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anonymous asked:

most likely to take over the world & best bromance = KHR? biggest flirt & cutest couple = Natsume Yuujinchou?

Yearbook Ask Meme

KHR:

11) Best Bromance: Kusakabe Tetsuya and Hibari Kyoya!

Originally posted by thepepx

Sorry, I couldn’t find any gifs from the actual anime >3> Anyways, yeah, definitely my favourite bromance XDDD I love that Kusakabe is, like, the only one that Hibari openly approves of. And I love that Kusakabe accepts and respects Hibari 100% despite how messed up he is.

17) Most likely to take over the world: Byakuran Gesso

Originally posted by juminss

Lol, I don’t know who exactly you were expecting, love XD He literally did take over the world. In multiple parallel universes even!

Natsume Yuujinchou:

2) Cutest couple: I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Shigeru and Touko will always be my number 1 otp in this series!!!

Originally posted by seihanndas

I love them so much, they’re so sweet and I would DIE FOR THEM. I’d watch a six season anime just about how they got together, and the things they got up to in their high school days.

10) Biggest flirt: Natori Fucking Shuuichi

Originally posted by kishou

Originally posted by lazyfebruary

This man literally never stops sparkling. His very existence is flirtation. Even if it it’s a part of his facade as a popular actor. Nishimura Satoru comes at a close second though.

anonymous asked:

idea: it was byakuran who told xanxus the truth abt his parentage

(I like the way you think)


The boy had white hair, Xanxus noted, stopping short of him. “How did you get in the Vongola mansion, trash?”

The boy blinked at him, shovelling marshmallows in his mouth. “I let myself in.”

Xanxus gave a low growl. “How the fuck-” A pause, then he sighed. “How old are you?”

“I don’t know,” the boy replied cheerfully. “I get confused quite easily - how old do you think I am?”

“Eight?” Xanxus guessed.

“Indeed.” The boy squinted up at him, purple eyes bland with disinterest. “My name is Byakuran. How do you do.”

“Byakuran,” Xanxus repeated. He considered calling whatever shitty security Vongola had - they were clearly useless, if this brat could get in. So he would deal with this himself. “Well then, I’ll be sure to remember that when your grave is dug-”

The boy held up a hand, fingers coated with powder - from the marshmallows, Xanxus assumed. “Don’t you want to know a secret?”

Xanxus paused. “What is it?”

The boy pressed a finger against his lips, winking slyly. “If I tell you, you’re not allowed to tell anyone I was here.”

Another pause. Xanxus glared at him. “If the secret is worth it,” he said grudgingly. “Spit it out.”

The boy beamed at him. “Timoteo isn’t your real father.”

Xanxus snorted, reaching into his coat. “Fucking lies-”

The boy’s smile turned brittle. “You can check. Go to his office, and look in his diary. If I’m wrong, you may kill me.” He tilted his head at Xanxus in a mock bow.

Xanxus hesitated. “I’ll play along then, trash,” he decided. “Let’s go.”

anonymous asked:

A scenario where Tsuna, Xanxus, and Bya's s/o got them pawned, er owned? In an argument or something. S/o gave an answer that it literally slapped them in the face and could not think of any comeback. (this is embarassing.. XD) ah thanks!

~ All I have to say is… Xanxus deserved that. XD

admin Adelheid

Tsuna

“Oh grow up.”

Tsuna turned towards you, caught in the act of rearranging the seats for the dinner party you were in charge of hosting next week.

He winced at the accusing look on your face but tried to be serious. His sanity was at stake here, after all. “Dear, you were seating Lussuria across from me again!”

“So?” you asked as you looked up at him, your arms crossed over your chest.

“It’s a very narrow table.”

“It’s not narrow, it’s round and it’s supposed to be a party where everyone can act without rank and just have a good time!” you replied irritably. “You told me, it’s been a while since the lot of you managed to party like you were when you were kids and you agreed to this!”

“Reborn wanted it for a theme!” he exclaimed.

“…What’s your point?”

Tsuna’s frown twitched but he managed a stiff face. “Lussuria can be a bit… grabby when he gets drunk. I can’t really hurt him and risk going to war with Xanxus again over something so simple.”

You sighed, exhausted and merely walked passed him to put everything right back in place again. You fixed the seating like this for a reason and Tsuna was not going to get in the way. Lussuria was a friend and a your partner in giving Reborn his surprise. Your plan won’t work without the colorful Varia officer and Tsuna was just going to have to live with that.

So you put your foot down with vindictive finality. “Well, Tsuna, you can always avoid a fight with Xanxus if you just admitted you’re afraid of Lussuria’s imaginary cervix. I’m sure he’ll understand.”

Xanxus

Xanxus smirked as he watched the giggling woman who had been leaning over his table for the past fifteen minutes giving him an ample view of her rather generous breasts practically spilling out of her not-so-very conservative dress and staring back and forth from his crotch to his face.

“I’m sure Boss Xanxus is very… gifted.” She tittered.

Beside Xanxus you rolled your eyes and kept drinking your champagne contemplating things other than your significant others’ increasingly smug pride.

“You think so?” you heard Xanxus slur out; enjoying the flattery for everything its worth. “I bet you wanna give it a go, huh?”

The woman licked her lips predatorily and with an unmistakable meaning, pointedly ignoring your existence beside your husband. You almost sighed at how often this usually happens. “You should put a label on it. I bet it’s a choking hazard.”

“Oh yeah,” Xanxus replied with amused satisfaction. You felt your mood getting darker. You knew he needed some of this sort of thing to keep his ego stroked but this was seriously getting wrong and stupid. “You’re right about that.”

“Then maybe…” the woman winked slyly at the Varia Boss as she begun to sashay away in a most provocative manner. “I should check it out sometime.”

Xanxus watched the woman walk away before turning towards you. “Now that’s a woman who knows a good thing when she sees it.”

Your scowl turned darker when the smirk failed to drop the moment he finally turned towards you. You knew he was only teasing but he always knows just what kind of buttons to push when he wants you jealous enough to tear his hair out later when he got you to bed.

You couldn’t have stopped yourself from your snarky reply even if you had wanted to. “You should be careful what kind of label she gives any part of your body.”

“Eh?” he swayed as he leaned closer to you, confused. From the look on his face he was about to resort to crudeness and you knew you’d better put a stop to it before he embarrasses himself himself in the middle of the party. “Whaddya mean? She called mine a choking hazard! You’ve never called it a choking hazard even when you actually choke on it!”

“That’s because labels like that are usually reserved for small objects, my love.”

Byakuran

“Please excuse me.”

You looked up at the butler as you were carefully tending to the orchids. Byakuran followed suit, looking up from the newspaper before his finished breakfast. The two of you always took breakfast in the mansion’s greenhouse during sunny mornings like these.

“What is it?” Byakuran asked, his pale brows moving up towards his hairline.

“It’s an invitation to dinner from Don Vongola on Friday, sir.”

“Really?” Byakuran asked, putting his paper down and smiling his ever cunning smile. “Give it here then.”

“I’m afraid the invitation is addressed to the mistress, sir.”

“Oh?” you asked with an absent smile as you went back to inspecting another orchid while holding out a hand for the invitation. “Give it here then.”

Byakuran gaped as the butler handed you the invitation, struggling his disbelief. “Wait! So he’s only inviting you?!”

You laugh as you put down your gardening things and opened the invitation. “Oh, don’t be silly. See? He says I can take you with me.”

Byakuran pouted as he watched you read the invitation with a fond smile on your face and crossed his arms across his chest. “I don’t get it. Why does Tsunayoshi always send the invitations to you?! We’re the ones in an alliance! It’s not like you have any political clout in the Famiglia! Is he trying to insult me?!”

“No, of course he’s not.” You casually tried to calm him down.

“So why does he make me look like your tag along whenever he invites us for non Familgia parties?!”

