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This is in response to @yourmoontothenightsky ask:

Thanks again for the message!! Here’s what I got so far. First picture is supposed to be Fem!Tsuna and Male!Kyoko… Mukuro and Chrome could just do a faceswap lol. I don’t have anything yet for Lambo… and here’s a bit of explanation for my interpretation of their Fem!versions:

Gokudera - In canon, Shamal said that Gokudera imitated his hairstyle…because we all know Gokudera idolizes Shamal (at least during his childhood). For Fem!Gokudera, I think she will take Lavina as her role model instead and this is why she imitated her hairstyle (even without knowing that Lavina is her mom). To complete her punk look she also has dark, heavy makeup.

Yamamoto - Fem!Yamamoto maintains the short hairstyle because it’s better for playing baseball.

Ryohei - Similar reason as Yamamoto’s.

Hibari - I imagine Fem!Hibari would be like a yamato nadeshiko, complete with pale skin and long, dark hair, and has impeccable skills with tea ceremony, calligraphy, flower arrangement and biting people to death.

By the way, I was thinking of appropriate names for them and I just realized that Kyoko and Hibari could just do a name swap!! Sasagawa Kyouya and Hibari Kyoko rofl

※ Second part

anonymous asked:

whew! finally caught the ASK BOX!!!!!!! alaude + hibari + xanxus with rebellios tomboy s.o please??


~I have my own ideas of being a tomboy so if this is not what you had in mind, Anon, I’m sorry. Special thanks to Admins Enma and Chrome for helping me out with this ask. XD~

admin adelheid


Alaude’s eyes narrowed as soon as he entered the house. It felt empty despite the servants meeting him at the door. He turned to one and asked immediately.

“Where is she?”

The servant bowed. “The mistress is out in the field, master. It seems one of the fences has broken and the cows have gotten loose.”

Alaude needed no more explanation. He ignored the disapproval he caught in his staff’s tone because he really didn’t care. He married you because you were like this. Despite knowing that you will cause him eternal aggravation.

Rushing out into the field via the back door of the mansion he immediately spotted you. His breath caught at the sight you made. Hair in a tight braid wearing a tight set of pants and a dress shirt he recognized as his. You were atop a rocking, bucking horse that you were using to physically force the hordes of cattle back into their pen with the help of four other male hands. He ignored the lump in his stomach that feared for your safety. How those beasts could have easily crushed you if you fell from your horse.

The crisis was fixed in no time and he leaned back against the mansion wall as he watched you order the men to fix the fence as soon as possible. You were about to take your horse back to the stables when you noticed him staring back at you. Your bright, open smile almost made Alaude return it. It has always fascinated him how unafraid you are with expressing your emotions.

His eyes wandered over every exposed curve your clothes were revealing and just like that his worry melted into a fiery desire and he shot glares at the nearby males who had long known better than to ogle the master’s wife when she dressed the way she did. Besides they respected her too much. She had never acted inappropriately with them.

“Don’t tell me you’re mad.” You began as you came closer to him. “They would have destroyed the other fences if we left them like that.”

“I know.”

You eyed him knowingly though. “I’m sorry I worried you.”

“I know.” He frowned at you thoughtfully for a little bit before gathering you into his arms. “It was you, wasn’t it?”

You blink in confusion even as you relished in the warmth of his embrace. “I don’t think I understand what you mean. You’ll have to elaborate, my love.”

Alaude held you tighter. “You know what I mean. You were the one who shot that commander while he was meeting with that don and made it look like he was killed by the don’s Famiglia three days ago.”

“Oh?” you still feigned innocence. “Now why would I do that?”

“You’ve noticed how that Famiglia was gaining power through the military just as much as I had. You knew what was going to happen if they had the government at their back.” Alaude replied, squeezing you tighter against him and burying his face in the crook of your neck.

You push back and held your chin up high in defiance daring him to scold you. “Are you telling me this to reprimand me, my love? I didn’t think I had to explain my motives for wanting our Family safe.”

“Of course not. I’m here to give you Giotto’s thanks, to tell you that he worries so please tell him before you do something reckless again next time,” Alaude snorted. As if he would have married you if he could have controlled you so easily. He pulled your hips close and ground his arousal against your belly, enjoying the way your lips parted and your eyes darkened in desire as he did so. “And to make love to my wife…”


He had just turned the corner when he saw you knock a man unconscious with a steel chair. His blood ran cold, however, when another one crept up on you from behind with a large knife getting ready to disembowel you.

He moved without even thinking about it.

In one swift strike he drove his tonfa right into the man’s temple breaking the man’s skull in.

Your face brightened when you saw him. “Kyouya!”

He swallowed hard and dragged you towards him in an embrace that was borderline suffocating.

It felt as though he had wandered the Land of the Dead looking for you among the scattered corpses in the hospital. You told him you were going to visit a friend in this hospital today so when he found out about the massacre being planned just for the sake of getting rid of another mobster from another Famiglia to stop him from testifying Hibari rushed over, half dreading the sight of your mangled body decorating the ceiling.

“Kyouya?” You held onto him tightly, worried at how hard he was shivering. “Are you alright?”

Instead of answering your question he held you at arm’s length and furiously looked you in the eye. “What were you thinking, woman?! Did you know what kind of people these were just now?! You should have hidden yourself!”

You scowled right back at him, trying to ignore the fact that his grip was going to leave bruises in the morning. “I can take care of myself, Kyouya. Besides I was protecting my friends. I couldn’t just leave them behind like that!”

“Why didn’t you call me?!”

“My phone broke when I drove it into someone’s skull!”

Dammit! he brought you close to hug you tight again and screamed at you mentally through gritted teeth. Goddammit it stop this! Stop worrying me to death! I love you! Do you have any idea what would happen to me if I lost you?! Can’t you think about me just once for one damned second?!

But of course he didn’t say that. Not to you. He had known how you were when he fell in love with you. Your fire and your strong heart and the fact that you didn’t cling to him every goddamn time were one of the reasons he held you precious to him. He just wished he could bring himself to be just as strong as you and tell you just how much you meant to him. But he had no words. All he could do was hope you understood him.

“Fine. I’m sorry. I’ll be more cautious next time.” You whispered in his ear as you hugged him back.

Kyouya sighed in relief. It seemed as though you did understand, after all.


Everyone in the courtyard watched you take down a man twice your own size in the blink of an eye and look down at him as though he were a bug under your heel.

“Say that again, asshole,” you dared the man currently writhing in pain at your feet. “Tell me again how I have the Boss wrapped around my cunt?”

But the man couldn’t speak. After you drove your fist into his throat, everyone who saw doubted he’d be able to speak again.

“Another one?” Squalo sighed as you turned on your heel to head back into the mansion.

“Ushishishi~ This one actually had the balls to tell her to suck it.” Belphegor replied for you from the balcony above where he was watching. It was always fun to watch you lose your patience.

“Mou, these idiots~” Lussuria shook his head in exasperation as he retreated back to the mansion alongside you.

“Pay up,” Mammon told Levi who was shaking his head in annoyance. “I knew it was going to be the big guy.”

The usual protocol for having offended their Cloud usually came with a twenty four hour stay in the med wing. Without pain meds or any kind of treatment. If they were lucky that is.

You were in too bad of a mood to really care if anyone was staring or not. And now you were filthy too. You made your way back to your rooms, anxious for a shower. As you were taking your bra off you sensed more than heard a presence coming up behind you.

In one flowing motion you throw a dagger hidden in your waistband right at the trespasser. Only for him to catch it right before it took his eye out.

“That a way to greet me?” Xanxus asked, eyeing your topless form with more than a little interest.

You couldn’t stop the smile spreading across your lips, your eyes softening at the sight of him. “Hey.”

He smirked at you and carefully placed the weapon on your dresser as he approached you. “Heard about what happened in the courtyard.”

“Just a waste of time, don’t worry about it.” You told him, giving him a peck on the lips as your arms circled around his neck. “More importantly, we weren’t expecting you back till later tonight. Did the meeting go well?”

“Hn. As well as can be expected.” He replied staring at your face, his brow furrowed, his rough hands enjoying the satiny feel of the skin on your back. “Want me to shoot his face in?”

You snorted. “And how is that going to help me? It’ll just make things worse. Besides they were just new recruits who don’t know any better.”

“You’re going soft.”

“Am not. I just beat the idiot half into the afterlife, how is that soft? Besides, Squalo’s the one who gets to decide if he’s capable enough for the Family to hold onto or dispose of, not me.”

“You’re an officer, you get a say.”

“Not with these kinds of people I don’t. It’ll only give the recruits wrong ideas. Killing people is easy, killing ideas is a whole different shit fest altogether and I’d rather not deal with that.”

Xanxus scowled at that in displeasure because you were right. It was just that it was getting harder and harder to ignore how the new recruits keep on testing their dominance over you every single damn year. It’s beginning to get to him.

