many claimed Xanxus was a monster, but the man was no son of Echidna

She isn't a meek little civilian girl they could hurt so easy, she is a Princess of the Underworld, a daughter of Hades, the firstborn son of Kronos and chamption of the firstborn child, Hestia Kronica.

Kazue is also very angry about his nephew begin murdered and bring Tsuna is all conversations he has with anyone from Vongola

[hopeswriting]

tsuna and mukuro had the potential to have such a unique bond, it's such a shame.

it's like how mukuro despises the mafia and tsuna is meant to become vongola decimo but he simply can't deny tsuna is the furthest thing from being mafia all the same, doesn't want to be mafia, is being forced into it (the way once upon a time the fate of a family that should have but didn't care about him was forced onto him, and he had to survive hell more than once because of it).

and how tsuna doesn't want to be mafia and mukuro's the only one to listen, to hear it for what it is, so much more than the only thing that could be expected from dame tsuna, because they might not want to break him and build him up again into something he should have never become, but he's being shaped into the perfect tool for a family to use that's his family through his blood only (and mukuro might not feel pity nor sympathy, but he's the only one who lets tsuna grieve for the loss of the boy that'll never be again).

it's how mukuro embraces the monster he was made into so to tear the world apart starting with the mafia, and tsuna fiercely condemns him for it and will stand in his way to stop him as many times as it'll take, but apart from the people who were in hell with him he's the first one to give him understanding and empathy, to see beyond the monster and not letting it making him not care about the boy underneath, instead holding onto him and pulling him past the monster—believing the boy and monster are not one and the same yet (the way once upon a time tsuna was stripped of all worth and believed he'd be worthless the rest of his life, and yet so much worth was given to him again, was found inside him where he thought there hadn't ever been anything to find).

and how tsuna doesn't want to be mafia, hates it for everything they want to make him stand for, but he cradled close the people needing arms to rest into without a second thought no matter how soaked in blood they already were, would cradle mukuro close too without a second thought if he'd let him, would shield him against the world from further harm (because tsuna isn't blind to mukuro's sins and how much he has to repent for them, but he won't be blind either to how the world sinned against mukuro first, and he'll stand with him against it because his anger and hate and pain are righteous, if not the way he acts on them).

it's how, when tsuna becomes vongola decimo and works to bring vongola back to its vigilante roots, mukuro is his most loyal ally in this huge endeavor, the one taking on the most ruthless tasks of this endeavor so tsuna doesn't have to.

and how—i like to think—, if tsuna should fail to bring vongola back to its vigilante roots, and mukuro propose to burn it all to the ground instead, tsuna would be the first to agree and mean it, and make it so the others would at the very least hear mukuro, so to let mukuro know his pain doesn't have to be bore only by the ones who experienced it for themselves too.

it's how tsuna is mukuro's "what could have been" (a life in the mafia with hardships still but that wouldn't have stripped him of his humanity), and mukuro is tsuna's "what will be one day at its very worst" (because the deeper the mafia drags him, the easier it'll drag him down even further), and how there's of course an immense gap between their respective pain, but they're still each other's understanding in the way any one had still to give it to them.

[twitter-hikari]

iele 2

"Kitten!" Nana's head whips up from where she'd been staring down the Cloud Officer Ottavio and she beams.

"Coronis!" She skips across the hall and down the stairs, hovering happily out of his reach before coming in and grabbing at his sleeve and tugging it gently in the different direction where she knows that Hotaru is pinging around the walls under Rulsalka's direction. "Hotaru and I wanted to show you something, come on."

Ottavio watches as Nana Sato scatters mooks around her wake, the fierce Sun Coronis....tame and soft under her fingers. There's something extra there, and he's feeling the itch of want and irritation. What kind of Quality let an unNamed girl bring him to heel?

Unthinkable.

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Nana thinks that it's a stupid idea when Coronis tells her he's got another mission and she would like for Coronis to stay and give his attention to her, her and Hotaru. It's a wall of warmth that she likes to have at her back, Hotaru at her side and vibrating to be out and attacking. Coronis watches her and sighs, reaching down to ruffle her hair.

"Okay, come and pack. you're going to drive yourself up the wall Kitten, you need to sharpen your claws against someone other than the Cloud squad." She brightens and then leaps up the stairs, reaching out for Hotaru and dragging her behind. Hotaru went out with Rulsalka lots, but Nana hasn't been out of the Varia Compound and yes, she did want what Coronis had promised her, the power and respect and drive of a job completed and the respect but she craved to not be boxed in by walls and rules in an equal ferocity that surprised her when they finally stepped out of the front gates.

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Tyr ignored Coronis when the Sun appeared in his office. He ignored him until the sounds of wine in a glass reached him and he raised a hand, expecting the deposited weight and sipping. "What do you want from me now Coronis?"

The red-head scoffed, dropping into the armchair to the side of Tyr's desk, swishing his own drink. "I don't need anything from you!" When Tyr lifted his gaze to tip the glass towards him Coronis wilted and shrugged. "I have....other contacts I need to talk to, and I can't take Kitten or Zap with me. And Kitten..." he hesitates again and Tyr would very much like Coronis to fucking stop with the mincing his words- "Have you noticed that Kitten can look very sharp and her flames look too dark for regular Sky Flames?"

Tyr nearly choked on his sip of wine and has to splutter away from his paperwork. "Fucking excuse me?!" He wasn't sure that he was more flabbergasted that Coronis has seen the girl's elusive Flames or that he was implying that she was a Wrath Flame user. "There's not been anyone with those except for Ricardo, and I know you aren't suggesting that she's another bastard Vongola running around. The Famiglia and wider Families wouldn't accept another after the mess that Nono made with Xanxus and Iemitsu."

Coronis, (the bastard, may he rot in hell forever) shrugged, swallowing another mouthful of wine and weighed them out in the air. The hand holding his wine glass, "Xanthus, scowling child who throws around the bloody orange Flames." The other hand, empty but his fingers curled as if holding a smaller hand in it, "Nana, known as Kitten, who has an empty smile, and will only use her flame if Hotaru is injured and will not see the flames being used. The barest edge of red. Both come with unexpected and unexplained provenance at a time when the Underworld struggles with Skies." He shrugs, dropping his hands.

"The math is not difficult, but baiting Kitten into unsheathing her Flame around me is nearly impossible. I hoped that I could ask you to train her, teach her to use the Wrath Flames so that she would not burn herself to a crisp when she loses something that she cannot make herself forget."

Tyr scowled and sighed, dragging a hand over his face. "You know that I am weak for the Family mysteries. Hell spit, yes, I can provoke an unbonded Sky. It's not as if I wanted to keep myself in one piece."

[ladyhallen]

How about the 10th gen meeting Harriet for your Collenello's no good very bad day seies(?)

Everyone in Vongola knew that Reborn was married.

Even if he had no wedding ring, he occasionally had lunch boxes from his wife, which he proudly carried, and sometimes, he requested leave for certain dates, which he vowed was actually an anniversary of some sort.

This could only be the actions of a very committed man.

Strangely, barring the Arcobaleno who had crashed the wedding, no one had actually seen Reborn’s wife.

They knew she was gorgeous, because Reborn had a certain type. They just had no idea what kind of person she was.

When a beautiful redhead knocked on the Iron Fort’s gates with a very familiar lunch box, the gossip reached crazy levels.

“Is that - !”

“Oh my god,”

“She just petted his hair.”

“Fuck the petting, she just pulled at his side-burns!”

The staff and various Mafioso of different departments crowded around the windows and just. Stared.

“Is she going in?” someone asked what everyone was thinking.

Yes, she was.

.

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Tsuna had mastered the discreet art of staring at someone while drinking tea and making it seem like you were actually not staring at that person, no, just staring at the flowers.

It was a blessing because he couldn’t actually stop staring.

She was gorgeous and feminine and…so gosh darn civilian that Tsuna was having a headache picturing her with his scary and very murderous mafia tutor.

“I love your castle!” she was saying with great enthusiasm. She was staring around avidly, somehow not noticing the sharp candelabra’s that could be used as a second-hand weapon and the complete absence of rugs.

Ah, rugs, so hard to clean of blood.

“Thank you,” he said. “It was an inheritance.”

“Ren never talks about work,” she said, making Tsuna breathe long and deep to avoid beverage failure. Like it was normal to say Reborn’s name and not get skewered and punctured multiple times. She continued, “I got curious. He also left his lunchbox so I had an excuse!”

Tsuna looked to Reborn for help.

Reborn looked sappily, disgustingly in love.

Tsuna had a headache. He had never seen his sadistic hitman tutor act like that and the dichotomy was driving him insane.

No wonder Colonnello got twitchy every time someone brought up Reborn’s wife.

.

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Lambo met her next, and he decided, then and there, that he liked her.

“Oh, what lovely hair!” she declared, staring at his afro.

Lambo looked at her, at the absolute chaos in her eyes and smiled.

“I like your hair too, sorella!” he said. “You look like a mermaid!”

She smiled, and Lambo absolutely loved her. “I’m just magical.”

.

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Hayato and Takeshi, returning from a mission, met her just as she was exiting the mansion arm in arm with Reborn.

Takeshi’s instincts were going crazy, looking at the delicate, gorgeous woman in a sundress. He had absolutely no idea why, but he knew to trust those instincts.

“Yamamoto, Gokudera,” Reborn greeted. “My wife, Harriet.”

She gave them a sunny smile that had all of Takeshi’s hair standing on end. “Pleasure to meet you!”

Hayato looked, somehow, terrified. “Nice to meet you too,” he said in a strangled tone.

On they went, and Takeshi had to ask, “Was she very scary?”

Hayato snorted. “Baseball freak, think about it. My sister is still in love with Reborn. If that woman survived her, there’s no way in hell that she’s a civilian.”

“Maah!” Takeshi laughed, accepting the logic. Because Bianchi was hardcore for Reborn. “No wonder my hand itched. I thought she just smiled with too many teeth!”