Used to his grumblings you merely dropped a kiss on his head with a loving smile and a gentle caress to his chin before you walked away to get things ready. “Probably because I didn’t try to take over the world by killing him the last time I decided humanity was outdated, darling.”

elynight  asked:

Ok, but you brought in Byakuran and his squad. And now, I'm just kinda giggling over how he'd deal with fibro!Tsuna and Enma. Like, he can't even get a rise outta them, they're just So Done. Byakuran is OUT OF HIS DEPTH, Shouichi help me, Tsuna isn't doing the THING! Spanner would totally be all for fibro!Tsuna though. "Lollypop?" "Will it release me from all this pain and anguish?" "Eh.... maybe. But it'll be yummy and you won't have to really do anything with it." "I'm in."

i had a text post where tsuna asks byakuran to change the date of A Big Fight to something a little more weather-appropriate and i bet my jollies byakuran tries to to contact shouichi like ‘how do say no to this without being a downright jackass’.

tsuna: wow… he’s pretty AND considerate, what a catch.
tsuna: *eyebrow waggles* lucky you, irie-san
shouichi: *leaves and buries himself in his work so he doesn’t have to think about that.*

SPANNER THOUGH….

spanner: lollipop?
tsuna: is it poisoned
spanner: …um.
tsuna: specifically, is it poison that will kill me slowly or quickly? painfully? painlessly? will it make me go into unfeeling paralytic shock? is it going to burn my tongue off?
spanner: there is literally no way to prove it’s safe to eat without eating part of it myself and giving you the rest, which is highly inappropriate given our situation and everything about it. also the fact that it’s a very small lollipop.
tsuna: this is true
tsuna: *eats it anyway*
tsuna: if i die, i’m thanking you

spanner: okay this is a very important question
spanner: if i help you perfect your x-burner are you going to use it on yourself?
tsuna: what, and burn myself alive? hell no, that would be so painful. 
spanner: alright lets do it then
tsuna: …i mean, after the nerves are gone there’s supposedly no feeling, but, like- 
spanner: never mind
tsuna: what? why?

fantasticblazepoetry  asked:

Have I ever lied to you? AU, Byakuran and Tsuna. (Sorry, I have so many feelings, through intersecting skies.) If that doesn't work for you, that's totally fine. :)

Intersecting Skies (Part 7)

“Have I ever lied to you?”

Tsuna froze, startled when Byakuran asked the question out of the blue. He didn’t think of all the dimensions where he was one inheriting Vongola, not Yuni, and where Byakuran was his enemy, his death and destruction. He didn’t think of the dimensions where Byakuran lied directly to his face before planning to betray him.

He definitely didn’t think about the fact that Byakuran spent more dimensions as an enemy or a tentative ally than actual friend.

His slight hesitation was all the Byakuran needed.

“I see,” Byakuran trailed off.

“It’s not your fault,” Tsuna blurted out. Because he can’t think of Byakuran other than a brother, another part of his soul. He wouldn’t trade this world for any other one. (He still couldn’t believe this wasn’t a dream. He couldn’t believe that Byakuran and Yuni found him. Tsuna still had days where he expected to wake up back in Namimori alone.)

Tsuna wished he could convey this, find the conviction and words to seal it into Byakuran’s heart. But the same way how Tsuna desperately clung to the hope that this wasn’t a dream, Byakuran continued to hold everything away at arm’s length and Tsuna wasn’t sure if the doubt would ever fade.  

“But the potential is there,” Byakuran said. His smile was dim, and the old hurt that Tsuna could clearly read was layered under his words.

Tsuna took a leaf out of Yuni’s book and hugged Byakuran as tight as he could. Words still failed Tsuna and he spend all of his time doubting everyone’s (including his own) actions, but affection was something Yuni and Byakuran taught him.

“I trust you, Byakuran,” Tsuna whispered, fumbling over the words. Because he did trust Byakuran and if Byakuran ever lied to him, there was a good reason for it.

“You shouldn’t,” Byakuran said.

“But I will anyways,” Tsuna said. It was okay if Byakuran didn’t believe him. The whole point was so that they could lean on each other, after all.

Check the Intersecting Skies AU tag for more.

anonymous asked:

Spanner

How I feel about this character: Spanner is not typically the first character I think of,, but he’s a good dude and I do enjoy his spot engineering for the Vongola

All the people I ship romantically with this character: nada but if I did have to choose I’d just choose Shoichi

My non-romantic OTP for this character: don’t exactly have any

My unpopular opinion about this character: this could be debatable but I think it’d be better if Spanner remained a Vongola member after the future incident seeing as he lives in Japan and all (this goes for Shoichi too lol)

One thing I wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon: I don’t exactly have anything because I’m rather content with his character as is tbh?? idk

Secret Valentine for quietsilenceus, Part I: I'll Quote To That, a drabble Trio

There is nothing better than a friend, unless it’s a friend with chocolate. ~ Linda Grayson

You’d been feeling kind of lousy most of the week. Your stomach always felt just a touch queasy and your head hurt. You figured maybe you were just coming down with some silly bug going around and that, if you took good enough care of yourself, being careful about what you ate, staying hydrated and making sure you got plenty of sleep, the feeling would pass quickly without you ever getting actually sick. You were so sure that just taking care of yourself and getting some rest would solve everything that when Byakuran asked you if you wanted to go to this crazy event at the arcade the two of you often frequented, which promised to be a blast – debuting new games, including a laser tag arena, with catering by one of your favourite restaurants, all of it open all night long for the first time? How could you turn that down? – you, of course, happily and readily agreed.

You never did feel entirely better though. In fact, you felt a whole lot worse rather quickly. And not just physically. Your heart sank and you felt horrible as you texted Byakuran the morning of the arcade party, cancelling on him with only the briefest of explanations – ‘it’s that time again’.

You sighed, glaring down at the red, wet stain covering your pajama pants. That was going to be such a pain to clean up. And your stomach was already starting to cramp. You knew the cramps would only get worse too. They always did. Your only source of comfort as you cleaned yourself up and settled yourself onto your couch, hot water bottle firmly pressed against your stomach, was that Byakuran would understand. You knew he would. He’d been one of your closest friends for a long time and he’d seen you through some horrible periods. He knew you couldn’t go out easily when they happened. But still, you felt so upset and depressed about having to cancel, at the thought of him having so much fun without you, that you simply turned off your phone, not wanting to read any texts or updates from him or other friends whose days were going so much better than yours. You simply retreated, curling up under your blanket, hot water bottle against your skin, napping on and off in between reruns of cheesy old sitcoms, your phone a useless lump of metal and plastic, pushed down into the crevice between two cushions.

Which explained why you had no idea what was happening later that night, when you were pulled out of a light catnap by a loud thumping at your door. You checked the clock on the wall hurriedly…now who would be knocking on the door at this time of the night? Whoever it was, they certainly weren’t stopping. If anything the knocking was getting louder. As you made your way closer to the door, you had to grin, even through the horrible cramping that had you almost doubling over as you walked.

“(Y/N)~! LET ME IN, (Y/N)! I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE! LET ME IN, LET ME IN!”

You giggled as you flicked the lock, opening the door to find Byakuran on your doorstep, hands full of plastic bags. He swept by you, hurrying into your house so he could set the bags down. He didn’t even bother looking at you, his mouth running a mile a minute, his tone so cheerful. You couldn’t get a word in edgewise and you knew by now that it was pointless to even try anyway. You simply let him keep talking until he stopped, his jacket and boots now off, his mouth a wide grin as he stared at you, waiting for you to say it.

“Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be at the arcade?”

“Without my best friend? What kind of friend would that make me?”

“Your usual self?”

“I’m insulted! And after all I’ve done~!” Byakuran pouted, his tone distinctly teasing. “Maybe I should just take all this stuff and leave then~!”

“What stuff?” you asked, sinking back down onto the couch, Byakuran grabbing the bags and following you, his threat to leave simply him being dramatic, something the two of you knew quite well.

“Horrible, grisly, bad horror movies,” he declared gleefully, pulling out some B-rated 90’s horror movies, a real weakness of yours that he shared.

“New video-games,” he added, pulling more and more out of the bags.