“What did this one say this time?” he couldn’t help but ask. There was always a different version every year. Mammon was probably keeping a list.

You chuckled. “That I’ve got you whipped because you can’t control me and keep me where I belong instead of ordering around my betters.”

“Ahhh… Sexist pig, huh?”

“Uh hm.” And then you gave him a mischievous grin, grabbed his arm and threw him over your shoulder making him land on the bed hard.

“The FUCK?!”

But then you straddled his legs and began pulling his pants down eagerly. Soothing the dark skinned Italian’s temper as you lovingly stroked his sex with both hands, already eyeing it hungrily. “Do you mind if I get dessert before dinner…?”

Xanxus threw back his head in a lustful laugh even as your head bent between his legs. If only those fuckers knew how much you liked going down on him despite your tough attitude outside they’d be jealous as all hell. It made him smirk in pride.

And then the room filled up with nothing but his groans, cursing for more.

Tsuna: I just cannot take any more surprises today.  Really I can’t.  Please don’t ask me to.

Hibari (completely deadpan): I’m a vegetarian.

(everybody stops what they were doing and stares)

Mukuro to Gokudera: Is he trolling us?  I can’t tell if he’s being serious or not.  Someone, please tell me he’s trolling.

Tsuna: *wails and flails*

Hibari: *smirks*

Here are some relationship stuff for these three awesome boys. Hope you guys enjoy these! [Admin E]

Gokudera Hayato-

  • Gokudera was super nervous when first asking you out, accidentally ordering you to date him. He was surprised when you actually agreed.
  • Gokudera pretends to be annoyed if you ask him for help or to have study dates, but he really likes them. It gives him an opportunity to show off his smarts and gives you an opportunity to see him in glasses.
  • He loves when you cook things for him. Gokudera is hesitant of your cooking at first (trauma from childhood), but when he realizes it’s not poisonous he’s crazy about your food. Lunch dates are his favorite.
  • Gokudera is generally embarrassed when you tag along with him and Tsuna, not wanting his boss to see his soft side.
  • Like I just said, Gokudera has a huge soft spot for you. He’ll let you hug him and hold his hand at school.
  • He really likes when you run your fingers through his hair and give him compliments.
  • The quickest way to his heart is if you learn some italian for him. Even just little endearments and phrases make him feel happy.
  • Gokudera will wrap his arm around your waist when walking down the street, wanting others to know you two are dating.
  • Also, you have to teach Gokudera how to kiss because all he can do is either really shy kisses or really hard kisses. He enjoys the moments in his bedroom when you both sit on his bed across from each other, you cupping his face and showing him how to ease into your kiss.

Yamamoto Takeshi-

  • Takeshi completely adores you and never gives up an opportunity to tell others that. He introduces you as his “sweet girlfriend” or “lovely (Y/n)”.
  • Takeshi enjoys PDA in school and out. He likes holding hands, linking arms, wrapping his arm around you and giving you little kisses.
  • He introduces you to Tsuna and everyone right away, always wanting you to hang out with his friends. Your opinion of them and theirs of you is really important to Takeshi.
  • Takeshi’s favorite moments are when you go to his baseball games and cheer him on. He can always hear you the loudest and refers to you as his “lucky charm”. He loves when you run to hug him after he wins. He picks you up and spins you around in a circle.
  • Takeshi is a warm person, so he likes cuddling under blankets with you. He prefers to be big spoon most of the time, but won’t mind being little spoon.
  • Takeshi gives the best piggyback rides, running faster even when you scream for him not to.
  • Takeshi pinches your side every now and then, throwing you a wink when he does it.
  • He also gives the BEST massages ever. Takeshi hates when you’re stressed and he can’t help, so he’ll give you a back massage.

Hibari Kyoya-

  • Hibari didn’t asked you out, he said, “Go out with me or else.”
  • You don’t really have dates, but just hang out with each other. Hibari enjoys your presence better than everyone else and likes you by his side. Although, he can act like a cat in terms of affection.
  • Hibari will pull you out of class just so he can use your lap as a pillow to nap. Most of the times he just lays on his back, but if he’s really deep in sleep he’ll curl up and put his arm over your legs.
  • PDA is not Hibari’s thing. He glares at you if you try to hug or kiss him at school. He has to be the scariest person in the school and that does not include getting kisses and hugs.
  • Although, in private Hibari will hold your hand indulge himself in some physical affection.
  • Honestly, it’s impossible to cover up the hickeys. If Hibari wants them to show, they will show. Sometimes a hickey escalates to a bruise from a bite mark.
  • Hibari is very protective of you, never allowing another person to ever touch you. He would never want to hurt you no matter what.
  • When Hibari first had feelings for you, he didn’t understand and sent you threats until he realized they were romantic feelings.
  • Hibari likes to cup your face and just look into your eyes. Usually you smile back and he lets you run your fingers through his hair and over his face.
  • You eat lunch everyday on the roof of the school. He brings you lunch every now and then, wanting you to do the same for him.
  • Later in your relationship, whenever you stayed in his office with him it turns into a makeout session. Sometimes it’s very sensual as you both lay on the couch. Other times it’s very hot and usually on his desk.
  • You have definitely broken school codes when you need more attention from your boyfriend. 

a-court-of-nightmares  asked:

Hi ! Can we get a continuation of the Vongola using the 10 yr bazooka and breaking up with their s/o but Intsead of acknowledging it and sadly moving on they try and win their s/o back ? For Tsuna , Hibari & Mukuro please ? ? Ps I would just like to say thank you to all admins running this blog. The query you held a little while ago was amazing and I took delight in reading all of it !


~I would like to thank the asker- a-court-of-nightmares- for this opportunity. Just so everybody knows I am absolutely honored to be taking this up where it left off. Admin Reborn is hella talented. Just for that I am breaking my rule of headcanons only. I can only wish that my writing this will do the ask justice. I hope you enjoy.

P.S.: In case you guys don’t know about the submission we are referring to then you can find it here:

admin Adelheid


Somehow Tsuna made it to the meeting place. He waved off the negligent attendant’s apologies distractedly and took a seat in the chair that had been reserved for him. Recklessly he ordered a bottle of brandy and a glass filled with ice hoping he could distract himself with enough drink to unsee what he had seen just a few minutes ago.

He wanted nothing more than to curl up in his chair back in the mansion with a bottle of better brandy than this shit he was being currently served and wallow in his defeat. He wanted time. Time to get over you again. Time to pick up the shattered pieces of the broken heart he now thinks he may have brought upon himself.

“Sir, the client has arrived.”

Tsuna looked up, his expression sour. His eyes widened however when he recognized the man who was now looking at him with hat in hand, shoulders and head bent in humility.

It was the man you were with out on the street earlier!

“Sir,” the escort still by your side began introducing the man. “He is the one asking for the loan extension.”

Tsuna kept his face composed and flicked his fingers imperiously, signaling for the man’s file and flipping through it half listening to the man’s pleas even as he fought the trembling in his body at being this close to the man that had been the cause of his doubt. Of his rage. Of his poor judgment.

He stopped flipping through the man’s file when he came across a photo of you. You were just sitting there at an outdoor café drinking your favorite iced latté exhibiting all the mannerisms possible on one still moment that Tsuna had remembered all too well. And again he felt like breaking down.

“I see you have a beautiful… fiancé?” he had to say the word through gritted teeth. It felt wrong, so wrong to refer to you as anyone else’s fiancé.

“Ah! Yes!” the man before Tsuna nodded eagerly. “She’s a beauty, isn’t she? Took me some time to get her but you know how women are. Give them enough time and they’ll eat right out of your hand if you tame them well enough, know what I mean?”

The insinuation made Tsuna sick and it was all he could do not to smash his fist into the douchebag himself however… another thought came to his mind.

“If I asked for her as collateral,” Tsuna began. “Will you sign her over?”

The attendant in the room stared at his Boss in barely concealed shock but it transformed into full blown disbelief when their client almost immediately nodded in agreement in a most eager fashion.

“Of course! No problem! I can get the money back in less than a month!”

The cold smirk Tsuna gave him should have warned him of his doom.

Tsuna had surveillance on you; detailing your whereabouts and habits. Making sure that your faithful fiancé did not pawn you off as collateral to anyone else which the man had tried to do several times trying to secure more money much to Tsuna’s disgust. It was only a matter of time before the month is up and not even a farthing showed up to save you from getting sold to him. He’ll take care to have the fool put in prison for embezzling later.

That night your fiancé surprised you by dressing you up and taking you out to dinner to a very fancy restaurant. It had been a while since he took you out claiming he had been busy with work. He had then driven you off to a five star hotel and you assumed he wanted to spend time with you there. You felt that nagging guilt in your heart that you were being unfaithful again. Unfaithful to the memory of the man who had thrown you away but you quashed that thought immediately. This was your life now. It did not belong to anyone else but you any longer.