Hayato started scolding him but both of them hurried to Tsuna, eager to see their Sky again.

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Ryohei encountered them in the garden while he was doing his exercises.

Reborn introduced them, and Harriet smiled innocently.

“If you are Reborn-san’s wife, then you must also be an extreme person!” he decided. “Pleasure to meet you, Harriet-san!”

Harriet giggled and shook his hand. “Oh, you’re just too sweet!” she pronounced. “Ren, you’re kids are so nice.”

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Unfortunately, Mukuro, Chrome and Kyoya were fighting in the sandpit by the garden.

“You can probably beat them if you prepared,” Reborn mused.

Harriet looked at them critically, smile nowhere on her face. “Yes. Runic traps…hmm.”

Hibari stopped. “Fight me,” he said.

Harriet whipped out her wand and smiled toothily, folding her scarf and cardigan neatly. “Honey, can you hold this for a moment? I don’t want them dirty.”

“Of course,” he said obligingly.

The proceeding events expanded the sand pit and had all three Guardians stare at Harriet in admiration.

“Why on earth did she marry you?” Mukuro muttered, nowhere near Reborn’s hearing - he wasn’t suicidal.

“Ahh, Harriet-san is so cool,” Chrome said dazedly.

Hibari said nothing, but his scowl was dark.

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.

“Ah, your kids are so energetic,” she told him. “It was nice to visit your workplace today.”

Reborn held back a laugh through sheer force of will. “You terrified everyone today, just so you know.”

Harriet looked surprised. “But I was being nice!” she protested. “I didn’t even prank anyone!”

He finally let out a laugh. “You don’t know your own chaos, my love.”

[chaoticgearz]

Fanfics and Crossovers I've created so far..

[Twisted Wonderland/Katekyo Hitman Reborn crossover]

"Vongola Wonderland"

When they promised to be friends forever, Tsuna found comfort in that. Fast forward a few years and Tsuna finds himself constantly breaking up a fight between Leona and Malleus or having to make sure Floyd don't accidentally squeeze someone to death.

"Of Skies and Mirrors"

After being betrayed by both his Guardians and the same people he had placed his trust on, Tsuna shot himself and prayed to be reborn in a better life. Wait, why is the coffin starting to burn up?

[Hazbin Hotel/Katekyo Hitman Reborn/Helluva Boss crossover]

"Demonic Bunny"

When Tsuna gets killed, he fully expects to go to hell and suffer for his Famiglia's sins. He never expected to become a resident in a hotel that redeems demons.

[Katekyo Hitman Reborn/Servamp crossover]

"Trails of Blood"

He went missing for weeks but no one made the effort to find him. No one but him. The one who saved him. The one who cursed him. The one who freed his caged flames. The one who made him into a M̸ ̵O̷ ̴N̵ ̵S̷ ̶T̷ ̷E̶ ̵R̴.

Tsuna just wished he stayed dead.

[Boku No Hero Academia/Haikyuu crossover]

"Captain's Guide"

'This is odd...' Daichi thought, inspecting his talon like hands that held the crayon. His childhood best friend, Izuku if he remembers correctly, looked down with a doll in his arms. "D-Daichan? I-I'm quirkless....." He mumbled, eyes tearing up. Daichi is going to adopt this one.

[Haikyuu/Katekyo Hitman Reborn crossover]

"Tsuna in: The Series"

Tsuna in Karasuno

Tsuna in Nekoma

Tsuna in Fukurodani

Tsuna in Dateko

Tsuna in Aoba Johsai

Tsuna in Shiratorizawa

Tsuna in Inarizaki

If Tsuna were go to a different school and is subsequently adopted by the volleyball club.

[Henry Stickmin series/Katekyo Hitman Reborn crossover]

"Henry and Tsuna"

If Tsuna were to go somewhere, Henry would be seen trailing behind him. If Henry were to get in trouble, Tsuna would be the first one to defend him. No matter what, these two would always be by each other's side. Even if one of them wanted to rob a bank, the other would always follow.

[Katekyo Hitman Reborn/Happy Tree Friends crossover]

"Final Thread of Sanity"

When Tsuna ran away from home to escape the humiliation and neglect, he didn't last long when he was outside. Killian (The Mole) stumbles upon the child on the street near his house. The blind man decided to take him in, seeing as he's a runaway.

In a town filled with hitmen and assassins, one soul would rise and heal them all.

[Katekyo Hitman Reborn/ What Remains of Edith Finch crossover]

"What Remains of the Finches"

Before she was known as Nana Sawada, she was Nanako Finch. Years after she left the Finch household, she returns with her son, Tsuna.

[Danganronpa/Katekyo Hitman Reborn crossover]

"Analytical Mentality"

Tsuna never understood the need of emotions. It would only hinder him in certain scenarios. Yet he would act and humour his mother's whims as best he can to please her. But when he felt the seal around his flames cracking, his eyes glowed a warm orange and a flow of emotions came in.

[Harry Potter/SCP crossover]

"Raised in Containment"

Harry is taken and sent to the SCP Foundation after an incident that caught their attention.

[Boku no Hero Academia/Katekyo Hitman Reborn crossover]

"Kokuya Madness"

In which Izuku is Chrome and the entire Kokuya gang is reborn into the MHA universe.

[Boku no Hero Academia/Danganronpa crossover]

"Fragments of Hope and Despair"

Izuru and Izuku are two different people. One is a hero wannabe while the other is the former holder of every talent in the world. Well, and a ghost.

[Kingsman/Boku no Hero Academia crossover]

"Welcome to Kingsman, Deku!"

Izuku had been denied of his dreams to be a hero his entire life. But when he's given a chance to become one, he grabs onto it and never lets go. Even if it kills him.

[Helluva Boss/Haikyuu Crossover]

"CLIPPEDWINGS.COM"

Even after being sold to a human trafficking ring by his father, Shoyo stays positive. After making a deal with a demon and freed, Hinata and some newly made friends are determined to pay back their debt with everything they had learnt while in hell.

[One of the biggest crossovers I've ever worked on| Juuni Taisen/Servamp/Disastrous Life of Saiki K/Assassination Classroom/Katekyo Hitman Reborn/Twisted Wonderland/Mystic Messenger/Boku no Hero Academia/Danganronpa/One Punch Man/RWBY/Shokugeki no Souma/Haikyuu/Henry Stickmin/Miraculous Ladybug crossover]

"Zero's Court"

When an old god gets bored, he decides to play with some humans who had caught his eyes throughout the universe. He picks them and places them into his court, where he'll play with them and never let them leave.

[vannahfanfics]

Healing Hands and Battle Scars

Category: Mild Romantic Fluff

Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

Characters: Tsunayoshi Sawada, Kyoko Sasagawa

Requested By: @kiralushia​ (Tumblr) 

Alternatum to Our Scars

"Hello, Mrs. Sawada!" Kyoko announced cheerfully from the landing as she removed her shoes and placed them neatly beside Tsunayoshi's sneakers. She was surprised to find the entryway unusually empty; neither Haru, Hayato, nor Takeshi had come calling today. The recently waxed wooden floor squeaked slightly as the cotton fabric of Kyoko's socks rubbed against the boards. Tsunayoshi's mother’s merry response floated out of the kitchen to greet the young girl as she strolled down the hall toward the stairs. 

"Good afternoon, Kyoko! I'm preparing dinner now. Tsuna is upstairs; go say hello to him and keep him company until the food's ready!" 

Kyoko had half a mind to refuse the meal as social etiquette would dictate, but she knew well enough that Mrs. Sawada would keep insisting until she finally caved. 

"Thank you, ma'am!" she called back before skipping up the stairs. "Tsunaaaaa! Good afternoon!" she shouted to announce her presence. The boy's bedroom door was slightly ajar, spilling the waning daylight into the comparatively gloomy hallway. Kyoko knitted her eyebrows when she heard Tsunayoshi make as if to respond, only for his greeting to veer off into pained yelps and shouts. "Tsuna? Are you all right?" she asked as she walked forward and pushed the door open. 

The budding mafioso sat in the middle of his floor, wearing only a pair of boxers as he tended to the myriad of bruises, scratches, and scrapes marring his thin but toned body. Kyoko only blinked, more concerned about his injuries than the fact he was nearly naked. In the infancy of his blooming Dying Will powers, he'd run around in his underwear all the time, so it honestly didn't faze her. 

Tsunayoshi flashed her a disconcerted frown when she entered the room, then realized it was her and jumped. 

"Ah! Kyoko! I thought you were my mom!" he yelped and snatched the comforter off his bed to wrap it around his person. Kyoko laughed good-naturedly and sat on her knees beside him, brushing a few bandage wrappers aside. The boy exhaled heavily, wincing as he stretched out one of his legs to display a nasty scrape adorning his knee. “That Reborn… He’s killing me with all this training!” 

It was a sad fact that Kyoko was quite used to seeing Tsunayoshi— and many of the others, for that matter— beaten black and blue. Though Tsunayoshi had explained all the Vongola family’s eccentricities and his involvement when they’d been spirited ten years into the future, there was still much of his life that Kyoko had yet to understand. All she knew that she needed to support him. 

“Well,” Kyoko hummed as she grabbed the first-aid kit and pulled it closer to herself, “I’m sure Reborn is just doing what he believes is best for you.” 

“Kyoko! I’m not becoming a mafia leader! I’m not !” he retorted in a nasally whine. Kyoko released another light-hearted giggle as she rifled through the first-aid kit for bandages, antiseptic, and antibiotic creams. Tsunayoshi watched her with an angry pout, clearly displeased that she too reacted so casually to his relationship with the prominent Italian criminals. Smiling serenely, Kyoko shuffled on her knees to face him again. 

“Well, I doubt that will get Reborn to lighten up anytime soon,” she chuckled amiably. Tsunayoshi grimaced as he hunched his slim shoulders up to his ears. While he sulked, Kyoko pulled the comforter away from his body. Tsunayoshi squeaked and immediately scrabbled for it, but Kyoko pulled it quickly away from his frantic grasp. 