“Candy.” Another pile of stuff on your coffee table.

“Snuffles.” A little grayish stuffed bunny, Byakuran’s stuffed animal from when he was younger, which you knew was often hidden in his closet, ready to be pulled out whenever he was sick, joined the crowd of stuff.

“And, of course, chocolate. What kind of man would I be if I didn’t bring someone on their period chocolate, after all?” he teased as he drew out a handful of king-sized chocolate bars and a couple of plastic wrapped giant triple-chocolate cookies from a local grocery store.

You simply stared at him, barely able to keep from grinning back at him. God, he might drive you crazy every now and then but you couldn’t help thinking that you really had lucked out when it came to having Byakuran as your best friend.

“So what first?” he asked you.

“I think chocolate. Chocolate always deserves first place.”

“And here I thought I deserved first place.”

“Fine, fine. Chocolate deserves second place then. You can have first.”

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It is more fun to talk with someone who doesn’t use long, difficult words but rather short, easy words like “how about lunch?” ~ A.A. Milne

Ganauche hummed as he headed through the halls towards your office. He hadn’t seen much of you lately. That was okay though. The two of you had been friends for so long that you could go days without seeing each other without worrying about the state of your friendship. He’d been busy for the last month or so, rather lousy company most of the time he was with you, but things had finally slowed down recently. After a week or so of him just being lazy, doing nothing, he felt like company and he couldn’t think of anyone he’d rather share his cheerful mood with than you.

Or so he’d thought. It only took one look at your face as he walked into your office to know that you weren’t going to be sharing in his cheerful mood right that second. You’d probably kill him for looking so cheerful, if the vehement glare at your computer screen and the dark muttering he could barely hear (and very R-rated muttering if he was hearing at all correctly) was anything to go by. He made every attempt he could to wipe his happy grin off his face. It wouldn’t do to look perky and peppy when you were obviously this miserable.

He did hate seeing you look so unhappy though. He couldn’t let you stay this way…not that he was planning on it. He knew just what to do.

Ganauche sauntered up to your desk, resting a hip against the corner of it and smiling slightly down at you.

“How about lunch?” he asked, winking at you.

You simply nodded.

Fast forward two hours and the two of you had lots of delicious food and plenty of liquor in your stomachs, sunlight on your skin, and smiles on your faces as the two of you laughed and joked, catching up as you walked along the little side-streets around the café district.

Now this, he thought, was much better. This was exactly how you were supposed to look.

He wasn’t too happy though as your smile slipped, your eyes catching sight of your watch as you lifted an arm to block the sun from your eyes a bit.

“I guess I should get back,” you said, a small sigh accompanying your words.

“Yeah, I guess you should. If that’s what you want,” he agreed, though he personally hated to interrupt what had been such a spectacular time.

“You know what I really want?” you said, looking up at him with the beginnings of a very sly smile on your face.

Ganauche simply smiled down at you, looking slightly confused.

“Lunch. How about lunch, Ganauche?” you asked, tone all innocence and casualness.

“I think I could do with some lunch.”

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Friends are people who know you really well and like you anyway. ~ Greg Tamblyn

You rolled your eyes to the ceiling, your teeth clenching automatically in frustration as you watched Xanxus yell at one of his subordinates, his hands tightening almost dangerously around the glass bottle in his hands. You just knew that he was going to throw it any second. And wow, would you look at that? Less than a minute later, the wallpaper was soaked with whiskey, the scent thick in the air, glass scattering across the floor. His subordinate was lucky he had quick reflexes because that one would’ve hurt quite a bit if he hadn’t.

You must have made some kind of sound, though you weren’t aware of doing so because Xanxus’ attention was suddenly focused entirely on you, a petulant scowl on his face, his eyes glaring at you.

“What did you say?” he growled out.

“Nothing,” you said, voicing none of your displeasure over his behavior. It wasn’t because you were afraid of him – you weren’t – but simply because you’d learned by now that it would be easier that way. He’d calm down quicker and peace, or what passed for it around the Varia headquarters, would be restored much quicker than it would be if you made him even angrier.

“Fucking right, it’s nothing,” Xanxus snarled before turning away from you, calling for someone to bring him another bottle of whiskey.

You worried for his liver, you really did.

You worried about a lot when it came to Xanxus though, you really did. Sure he was a gigantic asshole. Sure he was violent and rude and downright psychotic at times. You couldn’t even say for sure why you were friends with him. You just were.

It was something you couldn’t express. Though he might grab you hard enough to bruise you or say horrible things to you, you knew Xanxus wouldn’t hurt you intentionally, not severely at least, neither physically nor emotionally. And you knew that anyone who did try to hurt you might get hurt severely. Because as he was your friend, you were his friend and he really couldn’t show it any other way.

You’d have to say that, if pressed beyond the reasoning that you simply were his friend because you were, you were friends with Xanxus because, somewhere, buried deep, deep, deep, deep, deep beneath all that anger and hatred, he did genuinely care about his friends. You were just lucky enough to be able to see that. Honestly, what you worried about the most in regards to Xanxus was that there wouldn’t be enough people in the world with good enough eyesight to see that as well.


From @ciaossu-imagines to @quietsilenceus

anonymous asked:

Oooohh yall are open! May i ask for Bel, Byakuran and Takeshi for the so forgetting about them scenario please?

Byakuran

You opened your eyes, squinting at the bright light. It caused your current headache to double in pain. Mercifully the lights were switched off. You turned to your side ready to thank whoever switched the lights off for you, and came face to face with an attractive looking guy with white hair and lavender eyes. You noticed some red stains on his clothes as he smiled at you relieved that you were alright.

“[Name]-chan you’re awake.” He held onto your hand, “I thought that you-”

“I’m sorry.” You interrupted him, “Who are you?”

He looked confused, “What do you mean? I’m your fiancé.”

You still looked confused.

“Byakuran.”

“Not ringing any bells.” You told him.

Byakuran glared at nothing, you felt a chill when you saw his barely restrained anger. He let go of your hand and went on the phone walking away from you with his back turned to you. You stared at his back, mind going really fast. Could you trust this guy? He looked ready to kill just a second ago? He turned back to you, eyes softening when he looked at you.

“Bring them to me.” He said before ending the call.

“Um.”

“Don’t worry [Name]-chan.” He approached you and kissed you on the forehead, “You’ll remember me very soon.”

You stared at him, not knowing how to feel about that.

Takeshi

You sat at the table of your shared apartment and ate the sushi the man- no Takeshi- made for you to help jog your memory. It was delicious, and you hummed your delight causing him to smile brighter than before.

“Do you remember anything?” He asked optimistic.

You looked apologetically at him, “No, sorry. It’s really good though.”

He deflated a bit and you couldn’t help but feel bad even though there was nothing you could do. He grabbed onto your hand when he sensed your disappointment and gave you a reassuring smile.

“It’s okay [Name]-chan.” He told you, “You’ll remember soon enough.”

You smiled at him, “If it means eating like this all the time it can’t be all bad.”

He laughed at your quip, causing you to blush at him. You really wanted to remember your relationship with Takeshi. He was so attentive and loving you could imagine yourself with him. You stared at his hands feeling the calluses. You felt a bit lightheaded, something was coming to you.

“[Name]-chan?” He questioned you when you zoned out.

You focused on him, excited, “You’re a swordsman!” You exclaimed.

He nodded at you feeling some of your excitement, “Yes, yes I am [Name]-chan.”

You ate more of the sushi, maybe it was causing you to remember some things. You didn’t notice the resigned smile on his face as he watched you eat.

Bel

Your head was killing you as you felt yourself being moved somewhere. You were rested down on the ground somewhere and was shook violently. You heard a voice desperately call to you.

“[Name]? [Name]! You need to get up right now.”

You opened your eyes staring at the guy with bangs that was too long and a crown on his head. You blinked at him, knowing that this was bizarre at least. The prince held you when you blinked at him, not catching your utter confusion. Who was this guy? Why is there gunfire around here? Where were you anyway? And why is that guy pointing a gun at you. You tapped the prince to get his attention.