The moment you entered the penthouse suite, however you were in for the surprise of your life. Because there, standing in front of the wide windows framing the city’s nightscape was the same man who had haunted your every wish every night since he broke up with you. Looking so much more mature, so much more tired and jaded and oh so handsome your heart couldn’t stop clenching painfully.

But your will was stronger now. He made you stronger by breaking up with you. So with a flaming gaze you stared right back at him with narrowed eyes.

“What’s the meaning of this?” you asked, still looking into those gold burnished caramel eyes you have missed so much. The fact that they shone with recognition of you made it hard for you to swallow the lump down your throat and keep a straight face.

“I’m sorry, my dear,” you turned just in time to see your fiancé backing out of the room looking guilty but much more anxious to get away than anything else. “But he owns you now.”

“Wha­―?” your words were cut off when the door closed behind him.

You ran and tried to open the door, wanting to demand an explanation but knowing deep inside your soul that you had been betrayed. However the door was locked from the outside. You have had your suspicions and you knew he had been having money problems. You just assumed he was over them when he took you out to dinner tonight. You never even suspected it was going to be your version of the ‘Last Supper’.

“It won’t open,” Tsuna’s voice behind you made your shoulders stiffen. He sounded so near. In your dreams it always seemed as though his voice sounded so far away from you. Like there was a chasm in between yourselves that you can never cross. “I have the only key card that will open that door from this side.”

You leaned your forehead against the door and took a few deep breaths to give you strength. Control, you needed control. You needed strength not to break down like a loser and keep at least a smidgen of dignity in this horrible, horrible mess.

“I am a person.” You finally say, straightening your shoulders but not yet turning to face him. She needed a little bit more time for that. “I’m not something you can own.”

“Really?” What happened to his voice? How could it be so low and yet still be so… Tsuna? It made every carnal part of you shiver in desire. How can he still do that after all these years? After all he’d done? “Your fiancé didn’t seem to think so. He was quite eager when I suggested he make you his collateral for the loan I lent him.”

You pursed your lips but finally managed to renege enough righteous indignation to turn around and finally face him. Your eyes defiant and stubborn, glinting in the candle light scattered across the room. “You tricked him, didn’t you? What did you do?”

Tsuna couldn’t stand being the object of your accusations. He had always been on the receiving end of your loving scrutiny. He was so shaken by your hate that his hand shook slightly as he reached for the bottle of champagne he had set on a nearby table along with a bowl of your favorite ripe strawberries. He drank an entire flute trying to avoid your gaze.

“What do you want?” you continued to question him, your voice beginning to shake with anxiety. “What are you going to do to me? Are you going to sell me into prostitution now? Are you going to make me pay you for every cent he owes you?”

“Don’t be ridiculous―”

“Then let me go―”

“I can’t do that―”

“Then what the hell do you want?!”

“I WANT YOU TO LOVE ME, DAMN IT!” he yelled as he threw the champagne flute on the floor, meeting your eyes with his burning ones, the brown disappearing in a fiery sort of gold that reflected his anger, his frustration, his unadulterated passion. “I WANT YOU TO LOVE ME!”

“I DID LOVE YOU!” you yelled back, the tears hanging on your lashes now as all the pain, all the confusion, all the betrayal gushed from your chest. “I LOVED YOU AND YOU THREW ME AWAY LIKE SO MUCH GARBAGE, TSUNA! YOU BROKE ME IN PIECES WHEN YOU LEFT ME! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LONG IT TOOK FOR ME TO PIECE MYSELF BACK TOGETHER?! DO YOU?!”


EIGHT YEARS!” you shouted back, cutting him off as you finally lose the battle with your tears, taking a step back when he took a step towards you. “EIGHT YEARS I WISHED EVERY NIGHT YOU’D COME BACK! EIGHT YEARS OF ALMOST GOING INSANE WANTING YOU! EIGHT YEARS TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT I DID WRONG!”

Tsuna pursed his lips in determination as he strode towards you. Teeth gritted, will resolved and heart hurting because it always hurt him when you cried. Always. Always.

“No! No no!” you tried to run away from his approach but he pinned you against the wall he caught you in front of and caught you in a kiss so filled with longing and want and need it made you lose strength in your limbs. By the time he released you all you could do was stare back at him in hopeless surrender, your tears trailing down your cheeks. Still angry, still scared to death, but still so hopelessly in love with him you could barely stand it. “What do you want from me, Tsuna? Please, I’m begging you… I won’t be able to survive this a second time. Don’t do this to me…!”

“Fuck destiny,” he muttered against your lips, breathing hard, pressing his body against you hungrily as he did so. “From now on, I’m making my own damn future.”

Tsuna then whisked you to the bedroom and took you on the bed with the urgency of a man who finally had what he wanted after a long, long time of being denied. He ignored your protests until they dwindled into moans and gasps and kisses and caresses.

To him whatever he said now was useless; he had already hurt you with words. From now on he will show you he wanted to keep you forever using his actions.


But even as he turned to walk away the images of that stranger wrapped around you so lovingly, your lips fused with someone else’s that was not him played like a mocking song over and over in his mind. It felt a lot like listening to that damn pineapple’s laughter.

It just wasn’t acceptable!

And he couldn’t help but realize he was being such a herbivore for running away when he could just get his revenge on the man who ruined his life by sending him flying off right in front of you before walking out of your life forever and end this undying regret!

This wasn’t him. This was not Hibari Kyouya.

He turned around, intending to put his thoughts into actions but the sight that played before him made Hibari’s whole being deflate.

“You son of a bitch!” Hibari heard you screech in that way that had always annoyed him back when you were together. You used it on him whenever he was ‘being particularly overbearing’ or so you might say. “What the hell did you think you were doing?! What part of “I am not interested in you that way” did you not understand?!”

“Come on! You’ve been single for as long as I’ve known you!” the man whined in frustration. “Give me a chance, damn it! Whoever it is you’re holding out for it’s obvious he’s never coming back!”

“That is none of your goddamn business!” you yelled back, voice even higher pitched than the last one before turning and preparing to walk away.

But apparently the infatuated pup was not ready to give up just yet and made another attempt to grab at you and before Hibari knew what he was doing, he had his fist dislocating the man’s jaw.

Hibari stared down at the man he had just knocked down cold, his mind a mess of jumbled thoughts of truths and facts that rendered him speechless and still now mocking him with even more malice than the sight of you wrapped up in another man’s embrace.

The truth that he made a mistake oh so long ago.

The fact that he had broken up with you for nothing.

He wanted to throw up.


He looked up at your whisper and you couldn’t help but gasp at the utter devastation you could see in his face. It was an expression you had never thought you would ever see on the visage of the Cerberus of Namimori. Your breath caught at your throat before reality caught up with you and you scowled right back at him, pursing your lips to keep them from trembling.

You didn’t want to remember anything anymore. It hurt too much.

“I’m calling an ambulance, I’ll tell the police someone mugged him. Get out of here.” You told him quietly as you took your phone out.

But he caught your wrist in his one large hand and then suddenly, his face was buried in the crook of your neck and your eyes widened at how cold his skin felt. At how much he’s trembling. His free arm wrapped around you so tight you just knew it would be impossible to free yourself from his hold.

He took your phone from your hand and dialed blindly. He then put it in his ear and waited for a familiar voice to pick up.



And this time it was your turn to shiver.  He was talking right against your skin; you could feel his lips softly brushing your neck like a new paintbrush and your tears sprang from your eyes as the memories started flooding in at how you owned them once. It was all you could do not to melt against him. It was all you could do not to surrender yourself to the feel of him so close to you once more.

Lord it’s been so long…


“Send a medical team over to the park. Someone’s probably in a coma.”

“Yes, at once.”

He dropped the phone on the ground without even bothering to end the call and wrapped his other arm around you. Just as tight. Just as desperately. And all you wanted was to revel in the feel of him, the scent of him against you and surrender everything that you worked so hard on to survive after he sent you away.

But you can’t. Because even though you were you, you will never be strong enough for this. For him.

“I think you better let go now.” You cursed at the lump caught in your throat that made it difficult for you to speak. You swallowed hard and steeled yourself up. Donning the invisible armor you had honed throughout these years. “Let go, Kyouya.”

He didn’t respond. All he did was hold you tighter and nuzzle his face against your skin like a puppy desperate for some form of affection. Wanting you to take him and give him a home.

And you understood that. You had always understood him despite his lack of words. It was the reason why you knew you loved him. Just one glance, one touch, one gesture and you knew what he wanted. What he needed.

There was once a time when you would have moved heaven and earth to make sure he got what he longed for. There was once a time when you would have offered a pinkie just to make him happy.

But it was different this time.

You understood but the wounds he left you ran far too deep; far too painful for you to risk yourself to the pain one more time. He had left you weak and wanting. He had managed to tear you apart.

“Please,” you begged him in a broken whisper even as you try to step out of his embrace, your tears already falling. “I don’t have another heart left to break.”

He clung to you and you bit your lip when he started trailing kisses against your neck in a desperate attempt to make you stay.