“K-Kyoko! What are you doing?” 

“Silly!” she snickered and scooched a little closer to him. “I’m going to tend to your wounds! It’s the least I can do after you’ve protected me so many times, right?” 

“Bah… If you say so, Kyoko,” he consented with a bright pink blush blossoming in his cheeks. He splayed out his legs on either side of her so she could shuffle forward on her knees and plant herself right in front of him. She picked up a cotton ball and doused it in antiseptic, then prepared to begin dabbing it on his wounds. 

She could do this. She had to do her best to help Tsunayoshi, in the only way she knew how. 

As she drank in the myriad of scratches and bruises littering his toned body, Kyoko’s eyes grew lidded. There’s so many… Scattered among the fresh injuries were thin white scars, phantoms of arduous training and conflicts past. With a sad smile and even sadder eyes, Kyoko reached out to trace the patchwork of tiny blemishes interspersed between the bleeding cuts and blue-black bruises. 

Tsunayoshi flinched and gasped as her slightly cold fingers met his skin. However, he allowed her to journey across his chest, up his arms, and across his legs. She followed the chronicle of his danger-fraught life until her fingers began to quiver and stutter. There was a seemingly endless amount of lesions disfiguring Tsunayoshi’s person. 

“Kyoko…?” Tsunayoshi asked in a small voice. 

Kyoko hadn’t realized, but tears had sprung to the corners of her eyes. Her fingers faltered over an incredibly long scar slashing across his chest. She wondered, did they sometimes ache, these scars of his? Did he awake in the dead of night in a cold sweat with phantom pain, tendrils of agony blooming from those scars like spider lilies rooted in pale earth? 

The sobering thought sent the tears spilling down her cheeks, which had reddened with misery on Tsunayoshi’s behalf. 

“Tsuna,” she choked. She splayed her fingers over his chest, and they trembled against his wound-littered skin. Slowly, Tsunayoshi reached up to envelop her hand in his, gently pulling it away from his scarred body to tightly wrap his fingers around her shuddering ones. “ Tsuna ,” she repeated in a woeful whine. 

What could she say ? What could she say to make his scars hurt less? Kyoko didn’t know . 

“ Kyoko ,” Tsunayoshi sighed wearily. Still holding her hand aloft and giving it intermittent, reassuring squeezes, he used his other to help push his battered body closer to her. “Please don’t cry, Kyoko. This is why I didn’t want you to see me like this,” he frowned. 

As she hung her head, pitifully wiping at her teary eyes with the heel of her free hand, Tsunayoshi reached up to push a swathe of her caramel-colored hair from her face. 

“Ahhhh,” he whined with a self-deprecating smile on his face. “I’m just no good, am I? Kyoko was kind enough to come and patch me up after Reborn put me through Hell, and now I made her cry. I really am No-Good Tsuna, huh?” 

Kyoko released a little giggle at the playful lilt in his voice. It was just so hard to be depressed with Tsunayoshi smiling so kindly as he held her hand and petted her hair oh-so-softly. As she smiled shakily, Tsunayoshi hummed approvingly. 

“Ah, that’s better. Please don’t cry anymore, okay? I promise they don’t hurt anymore.” 

Kyoko twitched as he all but pinpointed the source of her anxieties like he’d read her mind. She shuffled in between his legs as his hand dropped down to his thigh, while his other continued to hold her hand and rub small circles into her skin with his thumb. Her eyes swept over his form once more, over the wounds, both fresh and faded. 

“They don’t hurt?” she echoed hollowly. 

“Nah,” he reassured her with a lopsided smile. “Sure, Reborn puts me through the wringer and sometimes the hurt for a while, but they heal in time.” He then broke out in a big, cheesy smile. “Because I have your lucky charm, Kyoko, and when that’s not enough, I have the goddess of good luck herself to nurse me back to health, yeah?” 

As soon as the words left his mouth, they both burst into insanely bright head-to-toe bright red blushes. 

“Gah! I-I-I’m sorry!” he stammered, dropping her hand to wave his wildly about. “Th-that was so embarrassing— K-Kyoko, just forget I said that, okay?” 

Though Tsunayoshi’s mind was muddled by panic, Kyoko was as lucid as could be. 

“No,” she refused. Tsunayoshi squawked and then choked on air, freezing as Kyoko stared intensely at him with burning eyes. She firmly grasped his hand again with both of hers, squeezing it tightly. “No,” she repeated, softer. “I’ll do it. Be your goddess of good luck, and be there to nurse you back to health.” 

I don’t have powers like you all do. My only power… is supporting you. 

Tsunayoshi blinked at her. Silence descended over them like a veil, even blocking out the sounds of the street outside, muting the birdsong and car engines and friendly conversation of the neighbors on the porch across the street. Slowly, Tsunayoshi melted into her touch and her reassurance, a sweet smile rising on his face. 

“Kyoko…” 

“Now!” she cried, clapping her hands together. “Let’s get to work!” She retrieved the medical supplies once more, adjusting herself more comfortably before taking the antiseptic-soaked cotton ball and dabbing at a cut. Tsunayoshi hissed as the alcohol-based solution stung the thin slice in his skin. When he pouted at her, she laughed amiably. “What? I said I would nurse you back to health. I didn’t say it would be painless !” 

“Bahhhhh,” Tsunayoshi whined and tilted back his head. He banged his heels against the wooden floor as Kyoko continued to daub antiseptic over his many wounds. “Kyokooooo! Is this payback for getting beat up and making you cry?” 

“Mayyyyybe,” she grinned, pinching the tip of her tongue between her teeth. “You’ll have to suffer more of Reborn’s training so that you get tough enough not to get beat up at all!” 

“ Orrrrrr Reborn can go back to Italy and pick another Vongola 10th!” Tsunayoshi countered hotly. He continued to whine and whimper at Kyoko’s ministrations, even as Reborn strolled casually into the room while nibbling on a bowl of hearty beef stew. 

“Tsuna, you are a disgrace,” the hitman toddler tutted disapprovingly. Tsunayoshi immediately began to sputter indignantly. The refined hitman ignored him and tottered over to a bean bag chair, plopping down and indulging in the delicious beef dish. “You should take your role as a mafioso more seriously. It is unbecoming to complain as much as you do.” 

“I only complain because you give me hell , Reborn!” 

“Yoooo, Tsuna~! Here you are!” 

They both turned as the familiar, good-natured voice of Takeshi Yamamoto floated through the doorway. Both the baseball player and a scowling Hayato hovered in the threshold, each holding two bowls of steaming beef stew. “Your mom told us you were both up here. We brought you some food!” 

“Shame on you, Tsuna, making your mother eat dinner all by herself,” Reborn tsked disapprovingly from his bean bag chair. Tsunayoshi whipped his head around so fast that Kyoko swore she heard his vertebrae crack. 

“Oh, yeah? What are you doing up here, then, Reborn?” 

“Giving you hell.” 

“Ahhhhh! Why did my life turn out this way?” Tsunayoshi howled in lament and flopped backward against his floor. Kyoko had finished applying antiseptic, so she figured she could take a break before slapping bandages on Tsunayoshi’s cuts. She thanked Takeshi as he handed her a bowl and settled in to enjoy Maman’s excellent cooking. 

She paused before starting, drinking in the scene around her. The air hummed with animated, positive energy; laughter and smiles illuminated the room, joining the dying rays of the sunset streaming in through the window. Kyoko smiled, watching warmly as Tsunayoshi bantered with Takeshi, Hayato, and Reborn. 

Tsuna has scars… But he has them so we can have afternoons like this, doesn’t he? He got those scars protecting a future where we can all sit around, joking and eating Maman’s delicious cooking. 

Smiling, she spooned up a bit of the stew and rice and brought it to her lips. 

Tsunayoshi and the others would have to keep fighting for that future. Kyoko couldn’t fight as they could, but she could fight in her own way- with healing hands and comforting smiles and unyielding support. She would fight her own battle so that someday, Tsunayoshi’s scars would all fade away into forgotten memory.

Enjoy this oneshot? Feel free to peruse my Table of Contents!

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If you’re still taking requests, squalo and xanxus for 22? :3

ANON,, I immediately thought of the aftermath when they fought Jaeger, and how both Xanxus and Squalo got hurt (gosh,,, GOSH) and so!! this is them in hospital after the whole ordeal. idk how Xanxus got his arm and leg back, but I imagine the Vongola (whoever made Squalo’s hand?? Shoichi or Spanner or smth??) got someone to make him prosthetics so that’s my headcanon! also, it’s obviously not like missing limbs is bad; I imagine Squalo couldn’t give two fucks what’s missing and what’s not. I feel it’s more his pride is hurt because he “let” his boss get that hurt in the first place?? yeah ANYWAY LATE BUT THANK YOU also please don’t,, tag as a ship lol rip but here are the prompts

God, shit hurt. Everything fucking burned, no matter how little he tried moving.

“Should you really be moving around, Captain?” Bel grinned widely, his head tilting. “Your organs could fall out.”

Squalo shot him a nasty look, eyes narrowed. They could fall out, and all his stitches could come undone, and Lussuria would be upset and Viper would pitch a fit over it. But he couldn’t really care less.

If it hurt regardless of what he did, he’d go about his day as normal. It’d been a while since he’d been so badly hurt, but he could put up with it. He’d sooner die before he outwardly complained.

“If you make a mess, you’re cleaning it.”

Xanxus’ dry comment made him twitch, which only served to intensify the searing pain in his torso.

“Could the same be said about you, bastard? Only reason you’re still in fucking bed is because you can’t walk the fuck out.”

He sounded mean, but it was more out of anger towards himself. How’d he even let his dumb boss get hurt like that? Was he useless? Pathetic. He should still have both of those limbs.