“Prince there’s a gun pointed at us!”

Before you could register it the prince threw a knife at the would be assailant, who dropped to the ground dead. You sighed in relief that you survived. The prince stared at you.

“Principessa you called me prince?”

You turned your attention to him, “That’s what you are right?” You asked.

“Yes I am a prince.” He grinned, “But you never call me that.”

“I don’t? What do I call you? Do I know you?” You asked.

He stared at you for a second, before a malicious smile crept on his face. You felt uncomfortable watching it happen. You had a bad feeling this would not end well, but you didn’t know for who.

“You don’t remember me Principessa?” He asked, the smile never leaving his face.

“Uh no?” You began looking for an escape route, “Should I?”

“Ushihsi~”

“Okay time to go.” You thought, but he grabbed your hand and hoisted you up before you could flee. A knife appearing in his free hand stilled you before you even began struggling.

“The prince will take care of this familigia first, then we’ll fix you Principessa.” He told you as he dragged you along.

You blanched as he cut down the first person and silently swore to yourself.    

anonymous asked:

ohwaaa this shy s.o. bath scenario was greaaaat!! thank you so much for making my day with your request <3 could i get a scenario with kyoya and byakuran and mukuro and alaude where their s,o. tells them that they are pregnant and how would the boys react? 0////0 (awww sorry are there too many characters? sorry if so q..q)

Oh, thank you so much.  I’m glad you liked it.  I’m still not sure how Mukuro’s ended up like that…  And your request is perfectly fine - I don’t really have a limit on characters.  I mean if you ask for 20 or something I might take a while to do it.  I also won’t do characters just in the manga at this point, since I haven’t read it yet.
And I’d like to apologize for the behemoth that Hibari’s and Mukuro’s became…

Hibari:  You stared into the cup of tea that was sitting on the low table in front of you, wondering how you would ever be able to tell your carnivore about your condition.  You and him had never talked about having children.  Sure you might have told him a few times how you would one day love to be a parent, but he had only ever responded with his “Hn” and that was that.  Now you had to tell him that you were two and a half months pregnant with not only one child but two.  And on top of that, you were going to tell him on the day that he returned from a month and a half mission for Tsuna.  Taking a deep breath, you went over another time aloud what you were going to tell your husband when he got back to your home, “Hibari, I’m pregnant.”  Unfortunately for you, you had been so focused on your own thoughts that you hadn’t realized the door behind you had slid open until you heard, “Hn.  What was that, omnivore?“  Eyes wide, you turned quickly around, spilling your hot tea all over your hands. Letting out a yelp, you met your husband’s cool, grey eyes focused intently on your face.  The mixture of the pain, the shock, and your own fear caused tears to start welling  up in your eyes before you focused them on the ground, only seeing Hibari’s feet as he walked to in front of you before crouching down.  Gently he lifted your chin, ”Why are you crying, omnivore?”  His gentle tone, a tone you had never actually heard from him before - including on the day you had been married - only caused you to sob harder.  “It’s nothing,” you tried to reassure him, pulling away from his grasp to swipe at your eyes, “it’s just the hormones.”  You didn’t even bother trying to cover up what you had just said - it’s not like Hibari would fall for any half-hearted excuse you could come up with.  “Hn.  You should be happy.”  Hibari commented.  Hope filling you, you lifted your face to him, “You’re not upset?”  “Why would I be upset, carnivore?”  Hibari asked, as he pulled two  handkerchiefs from his pocket to dip in the pitcher of ice-water on the table before wrapping your burnt hands in them.  “Carnivore?”  You questioned through your drying tears.  Letting his hand drift to your stomach, “If you’re carrying a carnivore, that makes you one as well.”  “Carnivores,” you corrected.  “What?”  Hibari frowned.  “Carnivores.  As in, twins,” you told him.  “Hn.“  Making eye-contact with Hibari, you saw his gaze focused on your abdomen, as if trying to glare through your skin and see that there really were two babies growing inside of you.

Byakuran:  You stared at Byakuran, wondering if you had broken him.  For the past three minutes, he had done nothing but stare at you, blinking rapidly.  Sure, maybe you were partially to blame, you could have asked him to sit down.  In your defense, you didn’t think your partner would react quite like this when you told him that you were four months pregnant.  “Byakuran?”  You asked, getting a little worried.  What if he was upset by the news and this was why he wasn’t replying?  Maybe he didn’t want a baby and he was trying to find a way to tell you that?  Even as that horrifying thought crossed your mind, Byakuran let out a loud laugh before reaching over and picking you up, spinning you around in the air.  “Y/n-chan,” he shouted, “that is the best news in the world.“  Laughing he put you down before squatting down so that he was level with your stomach.  As he put his hands onto your not yet showing abdomen, he started talking to the child growing inside your womb - telling it to treat y/n-chan nicely and that when it comes, he would feed it lots of sweets and about the fun they would have together.  Smiling down at your partner and his childish antics, you wondered why you had ever doubted that Byakuran would be happy by this development.

Mukuro:  The little shit probably knew before you did.  You had debated for awhile on how to tell Mukuro you were pregnant.  You couldn’t figure it out though.  How to surprise an mafia illusionist in a way that wouldn’t get you killed due to his own shock.  You had briefly contemplated getting Fran or Chrome in on the surprise to help you do your own illusionary trick, but there were two issues with that.  1) Chrome would be a blushing, stuttering mess if she had to do something like that.  And 2) you absolutely refused to let an emotionless kid get involved in what should be the happiest day of your life, damn it.  Finally you decided on the most straight-forward way.  After all, as a manipulative illusionist he would not see the straightforward way coming - ha, take that you control obsessed jerk!  Okay, you’d be the first to admit that maybe you were being a little on the vindictive side - but it was all due to the hormones, which you could then blame on Mukuro.  So really, it was all Mukuro’s fault.  Marching into Mukuro’s office, you flung the door open dramatically, causing your partner to look up at you in an amused state.  “Kufufufu,” he laughed.  “Someone seems to be fired up.”  His comments only riled you even more.  You swept haughtily into the room, coming to stand on the other side of his desk.  Once there, you dropped the box in your hands on the desk in front of him.  “A present?  For me?  You really shouldn’t ha-“  Mukuro’s voice trailed off as he opened the box to see the positive pregnancy test sitting in it.  Swallowing, he looked intently up at you.  “This is true?  You’re not pulling a prank?”  The intensity in his voice startled you, causing you to start doubting yourself.  “No,” you squeaked out.  His eyes narrowed at you.  “I mean, no I’m not pulling a prank.  I really am pregnant.”  You stared in fear at his face - surely Mukuro wouldn’t be so against the idea that you or your baby would be in danger.  Unconsciously, your arms wrapped in front of your abdomen.  In a second, Mukuro was in front of you and had you turned around, sitting on the desk.  Sweeping the papers that had to be signed off and on to the floor, he kissed you passionately.  “I think this calls for a celebration,” he grinned, even as his hands started to free your heaving chest from the confines of its shirt.

Alaude:  You had decided that casually mentioning your…delicate…condition to Alaude would be the best way to go.  However as soon as dinner had started, you started thinking about ways to ply the skylark with alcohol and tell him after he was flat-out drunk.  Alaude, meanwhile, was trying to figure out why you were smiling nervously at him across the table.  He could think of no good reason why you should be nervous - unless it was upset with him.  He knew it couldn’t be that, however, your birthday had just passed, the next closest anniversary was four months out and Valentine’s Day hadn’t come yet.  On the other side of the table, you jumped guiltily as Alaude stared intensely at you, as if trying to read your mind.  You let out a nervous huff of amusement, he probably could read your mind if he tried hard enough.  As he opened his mouth, probably to accuse you of not telling him, you blurted out.  "I’m pregnant, Alaude."  Fork frozen in mid-air, he blinked at you.  Once.  Twice.  Three times.  Clearing his throat, he placed his fork down before standing up and walking over to you.  He stood at the side of your chair, reaching his hand out to help you stand.  You waited for him to say something, anything - even though it would probably be something along the lines of "leave,” knowing his views on family.  Blinking back your tears, you looked up at him, meeting his eyes.  One of his hands reached towards your eyes, brushing away the water droplets that had yet to fall.  “That is…very good news, y/n,” he said, before leaning down and kissing you sweetly.