“I made a mistake. I doubted you,” you trembled at how hoarse his usually smooth voice sounded. It was as though he had been gargling glass all of a sudden and you felt your knees weaken at the raw emotion in his words. “But I need you. I never stopped wanting you. I never stopped loving you. I can’t let you go.”

He then pushed back a little to look you in the eye and the tortured expression on his face coupled by the grim resolution on his lips and the sheer longing in his eyes did you in. But the next words that came out of his mouth shattered you in a million little pieces and it was then and there that you knew― just knew― that you were already beyond saving from the influence of this man.

“I’m sorry.”


He made it as far as the restrooms before he felt his legs give out. Never before had he been so overwhelmed with such loss and longing that it rendered him almost incapacitated. Oh how the Skylark would have sneered at him if he could see him now.

But he couldn’t help it. He missed you.

Always, constantly, like a well worn song that was always on replay. These past ten years were a series of alternate contrasting feelings of him trying to crush your memory and clinging to it with every strength he had left.

Mukuro leaned his forehead against the mirror in front of the sink and allowed himself to wallow in the memories.

He could still remember everything clearly.

The sight of you, the feel of you, the scent of you…

Even after all these years― even after all the other lovers― he still wore your memory like a warm blanket against the cold loneliness he made for himself.

He punched the wall in an attempt to bury the emotional pain with the physical one. He failed miserably.

His contemplation was interrupted when the door to the restroom opened and the man you were with came in and went straight for a urinal. Mukuro observed him from his reflection in the mirror.

He looked like a decent sort. Not devastatingly rich but confident enough in his finances to wear branded clothing. He looked like every ordinary person Mukuro had ever seen on the street and he wondered what you saw in him. He wondered how you treated him.

The man finished and stepped beside Mukuro to wash his hands. He nodded politely at the illusionist as he ran his hands under the faucet and suddenly a furious jealousy rose like a tempest in the Mist user’s heart. Perhaps he can indulge one more time? What was one more sin on top of all the others he had already committed? Surely the universe could look away just this once?

Before he knew it he took over the man’s mind and rendered him insensate and took all his identification and keys. He sent Chikusa a text to tell his minion to pick up the man and take it to their hotel and have him stay there until further orders. Mukuro then gave the man a mental prompt to hide in a bathroom stall and lock it before conjuring up an illusion of the man to cover over his own appearance. Chikusa should be able to open the stall without any problems.

Mukuro then stepped out of the restroom and approached your patient self and his heart pounded in excitement when he saw you direct that tender smile at him again after all these years. The pleasure was so raw and aching it almost sent him on his knees. You allowed him to take your hand and Mukuro almost moaned when he felt your thumb circle the back of his hand as you both walked out of the library. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. He kept bringing your hand to his lips for lingering kisses. They still smelled so heavenly…

You both arrive in the apartment you were sharing with this man who’s skin Mukuro was wearing and again jealousy stabbed at his heart as he saw the photographs and all the little things that declared this place your love nest with that accursed stranger.

Mukuro wanted to destroy it all. He wanted to pour gasoline over every single available space and burn it to the ground.

“Darling?” Mukuro looked up at you with his eyes still in a blind rage at your call. You took a step back in fright at the murderous look in his eyes. He thought you were going to run but instead you stepped forward the way you have done with him all those years ago. And like all those years ago you held his face in your hands and caressed his cheeks soothingly. “Darling, is everything okay?”

Mukuro couldn’t help it. He looked into your tender, loving eyes and shivered like a man finally given warmth after being stranded out in the cold for too long. Your touch felt too good. Your voice made him bite his lip to stop himself from moaning out your name and letting go of his tears.

“Sorry.” He finally managed, kissing the palm of a hand still caressing his face. Taking a good long whiff of the scent that had haunted his deepest, darkest dreams all these long, long years. “I was just… Thinking.”

You pulled his head towards yours until your foreheads touched and you placed a tender kiss on his lips even as your eyes glowed with sad understanding. “Are you still thinking about my first love? The one I told you about last night?”

Mukuro’s breath caught. Were you talking about him?

“It’s alright. I made you a promise didn’t I? I’ll love you. I’ll love you as much as I can. And when we’re married I’ll forget about him. I promise.”

The words made the madness explode in his mind. Mukuro couldn’t take it anymore. With a dry sob he caught your lips in a kiss so hungry, so needy it almost tore you apart. His whole body shivered as you responded generously. Gracefully. Instinctively giving him the comfort you felt he desperately needed. He pushed you on the carpeted floor and tore at your clothes in his desperate need to devour you. To have you. To hold you. And you responded with gentle, calming caresses that drove him mad with want.

It made him insane. Insane that you would give all this to anyone else but him. Insane that he was not a good person who deserved someone as kind as you. Insane that being with you defied his law of karma.

Forget him? Forget him?

Fuck that!

“Darling…” you panted underneath him as he roughly pulled your skirt up. The straps of your dress already torn and fallen around your now exposed chest currently bruising from his kisses. “What’s going on? You’re acting strange…”

Mukuro responded by catching your lips in another bruising kiss and you arch your body underneath him, unable to control your responses to these familiar caresses… These familiar kisses… This familiar scent…


“Say my name…!” he begged against your lips as he began to slip your underwear down your thighs.

Suddenly you push him away from yourself and your eyes, no longer hazy with desire but now filling up with horrified realization, stared right back up at him. Your lips forming the only name that made sense in your mind.


Mukuro allowed the illusion over his body to melt off and showed you the need and fury on the face of the man who had never gotten over sending you away. He ripped your underwear off and pulled your legs apart before practically proceeding to tear his fly open.

He was beyond sanity, beyond reason. Before the only person he had ever wanted logic had no place in his mind any more.

“No!” you protested as you try to move away. “No, you can’t do this! Where is he?! Where’s my fiancé?!”

“He’s safe, my love, don’t worry. For now at least.” Mukuro replied, catching your thighs and dragging you back to him. The touch of insanity glinting in his eyes as he eyed your naked skin. “I should kill him for daring to even touch you.”

His smooth voice seduced you, called to you. Even after all these years of telling yourself you were over him that silky, breathy baritone still made you hot and wet and you felt shame at yourself. Because all of a sudden you now realize that no matter how much you loved the man you were about to marry you had never felt this much passion for him. He had never made you feel this insatiable fever. Never made you ache with both longing and need all at the same time in such an intense way that it felt like a descent to lunacy.

“No…!” you try to push away one last time. Attempting to salvage what dignity you have left. Attempting to save what was left of the broken pieces of yourself that you had managed to pick up after he left you, you close your eyes and try to blot out the image of him above you. Trying to deny he was here. Telling yourself you were dreaming. “He’s been kind to me! Patient with me! Don’t do this! You’ve already ruined my life once, don’t do it again! Please!”

Suddenly you stop struggling when you feel a few drops of wetness fall on your cheeks. Despite yourself you open your eyes and your gaze widened at the sight of the dreaded Rokudo Mukuro allowing his tears to fall as he stared down at you with angry passion.

“Did you think it was easy for me to make you leave?! I didn’t make you leave because I hated you. I saw a glimpse of a future and saw you’d be happier with a man who was a total opposite of me,” he hissed at you, eyes unblinking, expression tragic and breathing labored as he leaned above you. His eyes looking back at you clear and containing a raw, naked truth that pierced through you like a bullet. “I thought I was strong enough to let you go. I thought I could bear the loneliness as long as you were happy! But when I saw you earlier with him I almost died again. I’m not strong enough to forget you. I’m not strong enough to let anyone else have you. Why do you think I’m here?!

You couldn’t stop your tears from falling as another realization dawned on you.

You had always known he was a liar. You loved him despite all that. So when he broke up with you you were thrown into uncertainty. You didn’t know if he was lying about ever loving you or lying about tiring of you. Both sides of those lies hurt. Both thoughts almost brutally killed you. Now you know the answer…

But you are too scared to risk having your heart broken again.

“Please…” you beg even as you felt yourself crumble at the raw, aching emotions in his eyes, his lips, his very touch as he parted your legs even wider. “Please… If you have any mercy left… Let me go…”

“My love,” he whispered hoarsely even as he thrust himself inside you so deep he was buried to the hilt. You bit your lip as you try to hold back the pleasure threatening to overwhelm you. Your back arching off the floor like a puppet caught in this man’s strings. “You― more than anyone― should know that I am not a merciful man…”

anonymous asked:

Hibari saves a shy, petite girl from being harassed and unexpectedly become good friends. One day she gets hit by the Ten Years Later Bazooka and both of the younger versions realise that they are married in the future. Please write both sides/reactions!

Hibari knocked his tonfa over the man’s head, watching as his body hit the ground in an unconscious slump.  “What are you doing here?” he asked roughly to the girl. 

Gripping her text books tighter to her chest, her head down she squeaked out an answer.  “Heading home.  I stayed out later than I should have.”