Xanxus’ unamused gaze slowly flit up to his right-hand, watching him stagger closer to his side. “Went down after you did, fucking idiot. Do you want to bleed out everywhere?”

God, he was insufferable.

With a click of his tongue, Squalo boldly reached forward and grabbed at Xanxus’ upper arm; it was bandaged up tightly, and he’d tied his loose sleeve into a knot. He would eventually get matching metal prosthetics like Squalo did, but for now, he would rest without them.

It was a little funny, Squalo thought wryly. They would both have prosthetic limbs now.

Though, Squalo decided while he would rest in hospital to forgo wearing his own for now, as it saved him a bit of the hassle that maintenance and cleaning involved. Thinking about the metal weighing down on him... It was easier if he didn’t.

“I might have gone down first, but you lost limbs.”

Xanxus lifted a brow at this, feeling Squalo’s grip tighten. There was something on the man’s face; it was a little softer than usual. His brows weren’t furrowed, and his usual scowl had worn down into a small frown. His eyes were like storm clouds, ever moving, ever changing.

“But I’m not dead, and I sure as hell ain’t dying any time soon. Feh, surprised you didn’t die, either, going and getting impaled. Are you fucking stupid?”

Squalo’s shoulders slumped a little. He was right. Xanxus was alive. He was alive. Well... that was something, he supposed. It wouldn’t be the first scar his boss had gotten, and survived to wear with pride the next day.

Squalo released his arm and waved his hand dismissively, lifting his nose in the air. “Fuck off. Why the fuck would I die when you can’t even keep your ass on your feet? Starting to think you need us more than you want to admit.”

It wouldn’t be a lie. But, it’s not like his boss would ever, ever admit it, not even to himself.

Squalo’s lips twitched upwards, and though his smile looked smug and obnoxious, he felt differently.

Maybe Xanxus did need them. Maybe they did need each other. Maybe.

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☁ Drifting Away (Giotto) #08

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Author’s Note: Okay! I want to clear up a few things c: First off, this is the last chapter that my younger self wrote (I think I was like 16?). Now, in these past eight chapters, I’m sure you’ve come across things that seemed impossible for the time period, and I will do my best to stick to the year 1870 as best as I can from here on out! I hope you will go easy on me~

Rather than using google translate, I now have a wonderful friend willing to help me with the Italian translations (@kiralushia​) who also has this wonderful comic that you should definitely go check out! She has also been so supportive and is the main reason I want to finish this story!

I have decided to keep the flip cell phones for plot purposes and Salmon’s laptop (the story behind this is that they brought the technology from the future along with the necessary components in order to use them in the past). I hope you can overlook this plot hole for the sake of the story!

Finally, I want to state that I have NOT read the manga (yet). I wanted to get this final chapter posted first and now I am going to go and read the proper arc within the manga in order to learn more about the first generation so I can do them proper justice within this story. Thank you so much for reading!

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☁ Cafe ✗ Guardian ✗ Confrontation ☁

You and Zakun had been walking for a good hour or so and, to be completely honest, you weren’t too sure he had a destination in mind. You were starting to think that he was just walking for the sake of it. After ten more minutes passed, you began to get annoyed.

“Oi! How the hell are we supposed to find this guy, anyway?”

“We search.” Another stoic response. Did this guy even have any emotion? Maybe he should have been the cloud guardian.

“Obviously, but we can’t just walk around blindly, ya know. You have to have some sort of plan or idea or something.”

“No.”

You facepalmed, sighing deeply as you begrudgingly followed after him. It seemed kind of hopeless, just walking around aimlessly. How would you even know if you had the right person? You were pretty sure that you didn’t have time to waste but, whenever you looked at Zakun, he looked totally relaxed. Then again, he’d probably be that way even if the world were about to end.

“Okay, how do we know we got the right guy? Just go around slipping the ring onto people’s fingers until we find one it doesn’t reject?”

He sent you a ‘get real’ look over his shoulder and you scowled. “When you first got the ring, it started resonating in sync with your own, giusto?”

You nodded.

“I knew you had gotten a hold of the ring because mine did the same. When you got close to me, they started resonating again, this time glowing brighter. The same thing will happen, only brighter than the first two times, when we get close to the bearer of the ring,” he paused, glancing over at you as you fell in step beside him. “It will act as a compass. The closer we get, the brighter it will become. The further we get, the less it will glow, until it eventually goes out, like now.” He motioned towards the ring on his finger.

You hummed thoughtfully, grabbing his hand and sliding the ring from his finger. You had seen the Gardiano rings before, but never actually paid attention to its detail. The shank of the ring was the body of a dragon, cloud gray in color and the same width as the Vongola rings. On top was the head of the dragon, the same color as the body. It’s mouth was open wide and inside was the Gardiano family’s crest. Its color was the respective multi-colored hue of the fire guardian and the eyes were the same color.

It truly was a badass looking ring.

Zakun slid the ring back on his finger without a word.

“What if they aren’t in Italy?”

“Then we have a problem.”

You stared at him blankly.

He returned the look. “Salmon says the probability of the barer being in Italy is seventy-five percent.”

“That still leaves a twenty-five percent chance that our guy is somewhere else in the world.”

“Are you always so negative?” He questioned, glancing at you.

“No,” you scowled. “I was just being honest.”

He opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly closed it and stopped walking. Digging into his jacket pocket, he produced a cell phone which he then flipped open and pressed to his ear. “Hello?… Not yet… Are you sure?… Fine.”

You raised an eyebrow as he snapped it shut. Honestly, you had never witnessed such a short phone call before.

“Rorian says we should split up,” he paused, holding out his hand. “Give me your phone.”

“Uh, sure,” you pulled the cell phone from your pocket and sat it in his open palm. His fingers pressed into the keys, entering his contact information into the device, along with a couple of the other members, just in case.

“We can cover more ground this way. If you find him, or get lost again, call me. Salmon will call you if I find him.” He turned in the opposite direction and started to walk away.

With a shrug, you continued on your way, your mind running wild with various thoughts. “If I were a missing fire guardian, where the hell would I be? Hmm.”

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When the sun finally began to rise, you decided it was time to take a break. Fortunately, you came to that decision in front of a bookstore. Opening the door, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and pristine, new books filled your nostrils and it was such a wonderful combination. The bookstore was small, but offered quite a selection of books.

On the right side of the store, in the corner, was a small cafe where you could read and drink coffee or even have something sweet to snack on. The whole atmosphere was calm and quiet, the perfect place to relax. You knew that Zakun would probably be mad, but you were exhausted and needed a few minutes to rest and regain some of your energy. After all the searching you had done, surely a five minute break wouldn’t hurt.

You sighed as you fell into the wooden chair near the corner, arms folded on the small round table with your head on top. The cold wood felt nice against your skin and that, mixed with the sound of pages being turned and coffee being poured, lulled you to sleep. You hadn’t even realized how tired you felt, but it was no surprise since you had been walking since nearly four in the morning and it was now just after eight at night.

You slept soundly with no strange dreams or interruptions which was rare for you since finding yourself thrown into the past and your body was soaking it up.

At least until a burning against your lower chest and stomach jolted you from your peaceful nap. A small groan passed your lips as your eyes slid open. It took a few minutes to realize that your shirt was glowing – or rather, what was underneath it.

You blinked in surprise, pulling at the collar of your shirt so you could see the ring, which was glowing pretty brightly. Looking around, there were only four people around you.

The woman wiping off the counters. A dark-skinned male reading his newspaper. A pale-skinned man reading a Josh Grisham novel. And another male that had just walked in, briefcase in one hand and a newspaper tucked under his arm.

As he walked closer, the warmth and glow of the ring increased, almost to a painful degree and, by the time he took a seat at the table beside your own, it was almost unbearable. His hair was sandy brown and slightly spiky, but slicked back away from his forehead, and his eyes were a moonlight silver. On his forehead was a crescent moon shaped scar and he was dressed in a navy blue suit.

‘What should I do? I know Zakun said to call him… but what if he doesn’t make it in time?’ You stood up, hiding the glowing rings as best as you could, before approaching his table. He was scribbling away onto a thick pad of paper, which had been removed from his briefcase. “Excuse me?”

He glanced up at you, his expression nothing short of serious. “Do you mind if I sit here?”

The man’s slim brow rose and he glanced around the cafe, which was practically empty, before looking back at the paper and shrugging. Without a sound, you took a seat across from him, fiddling with your fingers that were flat on top of the black table. Now, what in the hell were you supposed to say?

‘Hey! Just thought I’d let you know that I’m part of the mafia and I need your help to save the first generation of my family! Oh yeah, I’m from the future, too! That should go over well,’ you glanced up at him.

His eyes were scanning the page, his hand flying across the page at a nearly inhuman pace. You wondered what he was writing, but you couldn’t understand the language.

“Mind if I ask you something?”

He glanced up at you, paused for a moment and nodded before returning to his work.

“Do you… believe that the mafia exists?”

His hand paused, the tip of the pen hovering above the page, but he didn’t look up at you this time. When he spoke, his voice was deep. “A foolish question.”

You scowled, clenching your fist against the table. ‘Be nice, Y/N. Remember that you need this guy, so just be nice.’ “You believe, then?”

“Italy is known for their mafioso.” His voice was monotone, not a single speck of emotion within. Damn, he might just be colder than Zakun.

“Right. So I guess it’s safe to tell you that I’m part of the mafia, then.”

The man’s hand froze and his eyes narrowed into a glare at you before he gathered up the papers and placed them back into his briefcase, standing up. “I don’t know what game you’re playing at, but I refuse to believe that a mere child is in the mafia. Do take your games elsewhere.”

You sat frozen in your chair, blinking a few times as the words sunk in. You then shot up from your chair and growled out, “I’m not a child!” but it didn’t matter, because the man was already gone. With a groan, you fell back into the chair. ‘Now what am I supposed to do? Rory-chan is so gonna kill me.’

“Mi scusi?”

You looked up to see the female worker from before. She smiled softly, placing an espresso in front of you. “Oh, uhh… thank you.”