Yep, Mukuro’s still a pervert…I swear, he can’t ever just be a nice, decent guy not that’d I’d want him anyway else

anonymous asked:

OMG I LOVE YOUR BLOG SO MUCH!! Can I have yandere triangle between Tsuna/x/Byakuran and Hibari/x/Yamamoto?

Tsuna/reader/Byakuran
‌• Byakuran will get to you first. He’s met you in some of his other timelines, but you had never been together, always a necessary casualty in the war. He was happy to find you did not remember him; he had worried you’d keep the memories from the bad timeline, but you hadn’t been important enough, apparently. He had been easily able to find you, and quickly integrated himself into your everyday life.
‌• One thing that wasn’t the same was the fact that in this timeline, your family had ties to the mafia. So suddenly one day you took a job as a secretary for Tsuna himself. Your family had pushed you to do so; they were apparently very loyal to the Vongola and you not taking any active part in the Famiglia would give them a bad name. And you really weren’t opposed to it, you had been expecting this for quite a while.
‌• Tsuna had immediately taken a liking to you, and had decided that he was going to make you his own. He was very overly friendly, finding as many silly excuses as he could to keep you in his office. He was always finding something else that he needed you to help him with. Any day now, he’d think to himself, he was going to pounce. Almost, not quite yet.
‌• But Byakuran was definitely not going to let that happen. He’d had his people following you for a few days now, and he knew he had to step in. So when you got home you found he was already there. Before you could even ask how the heck he got in he was telling you that you were coming with him. He loved you dearly and you were going to be with him. He would keep you safe and you’d have everything you’d ever need, and you weren’t going to be going back to the Vongola. If you hesitate for even a second he will tell you, his smile never leaving his face, that he will take you by force if he needs to.
‌• So he takes you back to his own home, and if you embrace it he will be very pleased and give you more or less your freedom in his house, though he does keep hidden cameras around just to make sure you don’t try to leave or double cross him. If you try to resist, he will keep you locked in his room at all times. You’ll have everything you could ever want, except for your freedom.
‌• Unbeknownst to you, Tsuna has asked Byakuran to release you. Well, perhaps not ask. He’s ordered Byakuran to release you. Telling him that this doesn’t have to turn ugly, and that it would just be easiest for everyone if he complied. Byakuran will refuse, and claim you’re here of your own accord. If you have accepted him, he will even make you tell Tsuna yourself over the video chat they’re using (making sure to be holding you incredibly tight around your waist, just to show off the fact that you’re his.) If you have tried to escape, though, he will not do that and just tell Tsuna that he’ll have to take his word on it because you were busy.
‌• Whatever happens, Tsuna is already planning to break in and get you back. His guardians help, of course, and it practically becomes a war in Byakuran’s mansion. Byakuran keeps you close to him and pretty much just trusts in the Wreaths to be able to fight them off. But Tsuna’s sneaky and was able to get past everyone in the commotion and make it to the two of you.
‌• Tsuna will repeat what he’d said before, pretty much. Something along the lines of ‘let’s not make this any harder than it has to be, hand them over.’
‌• To which Byakuran just goes ‘No.’
‌• And then it comes down to you. If you decide you want to leave with Tsuna you surprise Byakuran by smashing a vase over his head. You don’t really hurt him, but it does surprise him enough for you to run to safety behind Tsuna. Tsuna will laugh and tell you to stand back while he kicks this guy’s ass.
‌• If you choose Byakuran you surprise both of them by finding the gun he thought he kept well hidden in the room and while they’re fighting laying down covering fire for him. You knew you’d never actually land a hit, not with Tsuna’s speed or his hyper-intuition, but it stalls the fight out long enough that back up comes, and being outnumbered and knowing his Guardians have failed, forces Tsuna to retreat.
‌• Whoever keeps you, there’s tension between the two Famiglias pretty much until you die, honestly. The other had never truly given up and they end up coming to blows pretty often. The only way it all stops is exactly that, either you die or one of them does. It ends up being you; you get caught in the middle of one of their fights, hit by a stray bullet piercing you right in the heart.

Hibari/reader/Yamamoto
‌• Yamamoto will be very touchy and obvious about his feelings for you. If you seem uncomfortable or try to push him away he will pretend he does not notice, and he certainly won’t stop. He’ll be all smiles around you all the time, taking note of your hobbies and the food you like and using it to his advantage. He’ll make sure to talk to you often about the things you’re doing and will often offer to cook you your favorite foods. If you say to him, right to his face, you aren’t interested in him and he should tone it back, that smile you’ve practically never seen him without will disappear. He’ll get this steely look in his eyes and his voice will drop, making it clear that you’re in danger, and he’ll say “You’re not thinking clearly, ________-chan. I’ve always been very nice to you, haven’t I?”
‌• Hibari will be aware of Yamamoto’s feelings for you way before Yamamoto realizes Hibari’s own. So he knows that he has to play this carefully, and that he has the upper hand. You might not realize his feelings right away either, because Hibari will not act much differently towards you. You don’t notice at first, but Hibari will find as many ways to accidentally run into you as possible, and even if you guys are doing nothing but sitting in silence together, he is spending that time with you. He’ll also start planning ahead. Every time he knows that Yamamoto doesn’t have any work he will make sure to find you and steal you away before he can. He will do everything to make sure you see Yamamoto as little as possible.
‌• Yamamoto will start to catch on, though. He’ll start setting traps for Hibari whenever he can. Stuff like when you’re with him, doing something to mess with Namimori so he’ll have to leave you to deal with it. Cause Yamamoto knows Hibari will drop whatever he’s doing and go right to work. That’s when he’ll swoop in and take you away.
‌• If you choose Yamamoto, Hibari will seemingly back off. He really wants to just go and bite him to death, but they’re both Tsuna’s guardians, and they really can’t be seen fighting, it’d look bad for the Vongola. So Hibari will make sure that everything that can go wrong, does. Yamamoto will suddenly be found doing a lot more work which keeps him away for longer and longer periods of time. And Hibari will then trick Yamamoto into thinking you’re cheating on him, that you can’t stand being alone for so long. He’ll do really weird but little things so you don’t notice but he knows Yamamoto will, like arranging it so you’re out with friends or working on the days he knows Yamamoto’s coming home, or leaving around a bottle of over the counter medicine that you never really use but might’ve been in the house when he left but he can’t remember. Maybe a pair of your underwear left in a sort of hidden spot, like between the dresser and the wall, like they’d been thrown off in a hurry and forgotten about.
‌• And when Yamamoto starts accusing you of things he can swoop in before he gets violent with you and make you remember that he’s better for you and you should love him instead.
‌• If you pick Hibari, Yamamoto will do sort of the same thing, but not. Being with Hibari would already mean you’re by yourself quite a bit, since he is more of a quiet person and pretty busy with work normally. So he’d just take that up a notch. You’d find yourself alone more and more until you feel like you’re barely seeing him at all. He comes to bed after you’re already asleep and is gone before you wake. And Yamamoto is there giving you the affection you’ve been needing. And constantly talking shit about Hibari, that it’s not fitting for a guy to neglect his girlfriend so much. And that that would never happen with him.
‌• Whether you remain loyal or end up switching sides, eventually the one you didn’t pick would take it out on you. Because they really aren’t allowed to take it out on each other. And they see each other too much. And that tension would just rise way too high. Hibari would avoid you nearly completely, and when he did see you he’d treat you like nothing but a trophy wife, not smart enough or strong enough for him to even give you the time of day. And Yamamoto would border into the sexual harassment area, taking any opportunity to touch you. Like placing his hands on your shoulder, caressing your cheek, hugging you often and for very long, and “accidentally” brushing against your ass or breasts in passing. And sometimes when Hibari wasn’t around he’d lean in and whisper to you about all the things he’d do to you if he could, and how much you’d  have loved it.

tempestsave  asked:

For any fandom- Someone(s) is a dragon. I don't know who, I don't know where- but dragons! Dragons!