“How far away are you?” Hibari asked, looking down the dark street.  His face scowled at the street lights not having turned on yet despite it almost being ten at night.

“Two streets away,” she responded, sneaking a quick glance at the boy.  

“Lead the way,” Hibari said, his eyes darting to the corner of the street where a group of older teenagers hung about.

The girl looked up, wide eyed.  “Are you sure, I can handle it?”

“No you can’t,” Hibari said bluntly.  “Now lead the way.”

Dropping her head, the small girl lead the way home, Hibari walking beside her, tonfa ready for anyone else that decided to pick a fight.

“And who might this cute thing be?” Mukuro teased, his finger on her chin as he grinned at Hibari.  

Hibari lashed out at the illusionist with his tonfa, “Leave her alone,” he growled.  “This fight is between us.”

“Let’s go *name*,  you don’t want to be around them when they start fighting,” Tsuna said, tugging her arm gently.  She followed him away, your eyes still glued to Hibari.  “Don’t worry, he’ll be fine.  He is the strongest after all,” Tsuna assured.  “Besides, he’s fighting for you too now, so he’s even stronger.”

Hibari’s side

Lambo came running through the school yard, bazooka in hand as he hunted down Gokudera for something the Storm Guardian did that morning.  Not finding him, Lambo decided to just shot the bazooka off at the nearest familiar face. 

Not catching it in time, Hibari watched as she went up in smoke.  Jumping to her side, Hibari watched as the younger her was replaced with an older version.

She stood there, slightly taller than him, a confused look on her face as her hands held her large stomach. Recognizing him, she smiled.  “So Lambo is responsible for this,” she said, looking at the small child and large bazooka.

Hibari’s face was glued to her large stomach as he noticed a ring on her finger that had small pink stones next to the large diamond, resembling sakura blossoms.  “Are we?” he started out.

“We are.  And in a month, our daughter will be born,” she smiled, rubbing her stomach.

Hibari continued to stare at her belly, his brain trying to comprehend what he just heard.  Several questions ran through his head, but the five minutes were up by the time he started to ask them.

Another poof of smoke surrounded her and the current girl he knew was back, her face stuck in one of shock.

Her side.

She didn’t know what happened, but she smelled smoke and then the schoolyard disappeared, only to be replaced by a neat looking office.  She looked around at the bookshelves and paintings on the wall before turning to see a man sitting behind a desk, looking at her curiously.

“Hibari?” she asked, confused.  He definitely looked like him, but he was older, several years older.

“Lambo,” the man sighed.  “Yes, I am Hibari, but ten years older than the me you know,” he explained.  “You were just starting to say something about how to decorate the nursery when you were switched with your younger self.”

“Nursery?” she asked, her brain jumping to conclusions.

“Yes, for our daughter.  She’s due in a month now,” Hibari said calmly.

“So we’re married, in this future?” she asked, sitting down on the couch.  “When did we-?” she started, not knowing how to finish that sentence.

“We started dating during high school,” Hibari said, leaning back in his chair.  “We married about three years after we graduated.”

“Oh,” she said, at a loss for anything else.  She opened her mouth to start another questions but the smoke surrounded her again, taking her back to her time.

“You should have seen your face, I think I broke younger you,” the older woman said, as she appeared back in her time.  

“I never had any thoughts of love or family back then, so it doesn’t surprise me.” Hibari said.  “Now what were you saying about the nursery?”

Hibari stared at the girl in front of him, his expression still one of shock.  “We-,”

“We do,” she finished, staring back at him, her face going red.

KHR Fairy Tale Fail AU #1

This purely crack KHR Fairy Tale AU is brought to you by I.W.P-chan, proceed at your own risk.

a KHR Fairy Tale Fail AU, where the main conflict in the AU is solved before the story’s timeline starts and practically NOTHING is like it seems.

*clears throat*

- So, like, there is a story going around about a princess sleeping in a tower and guarded by a dragon, and only a True Love’s Kiss can wake her.

- Dino, prince Cavallone, is sent to look for and wake the princess under orders from his tutor, Reborn.

- He is accompanied by Kyoya, because DRAGON

- On the way there, they meet Cozart, prince Shimon (the Shimon are royalty but they kind of… aren’t in the spotlight three quarters of the time), and his perverted horse, Giotto.

- “EXCUSE YOU! I’M A UNICORN!” Giotto slams his front hooves on the ground then tosses his head up, his blond mane flying in the air, and in the middle of his forehead a horn appears mysteriously, a golden horn that somehow gives a rainbow-glow.

- Giotto, the perverted unicorn, keeps making dirty ‘riding’ jokes.

- “You rode my ass so hard, I can’t walk anymore.”

- “Giotto, I told you that we had to reach X town before nightfall. It’s not my fault that you stopped to make flower crowns.”

- “But they were pretty flowers. They match your hair too!”

- Cozart and Giotto are going in the same direction as Dino and Kyoya, and decide to tag along, Cozart wants to check out the 'sleeping princess business’, Giotto wants to check out the 'dragon’ business.

- Once they reach the town the tower where the princess is in is supposedly close to, they part ways.

- “Cozart found a pretty young thing, what do I doooooo?”

- Giotto wails

- “I never knew Cozart was so arrogant he was into cute guys who look just like him.”

- “But…”

- “Who doesn’t want two identical guys to ride them at the same time?”


- So, after Cozart leaves with a 'peasant who looks so much like him like w o w’ and Giotto. Dino and Kyoya proceed towards the tower.

- There is no dragon, Kyoya is disappointed

- They find the princess sleeping inside. Looking so innocent and pure, with long brown hair, soft features, and a sleeping cat cuddled next to her.

- Wonder of wonders (or maybe not) it’s Kyoya who wakes her with a kiss… on the nose (because her nose is cute, shut up Dino)

- The princess opens her pretty amber eyes (her cat wakes up with her) and coos at Dino and Kyoya.

- So, the princess knows only how to coo or slightly growl and to say her name (Tsuna Vongola) and her cat’s name (Rica)

- Kyoya thinks it’s cute

- He is smitten with her

- Dino thinks that THAT is cute

- And wow Tsuna is from the Vongola clan

- THE Vongola clan

- Holy shit

- Dino nearly loses his mind

- As the three are on the way back to the Cavallone kingdom they meet up again with Cozart and Giotto and Enma (the 'peasant’ and wow does he look just like Cozart) and come across the 'witch’ who supposedly cursed Tsuna to sleep.

- They leave Tsuna with the other three and go to confront the witch


- The witch confesses that they didn’t curse anyone. That the Shimon royal family owed them a favor. And when the witch came to collect, they picked a very difficult task and so the Shimon hesitated to do it. The witch didn’t like it so they took the second prince hostage and put him in a tower (“Tsuna is a guy?”) to motivate the Shimon to perform the task. And the Vongola (who are apparently retainers for the Shimon??? Dino is shocked) sent one of their own to keep the prince company (“Where does that put Tsuna?”). The prince couldn’t leave the tower or else he’ll be bound to a marriage contract with the witch- that is until his brother, prince Shimon who was sent to do the task, did what the witch asked.

- So the prince stayed there until recently after his brother finished the task and then came and took him.

- “Who’s the prince who was held hostage?”

- “You don’t know? You were in the tower, and were just with him.”

- “I’m talking about prince Cozart’s brother, prince Enma. You know, red hair, red eyes with compass-like markings instead of pupils.”

- “Wait, what?”

- Dino and Kyoya run outside to see Tsuna growling at them with a wide smile before turning into a terrifying dragon right in front of their eyes. Tsuna snatches Enma, Cozart and Giotto, gives Dino and Kyoya a vicious grin full of sword-like teeth and flies off.

- Dino looks at Kyoya to see him stare at Tsuna with wide eyes and a blush on his cheeks.

- Dino sweatdrops.

- And then panics.

- “What am I supposed to tell Reborn?!”

anonymous asked:

Ok but Dad Reborn raising Fem Tsuna, braiding her hair, letting her paint his nails, wearing a bracelet she made for him, Tsuna making Leon a scarf for winter. Biromantic Fem Tsuna bringing home attractive friends and Reborn being a suspicious over protective dad. With godparents Lal and Colonello-Kes

I don’t usually like genderbends but holy shit this is TOO ADORABLE!!!

And since we’re making Tsu a girl, let’s go ahead and even the odds in his guardians:

Boys: Lambo, Mukuro, Hayato, Takeshi

Girls: Chrome (obv), Tsuna, Ryohei, Kyoya

- Hayato gets really flustered the first time he sees Tsuna in dying will mode, so the first thing he does after he accepts her as his boss is to buy her some inflammable boxer shorts and a camisole bra because that’s hella better than her in her panties and the cute frilly bras she likes to wear

- Reborn raised Tsuna to be able to kill anyone who even looks at her funny, and they’ve never really been too hung up on nudity/revealing clothes, which is why neither of them are exactly disturbed by the consequences of dying will mode. It’s a necessary step to take so that her body gets acclimated to using so much sky flames in such a short time, before she starts using hdwm.