Realizing that you spoke English, she switched to using it, a thick accent present but her words easily understandable. “No problem. You looked like you needed it,” she smiled brightly, tilting her head to the side and causing her blonde bangs to fall across her closed eyes. “So tell me, did you know that guy?”

“No,” you sighed, leaning back in the chair with your hand clasped loosely over the base of the drink. “I need to, though.”

“You’re not like a spia, how you say, a stalker are you?”

“No. I have better things to do than stalk some guy.” You rolled your eyes. “Especially not someone as rude as him!”

She giggled. “Alright then! I can give you some information on him. Though I don’t know much, I know a little.”

“And you’d tell me, just like that?” You quirked a brow at her. “What’s the catch?”

“No catch!” She smiled, nodding her head. “It seems kinda important that you get through to him, but I’m warning you, he’s a tough costumer!” She giggled again. “His name is Holland and he’s a twenty-three year old owner of some shop on the other side of town. He’s all business – never smiles, never laughs, never even shows any emotion unless it’s annoyance! He’s so stuffy!” She pouted, folding her arms over her chest as she took the seat he had previously occupied.

“What kind of shop is it?”

“Hmm, I believe it’s a book shop, but I am not certain.”

“Do you know the name? Or an address.”

“Un attimo,” she held up her finger before standing up and heading over to the counter, where she grabbed a thin strip of paper. She pulled the fountain pen from the ink bottle, gliding it across the page before returning it and heading back to you, setting the paper onto the paper. “Careful not to smear the ink.”

You glanced at the address written there and had no clue where the hell it was, but you could just ask someone on the street and hope they knew English. Shouldn’t be too hard, right?

“I’ve tried so many times to be nice to him,” she continued. “But he’s just so mean! He comes in here every morning around nine o’clock, reads a few pages from his paper, and then spends close to two hours scribbling away. I thought, maybe, since he comes in everyday, I’d try and be nice, but half the time, he does not even respond! Che maleducato, you know?”

“Y-Yeah…” No, you really didn’t know, but you cleared your throat, shifting in your seat. “So, everyday, then?”

She nodded again. “It was actually pretty surprising, though! Usually he just ignores everyone that talks to him or whatever, but he didn’t ignore you! He actually let you sit with him and he actually talked to you in that deep sexy voice of his, I can not believe it! Maybe it’s because you’re so young,” she put her finger to her bottom lip, which slightly jutted forward as she pouted. “But I’m young, too, you know?”

Again, no, you did not know, but you pretended you did. “Uhh, right… weird…” You dug into your pocket to pull out some money for the drink only to freeze as you came to a realization – you only had yen on you, and you were pretty sure that they didn’t accept that in Italy.

Sensing your rising distress, the girl crossed her legs and waved you off with a friendly smile. “Non preoccuparti, it is on the house. I’m Sandra, by the way, Sandra Moretti. I’m half-American and I struggled learning the language when I came here as a child, but do not worry, you will pick it up soon!”

Normally people didn’t give that much information to someone they just met, which worried you a bit, but you let it go. “Cool, thank you.”

“Sure thing! See you around~”

You chuckled nervously as you stood up, keeping your eyes on her as you headed for the door. As soon as your back hit the glass, you bolted from the store and down the street. Sure, she seemed nice enough, but you knew from experience that coming across people that friendly and willing to give away information to a complete stranger were usually pretty dangerous. Still, you got some useful information from her.

Just then, the phone started to buzz within your pocket and you fished it out, flipping it open without so much as second thought. You instantly came to regret this decision, having to pull the phone back in order to keep your hearing in tact.

“Why didn’t you call?!” came Rorian’s angered voice. You could hear three voices in the background, probably trying to calm him down. “Zakun called thirty minutes ago and said you found the first generation fire guardian!“

“Er, yeah… about that…” you cleared your throat, leaning back against the brick wall. Night had fallen, the streets barely lit up by the pale street lamps scattered too far apart from each other. It was silent in the city, something you weren’t used to. “I did find him… kind of.”

“‘Kind of’? What in the hell does that mean?“

“Calm down, Rorian!” cried a voice that I did not recognize.

“Give me the phone, will you?” Rorian’s cries faded into the background as Sylvian took over, his voice soft and warm. “Hello, Y/N sweetheart. Don’t mind Rory. He’s a bit moody tonight.“

“I told you not to call me that!” was Rorian’s muffled reply.

“I hear you found the first-generation guardian of fire. Is this correct?” Sylvian inquired. It sounded like he had left the room, because the background of the call suddenly became silent.

“Yeah, I’m sorry Syl. I should have called Zakun, but I didn’t want to risk him not getting there in time. I had ’em, too.” You sighed, closing your eyes and leaning your head back against the wall. If you weren’t mentally kicking yourself before, you certainly were now.

“Don’t worry about it, you simply followed your instincts and did what you believed was best.” He paused. “Did you get any information on him? What did he look like?“

“I talked to a girl that worked there. She said his name is Holland, twenty-three years old, and he owns a bookstore on the other side of town. I got the address. He also visits the same cafe every morning around nine.”

“Then we still have a chance. Good work, sweetheart.” His warm smile could be heard within his tone. “Do you remember how to get back to the hideout?“

“I think I can manage.” You responded, but the truth was that you probably couldn’t and would end up just wandering around aimlessly for a while. That was fine, though, because you figured the others would be pretty angry for letting Holland get away, even Sylvian, despite how calm he sounded on the phone.

“Alright. I’ll call Zakun and tell him to return, as well.“

The line went dead and you heaved a tired sigh, flipping the phone shut before sliding it back into your pocket. Back in your own era, you had often made mistakes because you were, in Reborn’s words, brash and reckless, acting before thinking – a lot like Gokudera, but much worse. You often screwed things up and got yourself hurt because of it, but Tsuna was never mad at you.

No matter how badly you screwed up, Tsuna always forgave you, even for your most stupid of moments. The others… not so much. Gokudera would always get pissed off at you for causing trouble for the Juudaime, despite the fact that he causes just as much trouble. Yamamoto usually just shrugged it off, and Reborn and Bianchi would often give you the silent treatment for a week.

You know how when parents get angry at their kids and the kids feel like shit because of it? Well, when someone you care about is disappointed in you, it makes you feel even lower than that, like the scum of the earth.

Now, you may not have known these guys long enough to be considered close with them, but they did feel kind of like family and you were also already feeling pretty low because you had betrayed one of the two people you swore you would never betray – Giotto.

‘And after he stuck up for me. And Asari and Knuckle… I wonder what’s going through their minds. Wait… I take that back. I don’t wanna know…’

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Three hours later, you found yourself standing in the kitchen of the old abandoned house, staring at the knife. You had never actually tried this, but it should still work. Igniting the flame on your ring, you gripped the handle, letting it engulf the knife. Seconds later, a click was heard and the hole appeared on the fridge. You inserted the ring and the circle of flames appeared, the door swinging open.

You walked down the same dimly lit hallway, taking small, slow steps because you still weren’t looking forward to facing the others, but it had to be done. Better sooner than later, right?

You finally came to a stop in front of the door bearing the Gardiano Family’s crest. Taking a deep breath, you pushed the door open and slipped into the brightly lit room, a fairly large change from the almost pitch black hallways that led up to it. The hushed whispers of the group stopped as they all turned to look at you, a thick silence falling over the room.

You shifted from one foot to the other, refusing to meet anyone’s gaze as you attempted to swallow down your increasing nerves. ‘Man, this sucks. I feel like a kid about to be scolded.’

“So you have finally returned,” Rorian didn’t sound angry like he had earlier on the phone, but the annoyance was still quite present. Guess that’s better than seething rage, though.

“Did you get lost?” Salmon questioned, glancing up from his laptop.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, I did.” You rubbed the back of your leg with your foot, forcing a smile. Your hesitation to return was not a fact that they needed to know – or maybe that was just your damned pride getting in the way.

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Queer Tsuna good to write because Vongola would hate it

They won't be able to marry him off to a suitable Mafia Wife when he already have a legal husband, or demand him to have bio kids

And Trans Tsuna could not be used as broodmare because he is not afab

Just loud, brash Tsuna just...not begin the blank state Reborn wanted him to be, but a person with thoughs and demands of his own

Canon Tsuna was a person, a boy that wished from friendship, and didn't let a mass murder shut up him so easily, keep shouting he didn't wanted to be a Mafia Boss even when his entire family ignored him, called him useless and stupid, demanded him to bow and break, guilty him to sacrifice for the family, used a attention starved child as their own personal ticket to a best life

He wanted to be a robot when he grew up, but nobody in Vongola probally even know his favorite color, part of me wonder if they probally think its orange

I wonder if its purple

I agree Queer Tsuna is badass in their own way . Especially when Trans . While I haven't seen any fics with TransFem Tsuna I tink she would be an absolute badass . And Trans Man Tsuna is also really cool(is it bad that I kinda want him to be deep enough into his transition so he can no longer have children so Vongola would be unable to make him into a bloodmare ?)

And I agree let Tsuna have a voice so strong it cannot be silenced by anyone ever again . Let him have the power to forge his own destiny even if he has to bloody his hand to do it because he isn't Vongola's property he is a breathing tinking human being and will not be reduced to anything less just because they are egotistical bigoted narcissistic man children that never learned what No means . That their problem not his

Also for the favorite color . Vongola definitely thinks it orange . My hipitesys is that it was originally blue but it changed with time to instead be purple like Chrome and Mukuro's flames .

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Calypso - with her bright Sky Flames - show up at some point and Iemitsu honestly to god tried to kidnap her

Luciana intervened and told him Calypso as one of hers and openly threatened to kill all his men if he ever came closer to her again

Nono was basically salivating at the thought of having such powerful sky for Vongola and ordered her to be brought to a ball to parade her around and boast Vongola's reputation

Luciana put her foot down, they weren’t Vongola, they don't belong to the greedy Famiglia Nono keep trying to make her friends sacrifice and die for

Yet the old man refused to be told no, such a powerful Sky should be with Vongola, where she would be cared and be loyal to

'She would make a good adiction of the family'

'No, she has a life and bright future.'