Dragon!AUs are my weakness. Have dragon!Tsuna.

Byakuran opens his Box Weapon, and all Tsuna can think when he sees the white dragon is, is that the best you’ve got?

It’s a stupid, stupid thing to think, but there’s fire everywhere, and Tsuna can feel the hoardmarks singing around his arm. His blood, sluggish and bonfire-hot, is stirring and his jacket feels too warm.

A dragon for a box weapon. How arrogant is Byakuran? When the scale-blood is still so hot that its descendants are born with slit pupils and sharp teeth, what right does he have to turn flame into the form of that heritage? And so small, did Byakuran really not know? Tsuna can’t believe he doesn’t know this, when his spies have told him so much. But if Byakuran understood what rests in Tsuna’s blood, what draws color around his forearm without needle or ink, he wouldn’t have brought out that box.

Tsuna lets out a slow breath, feels its heat as it passes his lips, and shoves up his sleeve, pressing one gloved hand to his hoardmarks, which are white-warm through the leather.

citrine, hematite, topaz, garnet, aquamarine, peridot, sunstone, iolite, tanzanite, lapis lazuli, ruby

Eleven rings of color, bright against his skin, named after the gemstones his ancestors loved, standing for people the scale-blooded defend.

The barrier is holding, his blood is burning, his hoard is endangered. His mother always told him, when he needed to know how, he would be able to.

Tsuna wraps his fingers around his hoardmarks, and lets the snarl echo out of his chest, lets the scales wrap his fragile body in the unconquerable form of his heritage. He spreads golden wings, and blinks orange eyes at Byakuran, suddenly so much smaller and more fragile looking.

Enough, he thinks, and lets free his Flame.

anonymous asked:

Headcanons for what it would be like if mukuro, Yamamoto, and Byakuran had a s/o that worked in a flower shop?

//  I always dreamed of working in a flower shop. It must be so nice! //

~Admin Reborn~


Mukuro:

  • Mukuro will be a little against you working in a place where anyone can come and go. After all, potential enemies can disguise themselves as customers and hurt you.
  • That being said, he’ll support you. And by support you, I mean he will constantly be checking in on you.
  • When he checks in on you, he’ll just waltz in like he owns the place. There’s a long line of customers? Who cares, you’re his s/o. He gets first serving and premium customer service.
  • I can imagine you telling him that you have customers to attend while he just keeps going on and on about whatever.
  • If anyone remotely suspicious talks to you or even looks at you (both in the wrong way or not), then be you can bet your private security guard will be “escorting them out”.
  • Mukuro will try to make you learn how to defend yourself, and probably even give you a weapon of some sort just in case things go south.
  • All in all, Mukuro will be supportive of your decision to work in a flower shop, but believe me, he will not be giving you any employee of the month award what will all his interruptions.

Byakuran:

  • Byakuran will definitely not want you being (let alone working) at any place that’s far from him. So chances are, this flower shop will be a nearby place where he can keep close tabs on you.
  • I bet he will have someone go undercover to work with you. That way, he won’t have to go there in person constantly.
  • That being said, he will sometimes go visit you. He might just have some respect in waiting until there aren’t too many customers when he talks to you. Or maybe not.
  • Byakuran will let you have a say in whatever he wants to talk to you about. And should someone even dare to come close to you two while talking…. Well, a small glare on his side will be enough to ward people away.
  • Don’t worry, you won’t have to worry about knowing how to defend yourself. That undercover agent of his will jump to your defense should anything go wrong.
  • Still, if you ask nicely, Byakuran just might help you learn how to defend yourself.
  • This guy will let you work in basically whatever place you want to, but you know there’s a catch. And what that catch is really depends how Byakuran is feeling.

Yamamoto:

  • Don’t worry, Yamamoto will actually have some decency in how to go about this situation.
  • He will not mind you working in such a place. He will just want to check it out first and see if it’s a suitable place for you.
  • When you’re working, he will not suddenly burst in on the scene and disturb you, so you don’t have to worry about any of that. Instead, he’ll probably wait until you’re on lunch break to drop by and say hello.
  • Rest assure that he will definitely show you a thing or two on how to protect yourself. Unfortunately, he may not always be there to help you out should something happen, so he wants to make sure you’re prepared.
  • Still, he will ask some trusted people to keep an eye on you every now and then, and may even bribe some regular customers into doing it too.
  • Yamamoto will always be there waiting for you when your day ends to walk you home. No way will he be leaving you alone at such a time.
  • Yamamoto will be the most supportive person on this list, really. He trusts that you know what you’re doing (or want to do).
'When You're not Here' HC

Assuming you’re already in a relationship.

I’m back with a new series! Did you miss me?

Tsuna

  • He’s an extremely busy man so most of the time he’s the one making plans according to his schedule.
  • Since he doesn’t have much free time he won’t tolerate ‘no’ as an answer.
  • You’re not complaining; it’s difficult enough to spend time together so you’re not going to make it even tougher.
  • As a consequence, if you happen to be busy while Tsuna has planned something, you have better had a great reason.
  • He won’t deem “Girls’ night” as a good reason.
  • That is until Chrome, Bianchi, Kyoko and Haru barge in his office to complain supported by Reborn who just wanted to teach him a lesson.
  • Reborn: “Women are scary. Especially ours.”
  • Tsuna ends up sucking it up and you can feel his frustration growing so you make sure to come home earlier.
  • Tsuna is pleased with it and show it to you in bed.
  • Sometimes he’ll leave you off the hook and train with Reborn or relax with his Guardians in a bar.
  • No matter how beautiful or gorgeous the waitress and other women are, a simple text notifying him your return will be enough to have him driving back home exceeding by far the limited speed.
  • You spot two very ill-looking Yamamoto and Gokudera as you wait for him at the entrance of the manor.
  • However this is a rare scenario. Most of the time Tsuna will fall asleep on his desk after finishing his work and by the time he wakes up you’ve came back and made yourself comfortable on the couch.
  • Tsuna always complains. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”
  • He knows why though. And it’s precisely when you smile that he knows he has found the right one by his side.

Enma

  • To put it simply, he turns into a lost puppy without you around.
  • Enma is probably the most possessive man in the entire KHR universe. His lack of confidence got better with time much like Tsuna but losing his family once makes him fear it could happen again hence why he’s all about having you by his side.
  • Aka abandonment issues.
  • He probably won’t let it show but most people already know you’re his weakness; he needn’t make it more obvious.
  • Despite that Enma understands you need to see other people from time to time. He tried his best to cope with it but ends up following you or waiting for you to finish. At the door. For hours. In the dark. In the cold. Whatever.
  • Adelheid once tried giving him “the talk”.
  • Spoilers; it didn’t work and you ended up leaving way earlier than planned.
  • However, there are times when he cannot do anything.
  • If he’s in a bad mood it will show while he carries out missions. He’ll basically lash it out on his opponents. During time like these Enma is really terrifying since most people aren’t used to this dark side of him.
  • Even if he’s a good mood, he’s still going to be brutal. Think cruel child play.
  • The dying man in front of him thought he was saved when Enma went from vivid to overjoyed after hearing of your return. He almost looked innocent and not about to shoot him.
  • Indeed, Enma did leave the battlefield out of the blue. His men are used to his antics and take care of the rest.
  • As soon as you step in the mansion he tackles you in a big embrace and the two of you fall on the floor.
  • He constantly repeats how much he loves you and sweet talks you while making love.
  • He’s the neediest of them all. Expect him to act spoiled once you’re back but don’t worry; he’ll also spoil you rotten!