- Students at school start calling Tsuna a slut because of her running around half-naked, and none of her guardians are having any of that. They know Tsuna can look after herself, but she shouldn’t have to all the time. They see how much it hurts her, and they don’t want anyone hurting their Donna. So they fight. And they send anyone to the hospital for so much as breathing funny around her.

- Sasagawa Ryouka is captain of the boys’ boxing team because she’s so powerful that none of the girls could give her a decent sparring match. She eventually starts a movement that ends up making all the clubs in her school (and later in all of Japan) co-ed.

- Ryouka immediately LOVES Hibari because her name is Kyoko and she has the same name as Ryouka’s little sister and obviously anyone named Kyoko has to be a good person.

- Chrome is a lot more outgoing because there are other girls in her immediate group of friends and even though she’s still closest to Mukuro, she gets along better with the other guardians instead of always being grouped together with Kyoko and Haru who, while good friends, aren’t exactly part of Tsuna’s inner circle.

- Big sister Ryouka who is gorgeous and buff and doesn’t care much for dressing up (is in fact mistaken for a guy pretty often) but is so caring and protective that a lot of girls actually have huge crushes on her even though she’s also really loud and kinda annoying.

- No slut-shaming or pressuring girls into things at Nami-Chuu because if you do Hibari Kyoko will rip your fucking throat out and she’s absolutely gorgeous but everyone is fucking terrified of her.

- Tsuna still has a crush on Kyoko. And once Ryouka becomes her guardian, she also has a crush on her for like an hour because Ryouka’s so pretty and amazing. But then Tsuna learns to love her like a big sister.

- Most of the girls in Tsuna’s group are completely shameless and it’s beautiful. If Ryouka needs a pad, she will literally yell down the hall to ask Tsuna if she has one. Chrome is completely mortified at first because her mother raised her not to talk about girl things and to be docile and quiet and obedient. After spending time with Tsu and the others, she learns to get over it.

- Tsuna’s guardians totally have sleepovers at her house all the time, and Reborn doesn’t give a shit that there are boys sleeping over at his house or that they’re all so affectionate with his daughter because he handpicked Tsuna’s guardians and he knows none of them would ever do anything untowards to her. And not to mention that he knows they’re all kinda terrified of him.

- On Valentines day, they all totally pretend to be couples in order to get better deals at restaurants and the amusement park and stuff. Usually the pairings are: Mukuro and Chrome, Hayato and Tsuna, and Takeshi and Ryouka, but sometimes they mix it up just for the hell of it and it often leads to hilarious results. Everyone at school is confused about who’s going out with who. 

I’M SO SORRY KES. I know you wanted cute arco!parents and lil Tsu, but the plot bunny got away from me XDDD

This AU is from now on gonna be the genderswap AU and will be added to my AU list shortly. Ask my more about it if you guys want!!!

by @niumiu

Hibari, Yamamoto and Mukuro getting jealous when someone is hitting on their ex and now they want her back


He knew that the decision he had taken before was the right one. He knew it.

The relationship between you both reached a point where he felt like he was being tied down. Marriage? That’s not what he wanted when he started dating you. Yes, Tsuna and the other talked about how, since you both were dating for years now, you should marry.

Nonsense. He decided that if that was what you thought too, then he should end the relationship. Unfortunately, your answer to this matter was that you agreed with them.

Hibari knew that the decision he took that day when he left you had been the right one. He knew it, but as much as he hated to admit, he regretted it now.

Seeing you radiant again, buying flowers from a flower shop, made him remember all the years that you two spent together, and all the months that he spent alone. Made him regret for once a decision that he had taken.

What was wrong with him?

He didn’t know and it really didn’t matter much. His priority was to take you away from the man that had approached you, said something to you and made you laugh. And you smiled at him. That smile was not meant for anyone but him.

Self-control? There’s no such thing.

He stalked all the way from across the street, to inside the flower shop that you were. He would not watch a man hit on you from a glass and go on with his day. He may have committed a mistake but he was not going to let that go on.

The bell of the door rang, making you and the man look at him.

“Hibari?” You asked with genuine shock.

“Come with me.” He said and wrapped a hand around your waist, dragging you away from that man.

You really didn’t know what that was about, or what your ex, who had clearly broken up with you was doing there. That shock kept you going with him, you were too accustomed to his touch, but just when you were near the door, you came to yourself.

“Wait, what are you doing?” You said pushing him away.

“Do you know him?” The man said meaning to go help you but stopped on his tracks under Hibari’s murderous glare.

“Yes, and I thought I wouldn’t be seeing him again.” You said throwing him a hurt look. “You were very clear when you said it was over.”

“I want you back.” He replied bluntly.

Damn, that took down all of the weak defenses that you had put up. Why was he always so direct like that?

“Oh… Well… Then… I-I have to think about that Hibari…” You said.

A smirk spread through his lips and he grunted in response. Damn, he knew how weak you were for him. That bastard.

“I will pick you at eight.” He said and then walked out of the door.

You stood reactionless, when it finally settled in what he had just done.

“Damn Hibari, you can’t just do that to me.” You muttered to yourself and hid your smile with one hand.

You couldn’t lie, you were happy that things turned out this way.



Yamamoto could understand when you asked for some time. He could understand when you said, after said time, that you wanted to go. He could understand your reasons for breaking up with him, after all.

You said that he didn’t spend enough time with you. That you felt like being pushed aside by all his work.

He could understand you, but he knew that he could have done more. He could have prevented the break up. It was not like he couldn’t find that time for you that he wanted so much, but he thought that he wouldn’t miss you when you were gone. You had been dating just for a few months anyway.

Oh, boy, how he was so wrong.

Now that he saw you so beautiful, even in the dim light of that club, sitting by the bar counter and tapping your foot on the ground with the song’s rhythm, he saw how wrong he was.

It’s been what? A week since you broke up with him?

Just a week, and there wasn’t a single night that he didn’t think about you when he went to sleep.

He didn’t know how to approach you about it, though. Would you even be willing to give him another chance?

However, he didn’t have much time to think about it. A man had approached you and he could see from afar that he was trying to make small talk with you. You tried to be polite with him, but your body language was showing that you weren’t comfortable with the entire situation.

As the man failed at each second to take the hint that you weren’t interested, Yamamoto’s rage flared and decided to take the lead.

He walked from the corner where he was to you. You lifted your eyebrows in surprise when he put an arm protectively around your shoulders and pulled you slightly into his chest.

“[Name], is this man bothering you?” He said with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. They were cold and focused on the man.

You didn’t know what your ex was doing at that club and you didn’t want to consider the possibility that he had been stalking you. Yamamoto wasn’t the kind of man who would do that.

However, you were grateful for his appearance, because the man that approached you was getting creepier by the minute. You knew your ex-boyfriend well enough to know that you had to mind your words, otherwise that man wouldn’t live to see another day.

“No, baby. He’s just making small talk.” You replied with a nervous smile. You were afraid that the man would try to say anything else, but seeing Yamamoto’s creepy smile he finally took the hint and left you alone.

With a sigh of relief, you pushed Yamamoto away slightly. It didn’t take you much effort to do it. He easily slid the arm out of your shoulders, but didn’t leave.

“Look, Yamamoto. I’m thankful for your coming, but that doesn’t change anything between us.” You said getting up from your bench, ready to leave.

“[Name].” He called and you had to look back. Why was he using that voice tone with you? He probably knew that you were weak for him. “I miss you.”

“I… Takeshi I took my decision. I’m not going back.” You tried to be firm but you felt your voice and willpower wavering.

“I know. I don’t want to go back.” He replied.

That took you by surprise. “Then what do you want?”

“I want to start again.” He said with his most powerful and heart melting smile. There goes your willpower.

“Will you, at least, give me the time that I asked for?” You asked.

Yamamoto took your hand in his both and looked right in your eyes. “I will give you everything that I can. I promise.”



You both broke up on good terms. Not what you wanted, but you couldn’t really disagree. Mukuro was that obsessed with your safety. He thought that it was better for you not to be with someone like him.

That was what he was thinking about when he saw you enter the ball so radiant on your dress. You both agreed to go on your own ways, he thought as he sipped on his wine. You both agreed, he thought, and his grip on his glass tightened when a man approached you.

It was a peaceful agreement between you both, and he didn’t regret the decision, but could you at least not laugh that way at the man’s words? Could you at least not have that glint on your eyes that told him that you were delighted with the attention? Could you at least not slap the man’s arm playfully?

Oh, you could, but you wouldn’t. He noticed that when you threw a glance and a teasing smirk at him. So you had perceived his presence there at all.

He smirked back at you. He didn’t regret his decision. Not at all.

The music started playing and the man clearly asked you a dance. Your smile widened and you looked at Mukuro when you took the man’s hand. Someone made a comment about Mukuro’s glass being about to break with the strength that he was holding it, but his brain didn’t quite process.