'And she cannot have this bright future here?'

'In this pathetic worthless fucking hellhole you call a Famiglia? No'

'Vongola could use her abilities for the best, she is part of your family, therefore she is part of Vongola'

'No, she isn't. I refuse to let this hellhole of a Famiglia drag another innocent person in their mess.'

'She is a Sky, it would be for the best she stays with Vongola, we can help her thrieve'

'Thrieve? You call becoming a fucking criminal thrieving? She is far better of having a good civilian life away from the worthless HELLHOLE THAT VONGOLA IS!'

'She is part of your Family, therefore lart of Vongola.'

'I am not Vongola, blood means nothing, I have no loyalty of love for this Famiglia, it can burn in hell for all I care'

'No, you will not recruit any of my friends to Vongola, touch them and I will kill anyone you send after them. It would be a waste of their talents begin stuck in such a pathetic place like this.'

Many of this happens again, with her divine and half-divine relatives showing up with their powerful flames, Nono all but demading they become part of the Vongola and Lucina refusing to let this old man ruin their lives and drag them into the Mafia

Tsuna spoiled those people rotten, with his lack of spine, Nono and Iemitsu were still in power no matter how much Tsuna was against their actions. Even if Tsuna told them no, they wont listen, brushing him off as a child and a pawn

Iemitsu and Nono were determined to get all those powerful potential people under Vongola, citing its for 'their own good' that they join the Famiglia and that Luciana is Vongola and should want the best for it

After sending people to follow and abduce her other demigod friends so they could be brought to Vongola and become part of the Famiglia

The sicilian was enraged with those people in less than a week, openly telling them everyone involved would be killed for treason, since she gave a direct order and they disobeyed

Nono was clearly stunned by the fact his new civilian heir wasn't spineless pushover like Tsuna, she confronted him, demanded to know what he was doing every day.

They didn't expected a mere civilian girl to be so problematic, why could she just do what she was told to like Tsuna? She was just a civilian with a normal life

[the-brohood-of-hotties]

Miraggio, Chapter 1: Smoking Skills

The deal  Celeste had was pretty simple, it became quite normal to get spying jobs after Mukuro saved her life, she would get excited with the adrenaline and getting every bit of information she could, like looking up at the classes lists from the beginning of the year that was laying around at the entrance. Gokudera Hayato. One of the candidates in Fuuta’s ranking, though, the name seemed familiar from back when she lived in the mansion…

So, ignoring all of the memories and thoughts that started to erupt in her mind, she went to the nearest place from his class, a patio.

Usually, dealing with information was easier than killing, though she did it just once, it was more of an obligation with her new boss to prove her value, or else. But not this time, her fist clenched in anger, searching for the target just before the last class of the day at Nanimori School.

With the Discipline Committee too busy getting beaten and dividing themselves in patrols around the small city, it wasn't really a problem stealing from the school's lost and found and getting herself a brand new uniform to blend with the crowd. It would be easy to stalk any of the big-fish targets from Fuuta’s rankings to know them better, even with just their names and a brief description.  

Speaking of the devil, the grey-haired kid just showed up around the corner in the patio, late for his class and frowning as if he was in a bad mood. Bet he was, there was a mystery going on he could not put his finger into it. Knowing him just from the brief information passed, the only clue she had was his position in the Ranking, name,  and that he's always smoking.

She would make such a good actress, sticking up a cig from her pocket and pretending to search for a lighter around, in her bag, skirt, blouse, cardigan. Damn, nothing! Then, she smiled at the stranger and asked if he had a lighter.

He muttered something, rolling his eyes and still frowning, but decided to help her out. She gave her thanks, taking a puff from the cigarette:  

"You're Gokudera Hayato, aren't you?"  

He looked at the figure a bit confused, dressed in a Nanimori uniform, it was hard to tell if there was something off, since he'd never seen a girl smoking besides some delinquents, she did had a sidecut hairstyle and attitude, though. Before he could answer, her voice, dry from the smoke, interrupted:  

"I have business with you. I need you to listen carefully to me, I don't have much time."  

"What?"  

Breathing heavily from the anxiety and adrenaline combined, murmuring so no one would listen to them:

"You're a target too. I will try to help th-..."  

"What? I don’t even know you, crazy woman!"-  He yelled, ruining her low-profile stats, no patience for that stranger.  

"Helping y-...Look, doesn’t matter: Someone will be stalking you after school, he-..."  

"Hahah. Bet they will, fuck off."  

Hayato had just enough of all that nonsense, what would that woman know about anything related to the Vongolas? He started to walk faster to avoid such a strange appearance.

-"The tenth boss of the Vongola Famiglia is in danger, Gokudera. It's your own risk."  

He turned around, his lips clicking in annoyance “Tch” .  But this caught him off guard, that weird person was dead serious in her eyes, Gokudera prefered to not give his surprise away and continued to walk to class, though he was trying to solve the riddle. How in the hell she knew that? Puffing her cigarette again, the smoke around them dancing in the air, was she another enemy or she just had the right information? The dynamite kid needed some time to think whether that girl was actually from the mafia and if the information was true.

-”We’ll meet again, don’t worry. Name’s Celeste Rosiello.”  

Celeste was kind of bluffing. But, his name was too familiar, if he was from a famiglia, he would know, if he wasn’t then she’s just some weirdo. Maybe they were just kids when they met each other in a mafia party with their parents or saw each other at a funeral. Such a small world.

Because of all his yelling and weird looks from the students, it was better to just leave the school at once before Celeste caught more attention from them, or worse, the school’s director. It would be too much to explain , She thought, hiding in a bush just before running towards her exit. Once her feet touched the ground after hopping over the school’s walls, a voice laughed at Celeste, startling her.

-”Aren’t you late for class?” - Ken gave her a large grin. -”What were you even doing there? Smoking with students?”

-”Oh, I’m trying to quit. It’s a complicated habit.”- She tossed the cigarette in a dumpster nearby. -”Trust me, Ken. Got a few yen from his pocket while the dumbass was distracted. He’ll need to go home eat or something, with luck we can discover his house location as well. Then I’ll attract him to our place onc-.”

-”It’s not your place.”- Ken hushed. Even if Celeste had debt with Kokuyo and Mukuro, they weren’t simply accepting some mafia heir trash. She sighed. -”Whatever you do, if this goes wrong I’ll kill you.”

-”That’s very kind of you. I’m going back there, mine or not.”- Putting her hands in the cardigans pocket, she marched to the nearest bus stop to Kokuyo Land. They would have visitors soon.

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-“You wanted to see me?”

Celeste just walked in from behind the curtains, a strange smell of cherry blossom in the air and dry blood soaking in the wooden floor. The abandoned cinema was large, she wondered what could have happened to that guy the gang was chasing, Hibari Kyoya.

-“Dear Celeste…”- Mukuro laughed, sitting comfortably on the red old sofa, like he owned the place. And he did.

-“Why were you in Namimori High School?”

-“I wanted to gain information about Hayato Gokudera and other higher ranking positions.”

He did not looked at her, still admiring the red painting in the floor with his arms crossed, letting a humm come out of his lips.

-“What happened to that guy, Hibari, anyway?”

-“Oh. I nearly killed him, he’s hiding somewhere now I think, or maybe Chikusa took the trash out.”

The illusionist smiled, just now turning to look at her cynically. Her situation with Mukuro would only get messier and messier, as she was still from the mafia, he took extra care to make sure she wouldn’t stay on their way: - “But tell me, Celeste, you do think I’m stupid don’t you?”

-“Hum, no sir? I was just wondering, honestly, when you’ll let me see my mother. It’s been a few months since we discussed this...”

He’d laugh louder now. -”You don’t get it, Celeste? You see, all mafia must die. Thought you were getting used to our idea, what a disappointment…”

Her whole body shook in horror. This wasn’t right, his promises were all lies. Nothing really new, but still terrifying. How am I going to escape now that he’s mad at me? Mukuro stood up right beside her, his figure much taller and dominating the space.

Instincts kicking in, Celeste quickly moved her feet backwards and got ready to fight the illusionist. Shit, my weapon is in the-

Too late for overthinking as his fist met her stomach. She needed to act faster, if he was able to choose not to kill Hibari Kyouya, then she was just another toy waiting to be broken. Being able to hold his hand, Celeste’s hands started to turn into a  pale blue ice, with small cold flames coming out of it. A trick she have developed with Mukuro himself, Manifestations , they named it.

It was just enough to make him flinch in pain and anger, just enough to reach her pocket knife rapidly, the flames and ice in her hand becoming bigger and powerful. With a movement of her fingers, the ice accommodated itself on her fingers like sharp razors.

Celeste jumped into his face, aiming towards his red gleaming eye. While he was distracted by the sharp ice, her pocket knife went straight into his ribs, Mukuro let out a guttural cry of pain as his clothing started to turn red, yet he still remained tall on his feet and held her wrist, ignoring the pain the cold flames caused on his hand.

Her body went to the ground with a loud stomp, aching as she slowly realized her wrist was broken and not having any time to plan her next steps as the illusionist punched her face, Celeste could hear the impact of the strong hit and the pain burning her skin, but tried to stay awake for more time, perhaps just enough to tricking him and running away? She started to feel sleepy, all of the thoughts and plans of survival  that were so alive in her mind started to become dull and quiet as her eyes closed. Then her whole world became pitch black, and somehow, that was way worse.

As she slowly regained her consciousness, she found herself in a much warmer place and the grass around her was green and breezy, a valley full of flowers, as if the day she met Mukuro never really went away. It made her blood boil.

[blackicephantom]

The dragon and the coward CH 4

The next chapter for you all!

And on a sidenote: you people are the best. Seriously, I appreciate every comment and like you give this sweet little thing.