Byakuran

  • Surprisingly enough he takes it well.
  • At first.
  • Byakuran likes to believe you depend on him.
  • He won’t be bothered right away. He’ll probably think he ‘finally’ has some time for himself but he’ll quickly realise he’s bored once he finishes messing with his Guardians.
  • Byakuran absently throwing marshmallows at people so they can ‘entertain’ him.
  • For some reasons Zakuro is his favourite target.
  • Needless to say, no matter what they do, no one is able to ‘entertain’ him.
  • Shouichi spamming you with calls because he can’t stand Byakuran messing around in his office while he’s working.
  • Soon enough everyone is calling you, begging you to come back as soon as possible.
  • •        You know it’s getting serious when Yuni calls you in tears.
  • Kikyo has tried taking him out in a bar to unwind.
  • Byakuran was so bored he gave a literal banana to some prostitute to suck on so she would stop bothering him.
  • •        This would later be known as the banana incident.
  • Byakuran will never call you. Everyone may but not him. He’s too proud to admit he’s missing you.
  • However when you end up calling him, he’s overjoyed and smugly pretending everything is fine.
  • If you’re out with some girlfriends he’ll pout but still wait more or less obediently for you to come home.
  • The same cannot be said with guys.
  • Byakuran is not leaving you alone with some guys unless they’re from the family.
  • Even when they are, Byakuran asks for a full check on them.
  • The guys you’re with are constantly reminded by text that Byakuran is watching and they had better not try anything funny if they value their lives.
  • Be it with girls or guys, Byakuran always picks you up.
  • When you ask him why everyone had been calling you he silences you with a kiss.
  • It cute and all until you reach the bedroom where he ‘punishes’ you for ‘leaving him alone’.
  • The next day your phone is buzzing this time begging you to be quieter.

this is done by the lovely @kaladork!

So, this is based off of an answer that reborn-imagines gave to an ask. This idea grew from the cheating due to blackmail ask for Byakuran and Mukuro. I’ve worked on it all week and hope anyone who reads it enjoys it! Hope you guys at mafiabosstsuna enjoy!

A wry tilt caught the edges of a humorless smile.

Here you were.

Finally, finally here you were.

Knees hit the ground as he begged forgiveness.

***

Darkness gathered like water at the corners of the room. Ebony dripped and drawled into the recesses slowly as the brilliance of day was replaced by saturated shadows. The heat remained. It clung to the room as summer is want to do and suffocated the man staring intently through the dim.

A singly bead of sweat crawled from the hollow of his temple and danced down the side of his face through the stubble on his cheek. It fell below the shade of his jawline and disappeared into the crumpled collar of his shirt.

The only sound to break the sticky silence of the sweltering twilight was that of a window fan set on high, desperately flailing to dispel some of the oppressive heat and failing its job miserably.

Well, that and the feverishly spoken, near-nonsensical murmurs issuing from dry lips and wild eyes.

Two sets of eyes, laced with concern instead of mania, looked on.

“How long has he been like this?” a man’s voice asked, eyes like honey taking in the copious piles of documents and papers, the teetering stacks of books and files, the disheveled appearance of one of his most trusted allies.

“Three weeks. Since we found the evidence proving her innocence.” The quiet, feminine voice paused. “He’s hellbent on finding her.”

The man sighed. “I didn’t… I didn’t even know he had a girlfriend until he broke it off.”

“Fiancée. She was his fiancée.”

“…Damn.”

“He wanted it that way, you know. Wanted to keep her out of all this. Away from the mafia.”

Another sigh from the man. “I wish he had succeeded. I wish… I wish I could have-”

“It wasn’t your fault, Tsuna. And it wasn’t Mukuro’s, as much as he thinks it was. They covered their trail immaculately. I’m surprised we found out they were blackmailing her at all.”

Tsuna shook his head. “I know.” He sounded weary. “I know.” Tsuna cast one last look at his beleaguered Mist Guardian. “Chrome, make sure he gets something to eat,” he said before turning away.

“I’ll try.”

***

“No! No! Please! Please let me go! I’ll do anything! Anything! Just let me go!”

The screams echoed through the dim area. The sound of dripping water accompanied the desperate pleas. Over time, the screams faded to hoarse whimpers and, eventually, silence as the man came to accept his fate. Or simply lost the will to keep fighting it.

The man observing this pathetic creature didn’t care.

A small smirk twisted his lips into an almost feral snarl. A savage, vaguely triumphant gleam lit his angry eyes. Brows furrowed, cheeks ever-so-slightly flushed, hands clutching the metal length of a trident in a white-fingered grip.

It was the look of a man who had descended far beyond the reaches of reason. His world had been destroyed time and time again and this… this heinous act. The cruelest way to hurt the kindest, sweetest, most innocent human being he had ever known…

It was the proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back. The back was broken. The tattered, stained, cracked glass of his fragile psyche had shattered beyond repair and his mind had followed.

He longed for you.

His love. His life. His light.

His only light. The only thing that lit up his dark, damned world.

It had been four years.

Four years of absolute hell.

Because he had had everything he never deserved and he had thrown it all away. It was his fault. His own damn fault. It was— It was…

No!

No. No. No. No. No. No. No.

It was theirs. This was their fault.

They were the ones who hurt you and took you away. Manipulating you to cheat on him and leave after he shoved you away, disappearing completely afterward.

He hadn’t even cared when you had disappeared—or so he had told himself.

He had completely cut you from his life, put all thought of you from his mind—or tried. Finally thrown himself into his role of Guardian to Tsuna. Anything to keep his mind away from the deep, throbbing pain of your betrayal.

He turned the light on.

The dripping continued.

Blood, not water.

The man was covered. Countless lacerations covered his skin in a mirage of crisscrossing blood and gore.

His clothing had been removed to reveal the skin underneath.

So had his fingernails.

His eyes had been gouged out and then painfully cauterized so he wouldn’t bleed out and die too quickly.

Burns mixed with the cuts—ugly, puckered, and festering—as chemicals will do.

All throughout, the angry red of infection puffed his skin, in some places so much so that the skin had split to add more rivers of blood cascading down his sickly skin. Several wounds were weeping pus mixed with blood and several places had turned vile colors. The infection didn’t matter. He was dead anyway.

He didn’t stir at the light—blind as he was—but at the sound of footsteps a pathetic whimper bubbled forth from his mouth.

“Now,” Mukuro said, voice low and hoarse from lack of sleep. “I think you’re ready.” He walked forward to lean into the man’s ear. “Tell me where she is,” he all but breathed to the hanging man.

Ten minutes later, Mukuro left the room.

The man was crying, in far too much pain to stay silent, but far too weak to sob.

The room was dark and the sound of dripping blood continued.

He was bleeding out.

Slowly.

Mukuro had done that on purpose.

That scum didn’t deserve to die quickly.

Walking down the damp, dirty hallway, the sounds of ragged wails grew and echoed all around the cramped space; gradually increasing in volume until they became a glorious cacophony; a symphony of pain and desperation clamoring for mercy and begging for release.

Chapped lips twisted. A miniscule crack appeared in the tortured smirk. A small bead of vermillion rose to taint the surface. Mukuro simply kept walking away, smiling at the sound of a dying man’s screams.

He left the man to die, tortured by the visage of his darkest nightmares.

***

Blood.

Blood everywhere.

Spattered on the walls, the floors, the ceiling.

Coating drapes.

Flowing off the tables.

No one was spared.

Eviscerated corpses littered the ground. Innards spilled out to decorate ashen skin with red-stained fetter.

He stood alone in the carnage.

The deadly tip of his trident glistened red in the light of the rising sun.

Another false lead.

Another.

Damn.

False.

Lead.

It had been a month.

One entire month of false leads, dead ends, and a painful, poignant lack of you.

He wanted you.

Needed you.

He needed to see your warm smile, hear your soothing voice calming his heart rate after a night terror. He needed to feel you, soft hands tracing the scars on his back as your even softer body clung to his, desperate for his touch, desperate for him despite how terribly broken he was. He needed your acceptance, your continued support for him, and your constant reassurance that he was worthy, was completely yours, wasn’t a monster.

He needed you.

And he would go through every damn Mafioso in the country—the world—to get you.