His eyes were focused on you, and solely on you.

You spun around the dance floor, guided by the man. Appearing and disappearing behind the couples, your dress flowing around your knees. A cut on the side of the skirt showing your thigh in a rather provocative manner, made him remember the times where he had seen more than just your bare thigh.

Fuck, he regretted making that decision.

He shoved the glass on someone’s hands and stalked to you and your partner. The man’s face was getting dangerously close to yours.

“Kufufu, would you mind if I borrowed your partner for a while?” He asked putting a hand on the man’s shoulder and stopping you both. The man recognized him quickly, nodded and just released you, making his way out of the dance floor quite in a hurry.

“I don’t think I’ve agreed to dance with you.” You said putting a hand on your hip.

“Would you give me the honor of this dance, [Name]? For the sake of the old times?” He asked extending a hand and waiting with a smile.

“Well, there’s a reason they’re called ‘old times’. If I remember correctly, you said that it was over.” You replied but took his hand anyway.

“If you agree,” He said starting to spin you around. “We could make the old times return.”

“Oh, so you regret your decision?” You asked raising an eyebrow.

“Besides, you still like me.” He replied ignoring your question.

“Do I, Now?” You said with a chuckle.

“Yes, and I can convince you of that.” He said tentatively.

You didn’t know what he was planning, but you didn’t really accept to be left behind by him and you wanted to see how he was going to convince you.

“Very well, convince me then-”

You didn’t quite finish talking when he pulled you into a searing kiss that sent a wave of warmth through your body. You didn’t want to admit it, but you really missed your ex-boyfriend’s kisses.

When he let you go, you had to find your air again between pants and gasps, but you weren’t ready to give up now.

“I might need some more convincing.” You said.

He chuckled. “I have the entire night for that, my dear.”

Thank you very much to @absolute-exclusivity@gokuderas-ponytail​ and @sociallyawkwardplushie​ !!! These kind of messages always make me feel all fuzzy and warm inside.

Since Tsuna’s taking a break, here’s the guy who will thank you instead — Kyouya dressed as a herbivore:

… I guess thanking people isn’t really in Kyouya’s vocabulary.

anonymous asked:

So, your ask box says open, I hope it's ok to send a request. Ok, so how would the Vongola/Varia and Byakuran react to their son/daughter reflecting their dead s/o. Like their s/o died from whatever you want (illness, accident, attack, giving birth, idk...) and the kids one day just do/say something their mothers used to and their fathers cant help to remember them. Also for Lussuria you can decide if their s/o is male/female, there's always adoption haha.

So I may have gone a little crazy on this reactions and turned them into scenarios - except for Ryohei, Lambo, Levi and Fran who gave me way to much trouble (because I am very horrible at their characters).  So those four have reactions.

Tsuna:  (I couldn’t work it into this scenario, but “you” died in childbirth…)

When his sixteen year old daughter came home from school to tell him about how the cute boy that sat next to him asked her out, he thought nothing he could shock him more.  And then she turned to him with a conspiratorial smile that looked so like you that he thought he was looking at you for a second.  

“He’s kinda cute, so like, of course I said yes.” Looking at him, she picked up that something was off.  

“Everything okay, dad?” Her concerned expression replaced that smile and just like that he was reminded that it wasn’t you.  

“Yeah,” he tried not to let her know how all the air had been shocked out of his lungs for a minute and he was struggling to talk right now.  He sat next to her on her bed, ignoring the confused expression on her face.  “You know, you look just like your mother?”

The confused expression didn’t completely leave her face, but a smile over took it.  “You think so.  In all the pictures around, she always looked so pretty.  So are you sure?”

Tsuna couldn’t stop himself from pulling her into a hug – and he was thankful that she let it happen, normally getting his daughter to allow a hug when she spent her childhood rough and tumbling with all of the other Vongola children was difficult to say the less.  “All the time.  


It had only been two months since the attack, and Gokudera didn’t think that he was ever going to be able to move on.  As he sat next to the bed, trying to get his eight year old and five year old into bed, he was reminded more than ever how much he had relied on you.  The little girls were not interested in going to sleep and he had no clue how to get them to do as he said.

“Read one more story, daddy?”

“Pleeeeeeaaaaassseeee?  With a cherry on top?”  

The two girls looked at him with equally beseeching expressions.  And it was getting hard to say no, especially when the expressions were so close the ones you would give when trying to tease him.  

“One more,” he agreed, a choke of tears in his voice that he was fighting to keep from his daughters’ notice.  He didn’t know how, but he managed to finish the short story they had chosen, and fled the room before he could get roped into another.

Sitting on the bed, that seemed so much larger now that you weren’t there, he finally let the tears come.  He didn’t know how he was going to do this.  


After you had died in the accident, Yamamoto had made sure to fill his home with all the pictures of you that he could find. From the oldest (at fourteen) down to the youngest (at six), he had put pictures with you and them in each of the kids’ rooms.  He wanted to make sure that you had as much of a presence in their lives, even now, as he could.  

Because through your kids, your presence could never dim in his life.  Your oldest son had your easy going smile, the twelve year old girl your fighting spirit, the two nine year old boys had the sass and mischievousness, meanwhile the six year old daughter had the exact same eyes.  At first, constantly being reminded had hurt at first.  

His own mother dying when he was very young, he had hoped that none of his kids would ever have to go through the same thing. Getting ready for the funereal, seeing all of them dressed in black and looking somber, Yamamoto would have given anything to have you there again.  Instead, he forced them to go back up and change into your favorite colors – you would have hated seeing them like this, he could, at the very least, change that.  And it had caused quite the commotion at first, but everyone who had known you, took one look at the bright colors and their smiles were a little less sad…

And then, the funeral was over and he had gone home, praying for guidance to try and figure out how he’d he get through without you.  And then four years had passed, and his oldest son – still with your brilliant smile – was leaving for college, and his sixteen year old had already been suspended half a dozen times for fighting off the school bullies, his thirteen year olds’ mischievousness was legendary throughout the Vongola and their allies, and then the youngest now turning 10, still had those bright eyes that always sparkled.  

And still, every night when they were hanging around after dinner, one of the kids would ask for another story about “mom” and he would happily oblige.  Making sure your kids knew how wonderful you were, what an amazing person you were.

He made sure to stop by your grave weekly, usually by himself but it wasn’t rare for one or more of the kids with him, making sure to tell you about everything that had happened since the last time he had been there.  And he always remembered to thank you for those five perfect miracles you had given him. Because looking at anyone of them, he was always reminded of you – always feeling your presence right there in his life, through the smiles and laughs of his boys, and the spirit and gaze of his daughters.  


Ryohei, from the very beginning, is going to appreciate those resemblances, those moments where he catches a glimpse of his dead wife in his child.  He’ll have figured out the things that make those moments happen and will do what he can to make them happen all the time.


For a while in th+e beginning, it brings tears to Lambo every time he sees the connection.  And then he comes to really appreciate it.  He’ll probably say something about them resembling their mother every day at least once.  And he’ll always be sharing stories to make sure that the kid(s) know all about their mom.


“Father, may I ask a question?”  Hibari looked at the serious expression of the eight year old, and decided it was probably important enough to put aside the paperwork he was going over for the Foundation.

“What is it?”  He nodded for the boy to sit down across the table from him.

After gracefully sitting down opposite him, the boy put a piece of paper on the table. “My assignment from school was to write out five traits about each of my parents.  I have already finished yours, but I don’t remember Mother’s.”  He looked at his father expectantly, pencil poised over the paper.

Hibari felt it hit him like a ton of bricks, sitting there, ready to take notes, the young boy with your eyes looked exactly like you when you had helped him out with paperwork.  The memory reappearing out of nowhere made it hard for Hibari to breathe, but he pressed through and gave the boy a list of your five best characteristics.

He was thankful that his son left as soon as he thanked him for the help, because already he could feel a prickle of tears at the back of his eyes.  He snarled in frustration as he wiped them away.  He thought he had finished crying over you, when you had died in the accident five years ago.  Tears weren’t suited for a carnivore – but no matter how hard he thought that, or how he tried to force them away, they wouldn’t’ stop coming.  


When you had died of an illness, Mukuro hadn’t known how to respond.  He wished it had been something violent or an accident, anything other than natural causes. Anything else, he could have blamed someone.  Anything else, he could have gotten vengeance – could have responded in a way that he understood.  But this, he could do nothing but numbly hold your five year old daughter at the funeral and watch the casket being lowered from sight, hands tightening on the little girl in his arms.

When he put her to bed the night after, he hadn’t bothered to hide the sadness in his face – after all she was tired and probably wouldn’t pick up on it.  And he had been putting on his “brave” face all day, he was tired of it.  He needed a chance to let it all out.

As he lowered the girl into her bed, kissed her forehead and said goodnight, he hadn’t expected her to grab her hand. Looking back, he was surprised to see her looking very concerned (at least, as concerned as a five year old could). “It’s a’right, babbo.  It’s going to be a’right.”