So thank you very much! *bow*

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This was a fucking disaster, nothing more and nothing less. Reborn should have known it the moment this boy stumbled into his home. Now here he is, confronted with the incompetence of humankind. 

“I’ll ask again: What have you done Timoteo?” The words were biting and bitter, carrying the feelings of many years of pain. Because these people took away one of theirs, one as innocent as any human could ever be. Luce did nothing wrong, she just protected her child and even a little human! Suddenly there was a memory in his mind. 

A small child, brown gravity defying hair, big brown eyes and no older than four or five years  old. He looked so lost and so very alone. It was uncommon for a human to be this close to their home, especially one still so young. He looked at his friend and knew instantly what she wanted to do. “Don’t even think about it Luce. This will be nothing but trouble.”

Her kind eyes looked at him and than at the child, clearly conflicted. Right behind her slept her own child, Aria. “I have to agree with Reborn.” said a chinese looking man with long, braided black hair and a red robe,two horns sitting atop his head. But she looked again, her maternal instincts going into overdrive. “But he’s so small! And I’m certain he will be important.” Both males did a double take at that. “Did you have a vision Luce?” Instead of answering she just stood up and went to the small boy, who started to cry. Careful in her movements she slid around the trees, never taking her eyes of off the human. Just before she stood before him, she let out a deep rumbling sound. Something to sooth the poor and stressed soul. The boy startled so bad that he fell on his little butt and looked around in a panic.

His tears looked like small crystals and Luce took pity on the child. “Do not fear us child.”

Slowly she stepped out of the treeline, just as human as the one before her. Her white dress and big white hat looked very strange to the human. But something told him that this kind lady would cause him no harm. Not even the beautiful white and silver scales in her cheeks seemed to bother him. Still sniffing he tried to stand, only to fall down again. “W-Who are you Miss?” With a smile she knelt at his side and held out her hand for him to take. “My name is Luce. And who might you be?” With a trembling hand of his own he reached for hers. “I’m Sawada Tsunayoshi.”

Blinking back into reality the dragon tried to makes sense of what he just remembered. Apparently he already met the boy, back when Luce was still alive. That explains why he looked so damn familiar! Now he REALLY needed to know what the hell happened, because it was already bad back then. And now it was so much worse. He could still feel the trembling of the boy and wanted to comfort him, which was kind of impossible at the moment. Right than the village chief decided to answer him. “Things changed my friend. I did what I had to in order to keep everyone safe.” It was said low and quiet, as if the man didn’t want the dragon to hear him.

Reborn stood still for a moment, before he slowly turned his head and spoke to the boy he carried. “I’m going to sit down. You should be able to slide down than.” The brunette wasn’t sure what to make out of this. First Reborn kept him steady on his back and in the next moment he was told to slide down? It didn’t make sense, not at all. Sniffing he just nodded and prepared for the following movements. They were smooth and quite graceful, just like back in the cave and the dragon took great care not to jostle him too much. Shortly after Reborn laid down Tsuna turned so he could do as he was told, but right than his bad luck struck again. Instead of sliding down in one smooth movement, he got stuck between a few scales and started to sway, only to stumble down in a mess of limbs. The dragon was kind of unprepared for this and could only cushion his fall with one of his wings. God, this boy was really clumsy. But this wasn’t even their biggest ´problem`. Once the boys feet hit the ground there was silence and THEN the shouting began. “He brought a dragon to the village!” “Bad luck is all he ever brought us!” “Traitor!” “You good for nothing child! What have you done?!”

Tsuna just listened, used to this kind of words. But what put him off were the wide and quite frightened eyes of his parents and village chief. Or just his parents. Timoteo looked surprised more than anything else. But why?

There was something that the young boy didn’t know because he just couldn’t remember. When he was young there was an incident where he was lost in the woods. That’s all he was ever told. No one bothered to tell him how he was found or even how he came back to the village. And that was because he was saved by dragons. They took him in, kept him save and then showed him the way back. What he COULD remember was right before he ran away. Away from home and the people who were supposed to keep him safe. 

It was just another day for Tsuna. At least that’s what he thought.

His parents had been talking since morning and still couldn't seem to agree. This was the first time that mommy and daddy ever fought. He watched, worried for seemingly no reason. That his head hurt and his tummy ached wasn’t important. 

Hours went by.

It was in the afternoon when is daddy came home with their chief in toe and the bad feeling from before returned tenfold. He felt as if his head was splitting and his little stomach turned. Tsuna didn’t know what was happening and it scared him. Mommy looked so sad and when he looked over her eyes glazed over and she ran out of the room. Even daddy had a strange look on his face: the young boy had never seen such a serious look on the man. Next was the old man that he was permitted to call `grandpa´. These old  eyes shone with sadness and some kind of finality. He… didn’t understand. The voice inside his head started to shout at him, told him to get away, NOW! But he couldn’t move, just backed away slowly when Timoteo and his father came closer. “Daddy?” Iemitsu reached over, grabbing him before he could get away and hugged him. “I’m sorry my little Tuna-fish.” His voice sounded thick with unshed tears…

In the next moment a single finger touched his forehead and everything went cold and black.

When he woke up again he felt uncomfortable, simply wrong. It was like something was missing inside of him. Silent tears started to gather in his big brown eyes and he cried. In his mind he could always see a gentle orange flame, always burning, now it was …..gone.

Shortly after that he took off, ignoring the shouts of his parents. No one would care anyways.

They took his fire, his ability, the only thing that had made him special. The only thing that made him a Sawada in the eyes of the others, a worthy heir of Vongola.

After he was safely retrieved he had a total blackout. The doctors said it was from shock, others said it was from trauma. The only things he can still recall from that time are a slim figure clad in white clothing and a kind voice.

He was brought back to reality when the shouting stopped and his father stepped forward again. His eyes were ablaze with rage and anger. “Hand over my son.” The black dragon was unimpressed by this rather pathetic show of fake bravado and nonexistent dominance. They condemned one of their children, left him for DAYS in a forest that was inhabited by seven dangerous dragons and treated him like nothing more than trash. It took two days before they even started to search for him. And now it was the very same display, if not even worse. He has nothing to be afraid of. Not even the wrath of a parent can frighten him, not since Luce or Aria. 

Out of the corner of his eyes he saw the black haired boy from before snickering. He looked rather proud of himself and the dragon just had to ask himself why. He already concluded that this was one of Tsuna's main bullies, if not THAT main bully. He also knew that he was the one who dragged the brunette into the forest and left him there.

Taking a deep breath he turned to the old man, ignoring the raging blonde right before him. “I brought Tsuna back to see if something has changed. And I’m not even surprised that it didn’t.” At that the humans all looked up at him, including Tsuna, who got a bad feeling. Reborn looked down at him and then at Timoteo again. “You should keep an eye on your young ones, Nono. Not everybody will be as lucky as this one.” It was said as an advice and a threat in one. Then he stood up and turned to leave. Before he took off he leaned down so he was face to face with the boy and whispered. “If you need an escape, you know where to find me. Should you ever get into trouble, call for for me.”

Then there was a tail gently sliding along his body and Tsuna petted it almost on autopilot, then he was gone. The only thing that remained was the echo of his beating wings and a beautiful, shimmering black scale in his hand.

Now he was alone again. Alone in the village that hated him and parents that crippled him at a young age.

_TBC_ 

[lovehotelreservation]

Oh, Sweet Love - Oh, Bitter Love [13/15]

Summary: There was something about that Bruno Buccellati, a gentle, charming demeanor that was as welcoming as it was mystifying. He made for a delightful guest to your hotel, never failing to bring you joy with his arrival and ache upon his departure.

This time however, things would change between you both. Or so you would try.

How hard could it be to seduce someone any way?

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Reader/Buccellati

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LFKAFAKLH HECK IT’S BEEN QUITE THE WHILE!!!

; v ; Thank you to all for your patience on this update! Realizing it’s been some time since the last update (AND CONSIDERING THE CONTEXT OF TODAY’S JOJO FRIDAY FKLAFHKLA), I thought now would be a good time for a new chapter!!!

While I don’t foresee another update anytime soon currently, the end to this fic is certain!!!

With all that aside, I hope this chapter makes up for the wait and that you enjoy~!

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In one moment, standing right before your eyes was Bruno.

In the next, there was absolute darkness.

Instead of being pressed against the welcoming body heat of Bruno, you found yourself yanked back into and immersed into a icy, pitch black void, any trace of light lost to the shadows.

Though terror gripped your heart as you frantically moved your body around in desperate search for a way out, you began to feel your consciousness slip away like that of being lulled to slumber. Your attempts to escape came to a halt, the last thought on your mind hopeful that someone--that anyone, that Bruno--would come to your aid.

And though you could not bear witness, he was doing exactly that.

It was rare for Bruno to lose his absolute composure even during the most distressing of times. Being able to keep himself in check to get through whatever madness he was thrown in the midst of was one of his greatest skills, after all.

However, his heart was at a panic, his nerves frayed, his blood boiling as he sprinted down the pitch black hallway of the third floor. As soon as he saw the shadowy skeleton that was the Stand, Black Parade, emerge from the elevator wall to lay its hands upon you, the very fear he dreaded most had come true.

Not only had Conchiglia made its presence at your hotel, but its don, Tonno, was here as well.

And now he literally had you in his grasp.

Before his very eyes, he watched your terrified expression disappear before your entire body was transformed into an onyx pearl, of which was immediately seized by Black Parade before it proceeded to burst through the elevator doors and leap down and make its escape to the floor just below.

Not a second passed before Bruno was calling out Sticky Fingers with a roar to give chase.

By the intel that Passione gathered of Conchiglia, Black Parade was said to be a Stand similar to that of Black Sabbath. Aside from name and its ability to travel by shadow as a remote Stand, what set Black Parade apart was its power to turn objects and humans into pearls, so long as whatever environment it was in had absolute and total darkness. Once it had a jewel in its possession, the Stand was given physical form, but would still be able to travel a great distance despite being made bipedal.

