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Ten-Year Bazooka

Tsuna: “Lambo!” I-Pin shouted, “Give that back!” The children ran around Tsuna’s room, Lambo holding I-Pin’s takoyaki out of her reach. You and Tsuna watched the scene, exasperated looks on your faces. This is how it went every time you watched the kids. Suddenly, Lambo tripped, and the familiar, brightly colored Bazooka came flying from his hair. Tsuna jumped in surprise, and tried to move you out of the way, but it was too late, and you were swallowed by the weapon. When the pink smoke cleared, you sat still where you landed, rubbing at your eyes, as they itched from the smoke. A few moments went by, and whatever you sat on began to shake. You threw your hands out to steady yourself. They landed on a smooth, hard, muscled chest. Opening your eyes in shock, you saw the familiar brown eyes and russet hair of the boy you loved, but the person beneath you was in no way a boy anymore. He’d grown up well. His handsome face was lit up with a grin, the barest hint of a flush on his cheeks as he looked up at you, panting slightly. “I didn’t know you’d been so forward ten years ago, Y/N,” he chuckled, and his body shook beneath you again. Your eyes glanced down at him in confusion, and he grinned as he watched you notice that he was completely bare beneath you. With horror, you realized the situation you’d interrupted with your sudden appearance. You could feel your face go absolutely red. “Sorry! I’m sorry!” You rolled off him, to the side, and his grin widened as he followed your movement and pulled you against him. “You don’t have to apologize for this,” he laughed again, and you cut him a sharp look. He smiled innocently and shrugged, “I’m wondering what my past self’s reaction is going to be to future you popping up. Future you, who, by the way, is equally as bare as I am.” “T-Tsuna!” He laughed again.

Gokudera: “Oi! Get back here, stupid Cow!” Gokudera snapped, as he chased Lambo around a park. You sat watching with a smile on your face, holding I-pin on your lap, eating a popsicle. You and Gokudera had been asked to watch the kids while Tsuna studied for a big exam, and you’d agreed happily, though Gokudera had been reluctant. Things had gone alright until Lambo had insulted Gokudera, causing the chase. “Hayato!” You scolded as your boyfriend pulled out his dynamite, throwing it at Lambo. It exploded at the toddler’s feet, sending him flying in the air, the familiar Bazooka falling from his mess of curls. Gokudera caught him, shaking him roughly, not noticing the Bazooka’s descent. It came down over him, making him drop Lambo, and there was a disgruntled shout as it fired. Lambo came scrambling into your arms, sniffling, as pink smoke filled the area around your boyfriend. As it cleared, you blinked in surprise. The man standing in front of you was a few inches taller than the Gokudera of your time. His hair was a little longer, and his facial features had sharpened just slightly. The scowl on his face remained the same, as did the two chains that hung from the belt loops of his black dress pants. A blush lit up your face as he turned his green eyes towards you. Just like that, it was like a loyal puppy had replaced the fierce mafioso that your boyfriend had become. “[Y/N]!” he came towards you, wrapping his arms around you tightly. He took a deep breath and pressed his lips into your hair. “You’re so small! Wait until the future you hears about this! You’re gonna laugh so hard when I tell you what you’re wearing right now!” He looked down at your capri pants and short sleeved shirt you were wearing, his grin widening. “What the hell is wrong with what I’m wearing?!” you demanded, giving him an angry look. “Nothing, nothing!” Gokudera saw your annoyance and backtracked quickly. “It’s just, in my time, you fight with your flames, but they surround your legs, so you don’t normally wear modest pants like these.” “We’re still together in the future?” You asked, a small smile gracing your lips. Gokudera looked down at you, his eyes soft, and full of love. “We’re more than just together. We’re married in the future, [Y/N]. We live in bliss, but there is one major issue that keeps coming up.” “And what’s that?” the look on his face worried you. Gokudera opened his mouth to answer, but there was a puff of pink smoke again, and your present boyfriend appeared before you. Gokudera was on his knees, gripping his hair, a look of complete agony on his face. “Hayato! What’s wrong?!” “We live with the damn Cow!” You sighed in relief and grinned.