A blood-stained hand reached up to cup his face.

This was all his fault. He had driven you away after he found you cheating on him. But it hadn’t been your choice. Those bastards had blackmailed you. They had kidnapped your parents and younger brother with the firm assurance that if you told your fiancé they would all be dead within minutes. They had forced you to cheat on him, to have sex with another man, someone you didn’t love, and to get caught by Mukuro in order to betray him. To make the heartache come from the one person who put his heart at ease. Then, when Mukuro had driven you away, they had taken you and used you for their pleasure and sadistic amusement. After that, you had disappeared. No one knew where you had gone.

And their reasoning for this?

Their godawful reasoning was this: if they took away Mukuro’s source of strength—his love, his beloved partner—then he would be weakened. Even worse if it was his beloved who committed the crime.

What they hadn’t realized was that to hurt the one being who held Mukuro’s entire heart, who knew his entire soul and had given him hers in return, was to awaken a monstrous, loathsome fury even Mukuro himself despised with every fiber of his being.

But unleash it he would if it brought you back to him.

A single drop spilled down the profile of his face, mingling with the blood that still coated his hand.

Before he knew it, Mukuro was standing in a pool of blood and butchery and torn limbs, crying shamelessly.

***

An address!

Tsuna had given him an address!

It seemed Don Vongola had, unbeknownst to Mukuro, set some of his finest men to the task of finding you, while the Mist Guardian looked on his own. It had taken some mighty work, but they did finally find you and as soon as they had a location, the men had passed it along to their boss, who had, in turn, given it to Mukuro.

Mukuro had raced off, but not before Tsuna had given him access to a private jet.

In a matter of hours they had arrived.

A small, aging town on the French coast.

Mukuro almost smiled.

You had always wanted to live by the sea.

He asked around for directions after not finding the address in the town proper. The locals led him out of town to a small, dusty dirt road. The house at the end of the road was the address he was looking for.

Mukuro all but ran, completely ignoring the golden countryside, with its meadows of wildflowers and waving grasses, trees dappling shade, and the smell of the sea breeze thick on the wind.

None of that mattered.

Only you.

A corner turned and there it was.

A small cottage one might see on a birthday card or in a children’s movie. Stone walls were framed by flowering window boxes, sunlight drifted through the tree leaves to twinkle on the window panes. White painted shutters on the windows were complimented by carved wooden accents.

Mukuro rushed forward to knock heavily on the door, the urge to see you quickening his actions.

Soon the door opened to reveal woman made more of wrinkle than skin with grey-white hair swept back into a loose bun.

Mukuro stumbled over his words, painfully sputtering out your name in his haste. At last, he was able to blurt five words at the patient woman. “Tell me she’s here! Please!” He demanded this desperately, truly not caring if he made sense.

The woman appraised him with a steady eye, determining his intentions.

Finally, she nodded and opened the door.

She did not let Mukuro in, as he expected, but instead stepped out of the house. The old woman made a motion for Mukuro to follow her and he did, even though the slow, ambling pace nearly killed him.

The woman led him around back.

“There,” she pointed and quickly left.

Mukuro walked a few steps forward.

A wry tilt caught the edges of a humorless smile.

Here you were.

Finally, finally you were here.

Knees hit the ground as he begged forgiveness.

He was sorry he had driven you away, sorry for leaving you at the mercy of heartless cretins, sorry he hadn’t tried to find you, sorry for your pain all those long years.

Could you forgive him? Could you ever love him again?

Tears met the dirt as his pain, your pain, and all the time he had lost mixed and fell from eyes too long burned with rage.

Cold marble embraced his hands as he clung to your grave and sobbed.

***

Some time later, when all his tears had dried on his face, Mukuro looked around to find a note several pages long had been left by his inert body, presumably by the old woman.

Trembling hands opened the folded papers.

               My dear Mukuro,

My love, my life, my heart. I love you. Don’t you ever believe for one second of any day that I ever stopped loving you! I love you with all of my heart, my soul, and everything that is me. With everything that I have, that I am, I love you.

Mukuro, love. I’m dying. I’m sick and the doctor can’t figure out why. So I’m dying and there’s nothing more to be said about that except for this: I have a few things I need to say to you before I go.

One: I know you’re blaming yourself, so stop. Did you hear me? No? Let me say it again: STOP IT RIGHT NOW!!!

This was no one’s fault but those morons who blackmailed me! (Are they dead yet? I told them you’d kill them if you found out. If you’re reading this I’ll just assume they’re good and dead by now. Good job! They deserved it!)

Now that you’ve found me, you have a new job: don’t blame yourself. Or at least try. My heart hurts at the idea of your unhappiness, so please try to be a little happy.

Two: Don’t abandon Tsuna. Whether or not that arrogant little Don admits it or not, he needs your support and whether or not your pride admits, you need him as well. So get over yourself and give Tsuna the time and energy you both deserve.

Three: I swear, if you hurt Chrome I will come back from the grave just long enough to kill you!

Let her know you care and for goodness’ sake take care of Ken and Chikusa because heaven knows they don’t know how to cook a decent meal!

Four: I love you. Damn, do I love you! I would love to see you just one more time. I want to hold you and your perfect face with your stupid perfect skin. Your stupidly gorgeous eyes and your fabulous hair. Your ridiculously hot cheese grater abs. Babe, I wanna bang you.

See. I knew you could smile again. Just wanted to make certain you knew it too.

Five: It’s going to be okay. I know it doesn’t feel that way and I really know how awful it must feel because every time I think about not seeing you again I almost lose it, but I promise you, I swear on every god in existence, on my cow, on my horse, on my father’s honor (what’s left, at least) that things will get better and someday you just might be able to see the sun and smile again.

Six: This is the last one. And I’m saying it because you need to hear it (even though you should already know this one).

I forgive you. For anything you’ve done. For anything you will do. For anything you think you’ve done, but really haven’t. I forgive you and love you and nothing you can say or do will change that. Just as you are forever mine, I am forever yours. This will not change. You are an amazing person and far more kind and brave and good than you realize. You are not a monster and you are so much more than some messed up experiment (and if you ever say that again, Reborn has been given my personal permission to shoot you in the butt).

You are my love, my one, the man I have chosen and, even if we didn’t get the chance to marry, you will always be the husband of my soul.

Oh! I have one more thing to tell you! I saved the best for last!

I’m pregnant.

Oh, love. I wish I could have stayed with you! Despite your objections, you would have made a wonderful father.

Mukuro heard a rustling behind him and as he read the next portion of the letter he became vaguely aware of yet more tears staining his cheeks.

Will make a wonderful father.

He’s yours.

He’s your beautiful son. I just found out he’s a boy last week.

I didn’t get a chance to tell you I was pregnant before I was blackmailed, but I was pregnant. I promise I’ll tell him all about you and make certain he knows you. I know you would have been here if you could.

I think I’ll name him Adrian. Adrian Rokudo.

Now, have fun and be happy with Adrian in your next adventure, father-to-be. Teach him all of your skills and give him two hugs and two kisses every day. One from you and one from his mother.

I love you. I’ll be waiting for you.

Goodbye.

Eyes streaming, Mukuro turned his head.

His breath was beaten from his chest.

Adrian looked just like him.

A tiny, miniature Mukuro stood before him gripping tightly to the old woman’s wisened hand.

But the eye that would have been red on Mukuro was a beautiful shade of light brown.

After a moment of nonplussed blinking, the boy smiled.

Mukuro felt weak in the knees and was grateful he was already crumpled on the ground by your grave.

Adrian had your smile. In every way, that smile was yours; the one he had missed for so long, the one he had loved and lost.

And now it was returned to him in the most unexpected of ways.

Suddenly the boy was on him, wrapping too small arms around Mukuro’s neck as tightly as the four-year-old could.

Thoroughly winded, Mukuro could only hold tightly to the boy, his boy, his son, as he cried and cried and cried and Adrian whispered in his ear over and over.

‘Papa! I love you! I missed you, papa!’