There was much racing through Bruno's mind, even as he brought out his lighter to provide even the slightest bit of light to the hallway--whatever it took to decrease Black Parade's speed and strength. Was Tonno here by himself? Were there others as well? Considering that the third floor hallway looked to be void of light as well, was the power generator tampered with? For all his efforts to be careful about protecting you from any gang-related attention, did he slip up in keeping watch?

There were many things to be considered, but what needed to be answered immediately was how quickly and safely Bruno could rescue you before unleashing nothing short of hell onto Tonno the moment he was found.

By the flame of his lighter, he was able to keep an eye on Black Parade's skeletal figure. At this rate, it was looking to be that the Stand was about to round about the next corner. If he recalled correctly from how many times he had been patron to this hotel, of what you mentioned to him in a flustered tizzy just a few days ago, then that was going to be his means of seizing victory.

Bruno's eyes narrowed.

No time to waste.

Sticky Fingers' arm merged with his, offering greater distance to his throw as his lighter went flying through the air. As anticipated, the flame fell into a vase of dried roses that was placed right at the corner of the hallway, the flowers quickly igniting.

While Black Parade skittered to a stop at the sudden presence of a fire, Bruno quickly descended into the hole that he formed onto the carpeted floor, immediately popping out before the opposing Stand and rocketing his fist right up into its face, followed by a vicious barrage of punches by Sticky Fingers.

No mercy.

No relenting.

Whatever it took to protect the person he loved.

By the smoke sputtering upwards from the smoldering flowers, there may have been the issue of triggering the fire alarm. However, thanks to a newfound source of ash and bone dust, Bruno was able to extinguish the fire before matters became worse.

Perhaps he would pass by the church to offer his regards, but for now, there was nothing but utter and pure relief in his heart while he cradled you in his arms.

Though you were still unconscious, your heart beat was steady and your breathing was calm.

While he wanted to go seek out and handle Tonno immediately, he was ever reluctant to leave you behind, even if he were to take you back to your room. On the other hand, trying to bring you with him would only put you in more immediate danger.

Bruno's hold around you tightened as means to protect, suddenly made aware of another presence by the light that shone behind him. His head flew back, his tone sharp, "Who's there--?!"

"At ease, Bruno Buccellati. We mean no harm."

There was reason to let his guard down in a sense, but by the bizarre circumstances of what he was seeing, there was room for absolute confusion.

Standing before him were two of the Japanese highschool students that had come to work at the hotel for the summer. However, the silver-haired one that was Bianchi's younger brother was holding sticks of dynamite while the hapless and clumsy brunette looked to be utterly serious and poised, seemingly unbothered by the flame that burned at his forehead--it was like that of a User with its Stand.

How had he allowed for this vital piece of information to slip by him for the past 2 weeks?

"Well isn't this a surprise," Bruno remarked, a wry smile forming on his features. "Giorno has been meaning to speak with you. Though, I wonder if this was coincidence, or if there were matters with Conchiglia that Vongola wanted to address."

"There's much to explain, but I'm sure you of all people know what is most important at this time," the brunette spoke up, his orange eyes made ever so prominent by the flame upon his head. "Our boss comes first, and you can leave the rest of Conchiglia to us."

Twirling a dynamite stick in his hand, the silver-haired one snorted, "We already have that baseball idiot dealing with the morons by the power generator. Besides, Bianchi's gonna throw a fit if anything happened to her friend, so we'll be taking the boss to her." His green eyes narrowed towards Bruno. "You heard the Tenth--get a move on."

Much to his chagrin, Bruno let out a chuckle. "Quite dependable--all of you. You kids have much to be proud of."

"Who are you calling--?!"

As reluctant as he was to let you go, Bruno rose up with you in his arms, carrying you over towards the two. The kindness in his eyes soon turned stern just before he handed you over to the brunette. "Do know that if anything were to happen to her, any alliance with Passione will be a tumultuous one."

While BIanchi's brother was already making a fuss, the don-to-be that he served only nodded, his expression understanding. "You can count on us."

And with that affirmation, Bruno turned around, the gaze of his cool blue eyes like that of steel as he proceeded onwards.

Because your peace was disturbed, it was only fitting that those who wished to harm you would end up in pieces.

[random-fandom-scenarios]

Could you please write a xanxus scenario based on the song "religion" by lana del rey? It always makes me think of him, thanks!

I can try, the song didn’t scream Xanxus to me so here’s something.

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All our minds made up now 

All our beds are made

Xanxus looked up at the large Vongola mansion in front of him.  If he squinted against the sun, he could make out the 9th staring down at him from his study on the third floor.  

“Ready when you are,” Squalo said, checking over the rest of the Varia.  

“Burn it down,” Xanxus said, grabbing the gun at his thigh and charging up a large blast.

Leave it all behind, let the ocean wash it away

It never was about the money or the drugs

Rolling the body over, Xanxus squatted down and pulled out the large key from the breast pocket of the man’s suit.  “Figured he’d give it to a random Guardian,” Xanxus muttered.  

Heading back to the 9th’s study, he kicked down the bookshelf against the left wall, revealing the large vault door behind it.  Inserting the key, he turned the large wheel, the locking mechanisms clicked undone and the door slowly slid open.

“One last fight,” Squalo commented, his sword dripping in blood. 

“Before shit really hits the fan,” Xanxus added.  

No more cloudy days, even when 

The storms come, in the eye we'll stay

“They can’t kill us if they serve us,” Bel grinned, several blades hanging from his fingers as he followed his leader down the metal corridor.

“Don’t let that idea fool you into complacency,” Squalo warned.  “They could just as easily continue attacking or start resistances.”

“Shut the hell up, all of you,” Xanxus growled.  He needed quiet to concentrate on his plan, on the ramifications of his plan.  

[mafiabosstsuna]

Hello!!! May I ask a scenario where tsuna, xanxus and byakuran find their drunk S/O gushing to a complete stranger at a bar how fantastic/ wonderful/cute their boyfriend is? Thank you!

Tsuna:

Somehow, despite himself, Tsuna had lost you in the crowd. He isn’t enterally certain how it occurred, he had only looked away for just a split second to pass you a cup of water, and when he looked back, he was staring at an empty space. 

Tsuna will have a brief moment of panic, different scenarios passing through his head so quickly, scrambling over each other so rapidly, that he honestly isn't certain what his thoughts were aside from ‘gone’, 'intoxicated’, and  'danger’ before he shakes himself down and searches for you. 

He’d be damned if he let anyone try and take advantage of your intoxicated state. 

Cue protective Tsuna ready to burn everything in his path straight to the ground; he will not be stopped, he will not be reasoned with, he will find you and take you straight back home and once you were the slightest bit sober enough to comprehend the situation he will be putting down rules. 

No more going out for a drink, no more indulging you in your club nights no matter how much you begged. 

When he spots you near the bar, a stranger a little too close than what was appropriate, Tsuna immediately hauls his ass over, prepared to leave the building with you after leaving a half-dead body behind. At least until he was close enough to notice the man wasn’t staring inappropriately at you, nor even trying to indulge in touch, simply listening and watching as your hands flailed excitedly as you spoke. 

Then he realized why, as he finally caught the half-sober-and-half-slurred words leaving your lips. 

“And he doesn’t think he’s adorable, but you should see when he gets this little sparkle in his eyes. Oh! No! When he smiles! There are these cute little dimples and his nose crinkles up! And – oh, hey Tsuna! There he is. That’s my man, isn’t he amazing?” 

The man gave Tsuna, a glossy eyed, drunk once over, before nodding solemnly. 

“Yes, he is.” 

Tsuna was torn between knocking the man out first or grabbing you before you wandered off again.

Xanxus:

He’s honestly not certain how you escaped the cuffs he had locked your wrists to his with, but he should have known better than to think he can keep you tied to him when intoxicated. For some odd reason, you always defied the laws of physics when you were drunk. 

And no amount of reasoning would stop you from your nonsense. 

The last time anyone had tried, well… there was a reason no one spoke of the Christmas three years ago. 

This is why he was torn between searching for you, because dammit he did not need another Christmas incident, or leaving you to your nonsense because anyone that tried to come at you would immediately lose their senses of reality. 

But he really didn’t want that fluffy brat to scold him for not having watched you closer, so he finally reasoned that finding you would be in everyone’s best interest. And this is how he had found you, babbling to a stranger who looked decidedly uncomfortable and – and was tied to a chair. 

Why was the guy tied to a chair? 

Why did he look so fright – no, wait. Frightened is a default expression when you were like this. 

Then he was standing right near the table, listening as you happily explained every little thing you liked about Xanxus. The man just looked long-suffering and as if he simply wanted to crawl into a hole and die. 

Byakuran:

He made you drunk on purpose.

He always finds it amusing when you were intoxicated, especially because you always found some ridiculous place to house shelter before waking back up in the morning confused as all hell.

The last time had been at the top of a buildings statue, huddled in the arms of an angel surrounded by various birds just hanging around, unbothered and seemingly having decided that the odd human wasn’t human but some featherless bird.

But more than that he enjoyed when you started talking, loose-tongued and teary-eyed because you always said the strangest things. The oddest, most ridiculous things; the only regrets Byakuran had was not having a camera on hand or having set you loose on the Decimo of Vongola.

At the moment that didn’t matter, what did matter was when you stopped a man and shoved him into a seat, speaking rapidly to the confused and bewildered man who was being bombarded by your words. You were taking out your phone and showing something to him…

When Byakuran approached he realized that you were trying to convert the man to a new religion, all while showing off a picture of Byakuran and explaining all the reasons why he would make a wonderful religion.

He wasn’t enterally certain how explaining that his eyes were of various shades of mauve and as pretty as a purple crocus flower could really be a perfectly valid reason to make him a religion.

This didn’t stop Byakuran from laughing hard enough to get a stitch on his side.