Yamamoto: Light brown eyes stared at you, shocked, pained and hopeful. He looked so much older than the boy you’d left behind in the past, eyes haunted and face scarred, but without a doubt, he was your Takeshi. He ignored Tsuna, Gokudera and Lal Mirch, as he approached you with apprehension. “Is it really you?” he murmured, taking your face in his hands, stroking his thumbs over your cheeks. Tears welled up in your eyes as you felt him shaking, just slightly. Realization dawned on you that, ten years in your future, you were dead. You’d woken up in a coffin when you’d arrived, just like Tsuna had, but you were strongly in denial. But the look on Takeshi’s face was too much evidence for you to ignore fact. You reached up, placed your hands over his, and looked into his eyes sadly. “I don’t know what’s happened in this time,” you admitted softly, “and I don’t know why we’re here. But, whatever happened…I’m sorry, Takeshi.” “[Y/N]!” he spoke your name in a sharp inhale, and pulled you forward, pressing his lips against yours, pouring every emotion he had into it. When your breath was gone, he pulled away, gathering you into a tight hug, scared to let go.

Ryohei: “This is so extreme!” “God, you haven’t changed at all.” You grumbled, nursing a headache as your boyfriend, who was apparently your husband in the future, pumped his fists in the air, surrounded by an aura of flames. “You look so extremely cute, [Y/N]!” He hoisted you up and began carrying you around the Vongola’s underground base. Apparently your future self had been there with Giannini, looking after things. “Ryohei! Stop it!” “I’m never letting you out of my sight again! To the extreme!” “You’re the one that went to frickin’ Italy!” Ryohei paused, then grinned at you from over his shoulder, “You’re extremely right! We should go there more often, [Y/N]! You’d love it, to the extreme!” As he jumped around, you began to feel sick, your lunch threatening to come up. “That’s nice and all, but could you extremely PUT ME DOWN!?”

Lambo: You stared, wide eyed, as a little boy in a cow suit ran around the room you shared with your boyfriend, shouting about candy and sweets. You were aware the little boy was the same person you had fallen in love with, but you’d be damned if he continued to shout. “Oi, Lambo!” you growled, making the child stare up at you with wide green eyes. Whatever harsh words you were going to say vanished as your heart melted. “Come with me, we’ll see if we can find you some cake.” “Cake!” Lambo cheered following after you as you made your way to the kitchen. You sat him on a seat of phone books, and handed him a slice of cake, sat down, and watched him eat, making sure he didn’t choke as he shoveled the cake into his mouth. When he finished, he slammed the fork on the table, got up, and latched himself into your arms. “Thank you, [Y/N]-chan! I love coming to the future to visit with you! You’re my favorite person! You can be my minion! Will you help me kill Reborn and become the best Hitman ever?!” Your lips twitched, and your face split into a grin, “Sure, Lambo! I’ll help you out.” “Yay!” There was a poof, and the weight on your lap increased, and you looked up into your boyfriend’s eyes, which were shocked. “My, my,” he muttered, “why am I in your lap?” You stood up, dumping him on the floor, “Baby Lambo is going to try to be the best Hitman ever,” you explained, before going back towards your room, “I’m gonna take a nap.”

Hibari: Red flames clashed with purple as you and Hibari sparred in the underground Vongola base. The Tsunayoshi Sawada of ten years ago was watching, eyes wide, jaw dropped in awe. He had no idea how you found out about the Mafia; the Hibari of his time was adamant that you be kept out of the loop, and out of danger. This Hibari, however, seemed to tell you everything, and was confident you could hold your own in a fight. Just as Hibari was swinging a tonfa at you, you were engulfed in a cloud of pink smoke. The metal stopped a hair’s breadth from your neck. Your eyes were wide, your flames were gone, and your age had dropped ten years. Hibari’s tonfas were gone and away in an instant, and he placed his hands in his suit pants pockets. “Wh-Hibari-sama?” you murmured, [e/c] eyes moving over his sharp features frantically, confused. It was a complete 180 from the person you’d been just a few seconds beforehand. “Where am I? What’s going on? Why do you look different?” “[Y/N].” Hibari placed a hand on your head, fingers threading through your [h/c] locks, “don’t worry about this. You’re in a…” his face turned sour as the lie left his lips, “sumo training facility.” “No more lies,” you said, looking at him with narrowed eyes. Hibari stiffened. Ten years ago, those were the words you’d said before forcing him to tell you everything about the Mafia. “Tell me the truth, Kyoya, or whatever it is we have is through.” Hibari sighed and started explaining everything, however reluctantly, as Tsuna watched, with a small smirk. Apparently, keeping you in the dark was simply not meant to be.