Looking into the concerned eyes of the five year old, who was gently patting the hand she held, Mukuro felt his knees buckle as he slumped to the ground next to her.  He was just reminded of you right in that moment, that comforting sympathy that you always approached him with.  

Wrapping his arms in a hug around her, Mukuro finally let the tears fall that he had been holding back ever since he had said goodbye to you.  He could feel her patting his back, most likely incredibly confused, but still offering uncomplicated sympathy.  


Xanxus didn’t appreciate his three boys having so much of your sense of humor.  It had been one of the reasons that he had been so attracted to you.  A spitfire that always had something to say, no matter the occasion, and never one to be above making a joke about the mafia, you had grabbed his attention the first time you had met him.  And life had never been boring with you.  

And then there had been an attack.  You had traded your life in exchange for you sons – and while Xanxus would never blame his boys’ for it, every time one of them would make a smart ass comment and then smirk that goofy ass smirk (because you hadn’t been able to ever make a smirk work…always cracking yourself up before you could really do it), he felt like he was seeing you for a second.  And it hurt.  Damn it, it stung.

And it wasn’t just one of them…  Somehow, all three of them had avoided inheriting his bad attitude and had gotten your upbeat, ridiculous sense of humor – determined to find the humor in any situation.  And they had been close enough to you, that in addition to just generally having the sense of humor, sometimes the things they said – if Xanxus closed his eyes, he could hear that same comment in your voice.

“Don’t you three have something else to be doing?” Xanxus growled, watching them as they lounged on the couch in his office, all three trying to see one phone.  Apparently, one of his seventeen year old sons was asking a new girl out – and getting hints for the other two.  (Not that Xanxus would follow any of their advice…)

“And miss out on seeing your handsome face, dad? Never?” The oldest replied with a winning smile which could have been considered innocent if it was on anyone else besides one of your children.

“Idiot.”  There was no bite to his tone, because no matter how much it hurt, Xanxus would never give up being able to see those stupid expressions of yours on any of the boys’ faces.  Anyway, seven years was doing a lot to numb the pain to a manageable degree.  

(“I know he is, but what about us?” The youngest gestured to himself and the one in the middle, who grinned as the oldest brother took offense to it.)


Dying in childbirth, it seemed as though your legacy would also die out as well.  You lived in such a violent world where death was so commonplace that it simply became easier to forget about those who had already passed on.  Looking at all your older children, Squalo knew it wasn’t going to happen.

Every time he turned around, it seemed, he was reminded that his kids were half yours as well.  For every feature of his inherited, there was one of yours, just as obvious.  It was as if, even from the grave you were determined not to let him forget you.

It had hurt, in the beginning.  He had been pained having to see all these reminders of yours, when he would never see the real you again.  And then time had passed and the pain numbed ot a manageable level and it became comforting.  He knew that though his kids, for as long as he’d live, he wouldn’t forget your smile on your accent your eyes or your laugh.  


It’s really hard for him – and it never really gets easier.  However, he still treasures the moments as they happen and makes sure that if it’s like an expression or something they do, he’ll get a picture of it, probably to put on his wife’s grave or something – so they “can see it too. 


“Daddy,” the little seven year old yelled out from the master bedroom.  “Daddy! Come look at me!”

Lus was running there as soon as he heard his daughter’s shout.  And came to a full stop as soon as he entered the room.  His beautiful little girl had somehow managed to get into the part of the closet in the master room where Lus had kept some of your favorite outfits.

And there in the middle of the room, was his daughter standing in one of the dresses, balancing precariously on a pair of heels.  She had a big grin on her face as she looked up to meet his eyes.  “What do you think, Daddy?  Do I look pretty, like Mommy did?”

Lus was by her side in a second, wrapping her up in his arms.  “Of course you do, darling.  You look more and more like her every day.”  He held her close to him for a second before letting her go so that he could take some pictures quickly.

She never found out, but he kept those pictures right next to pictures of you in the same outfit, the same brilliant smiles adorning both faces.


When you had died during childbirth, Bel was angry. He was angry at you, for daring to die. He was angry at the young boy who had entered the world as you had left, for taking you away from him.  He was angry at himself…he had played a certain role in all of this.  

It had taken a while before he had learned to accept the young boy who had taken your place, and even at first, he hadn’t been thrilled with it.  (He had turned out just fine without an active father…why wouldn’t his son be as well?)

And then he was watching the baby play with some stupid toy someone had given him, and the child, as if sensing his father’s gaze, looked up.  And right there, staring back at Bel was your eyes.  That beautiful color, full of life, it was like looking into your eyes and Bel’s anger dissipated like that.  

It soon became a common sight to see the Varia’s Storm strolling around the Varia Castle, holding the baby on his side – as he pointed things out and was constantly “teaching” the boy how to be a prince.  The baby, meanwhile, had no clue what was going on, but was always giggling and babbling around in his own way.  

“You will never forget that you’re full royalty. You had me for your father and a princess for a mother.  You won’t do anything to tarnish her legacy.  Do you understand?  You do? Good.  Now, you must learn that these other peasants that surround us are peasants.  Don’t smile at them.  They don’t deserve it.”


Fran’s just going to try to ignore the resemblances between his child(ren) and his dead wife.  It hurts – but he’s never going to show it.  At the same time, he’s not going to point out the resemblances – other people can, and he won’t really comment on it, or will make a sarcastic comment in return.  If specifically asked by his child, he’ll be truthful but won’t really expand on it or anything.


Byakuran had never expected that he would have to raise the twin boys by himself.  Not when the two of you had planned the future out together, how the two of you would take care of your sons, and the family trips you would take.  He didn’t want to do that by himself.  He didn’t think he could do that by himself – not with two thirteen year old boys and no you in sight.

When you had died, an unpreventable accident, he had thought that he would never be able to move on again.  But he found out that he had to move on.  That he had to keep going for his boys’ sake.  And it was the hardest thing he had to do.  It still was.

And things never got better.  But the pain did lessen.  And he thought it was getting better – and then something would happen.  Something when one of the boys would turn to him and grin widely, or would make a comment, so many little things that reminded him of you.  

And each time it happened, and he felt like he could see you again.  That you were right there for a second, grinning at him.  And it tore him up – he knew he should be grateful that he could see you for a moment.  But it hurt so much.  Six years and the pain still hadn’t gone.  He didn’t think it ever would.  

anonymous asked:

Hey! I was just reading through your Genderswap AU and I was wondering how the Varia would react to Tsuna and half her guardians being female? I can see the Varia doing their best to keep up with the powerful girls (Tsuna, Kyoko, Ryouko, Chrome) and the boys as well.

Hmmm. You know, I think that more than anything, the Varia would be more concerned about the fact that Tsuna is Reborn’s daughter, rather than her and her guardians’ genders. But here, some headcanons about the Varia and the rest of the mafia interacting with Tsu and her guardians:

  • People tend to underestimate Tsuna and her guardians, because both she and her strongest guardian are female so “lol that means the men can’t be that strong haha”. Cue the boys of the family just shaking their heads sadly because that is the number one way to bump yourself to the top of the girls’ kill list.
  • When Kyoko says her catchphrase “I’ll bite you to death,” please note that the correct response is not “kinky.” Because instead of a short, week-long stay in the hospital, she will break all four of your extremities and kick you in the nuts multiple times, and then as she grinds her foot into your throat while you choke, she’ll ask, “Am I still kinky now?”
  • Big sis Luss gets along fabulously with the girls, but she’s horrified by Tsuna’s terrible sense of style, so she takes it upon herself to teach Tsuna about fashion.
  • Chrome is a trans girl.
  • Xanxus literally does not give a shit that Tsuna’s a girl. He doesn’t even blink twice. He turns out to be a lowkey feminist, and he’ll smack his guardians across the mouth if they say anything sexist. It ends up being a bonding point for him and Tsuna once Xanxus gets over his whole parricidal rebellious phase.
  • Tsuna and Squalo bond over hair care hacks. Kyoko pretends she doesn’t care, but she’s always hovering a few feet away, listening intently, because her luscious black hair takes a lot of maintenance, and she sees it as a representation of her pride, so it can never look less than perfect. Ryouka still keeps her hair short and buzzed on the sides because it’s more convenient that way when she’s fighting.
  • Protective great-great-great-grandpa Gio watches over his precious grandbaby through the rings, whispering secrets in her ear that her conscious mind can’t pick up, but that sink into her subconscious and help her grow strong. Gio instills in his granddaughter the lazy confidence of a lion, the grace of a tigress, the majesty of a jaguar.
  • When Timoteo announces Tsuna as his heir, half the Vongola rises in protest. But Timoteo silences them with the ease of long practice. He’s old now, the only one who remembers anything about his mother’s reign, but he looks at Tsuna, and sees Daniela in her. And he knows she’s the Donna the Vongola needs.