Mukuro: Your cheeks were alight with a fierce blush, as you stared at the man across from you on a king sized bed. Just seconds ago, you’d been with Mukuro, ranting about your day as he listened quietly. Then Lambo had come running in, tripped over thin air, and came tumbling towards you, Ten-Year Bazooka encompassing both of you. When the pink haze had cleared, Lambo was no longer with you, having been transported to wherever his ten-years-older self had been, and you were in the arms an older Mukuro, who was smirking at you, his heterochromatic eyes twinkling in amusement. You had propelled yourself from his arms in his shock, which got you in your current position. “I’m sorry,” Mukuro’s voice held no true apologies, “you must be shocked to be in my arms, [Y/N]. After all, I am your lover ten-years in your future. Let me help settle you down.” The Kanji in his right eye changed from 6 to 1. Suddenly, arms wrapped around you, and a familiar scent filled your nose. A scent unique to your Mukuro. His quiet ‘Kufufu’ echoed around the room, and you glanced back to see an illusion of the Mukuro you’d just left. Turning your head forward again, you gave a quiet gasp, as the future Mukuro was close to your face, his breath fanning over your face. “Better?” he murmured. Lips pressed beneath your ear, and a nose bumped yours gently as two pairs of hands started to roam. You reached up and gripped the future Mukuro’s white shirt tightly, giving yourself something real to hold onto, letting your eyes slip closed. The future Mukuro moved forward, and his lips danced across your jaw, towards your lips. There was a quiet poof and everything stopped. A soft clearing of a throat made you open your eyes back up. You were back in your own time, Lambo sitting on the floor, snoozing, and Mukuro sat, perched on the edge of the bed, with his collar ruffled, love bites on his neck, and a very slight blush dusting across his nose. “I see we were in much the same predicament,” he muttered. You blushed as well, and you both looked away from each other.

Chrome: You placed a cup of tea in front of Chrome, who was staring at you as though you were a gift from the heavens. You decided to put up with it, seeing as how she’d only just appeared from ten years in the future. You weren’t even sure how Lambo had managed to hit her with the Bazooka. When you’d come into your dining room, there she had been, the pink smoke clearing around her. “[Y/N],” she said, her long hair falling into her face. You sighed and pushed it away. She gripped your hand tightly, frowning. She looked incredibly beat up, as though she had just been in a fight in her time. “Oh, Chrome,” you murmured, “What has Mukuro gotten you into this time?” You had respect for Mukuro, because he kept Chrome alive, but you very much disliked the fact that he constantly got her into trouble. You weren’t sure what had happened in the future, but you were positive that Mukuro had something to do with it. “It’s not anything we can’t handle, [Y/N].” Chrome promised. Then she looked up at you with those awed eyes again. Finally you gave in, “Why do you keep looking at me like that?” Chrome blinked and looked down, blushing slightly. “I haven’t seen you in a while,” she admitted, “Boss has been sending us on a lot of missions lately. It’s nice to see you, even if it is you from the past.” “Well,” you grinned and sat down next to her, still holding her hand, “we’ve got about three minutes left until you go back to your time. Let’s make the most of it.” Chrome smiled at you softly, and the two of you talked until she went back, your thumb gently stroking her knuckles the whole time.

anonymous asked:

For the vongola: their child climbs up onto their lap, tucks themselves into their suit jacket and falls asleep while they're working. how would they react?

to make up for my writer’s block, here is one of the drafts I had saved.  


Tsuna: The man regretted how busy work kept him and the memories he missed out on with his family.  So when his young son crawled into his lap to watch him do paperwork, it brought a smile to his face.  “Your building blocks are probably a lot more fun that watching me sign stuff,” he cooed to the two year old.  

The boy looked up at him and gave a small yawn before snuggling into his chest.  Tsuna smiled again, grabbing the next batch of papers that needed his signature.  A moment later he felt the buttons on his suit jacket come undone and his two year crawl closer to his chest, pulling the jacket closed around him.  He reached for his phone, snapping a quick picture and sending it to you before getting back to work, a smile permanently etched on his face.

Gokudera: The man let out a sigh as he reclined on the couch in his office, the chair was a little broken and after sitting in it all day his back was aching.  He had a stack of papers next to him as he read through them all, figuring out what he could sign and what needed Tsuna’s signature.  

His daughter was curled up on his chest.  He was tasked with watching her while you were at the hospital with your sick friend.  He glanced down at the six month old when she let out a sneeze, waking herself up.  

Letting out a little chuckle he placed his hand on the baby’s back, making sure she wasn’t going to start crying.  When she laid her head back down to sleep he went back to reading the papers.  

He had just set the stack he had down when he felt his daughter playing with his jacket buttons.  She sat up on his chest, playing with the two sides of the jacket, flapping them.  

“Having fun?” he asked.  The little girl nodded at him before lying back down, pulling the two sides over her.  He would never tell anyone, but his heart melted a little as he re-buttoned the now tight jacket over his daughter.  

Yamamoto: The man laughed when his son clambered into his lap on the couch as he cleaned his sword.  “Be careful, this is sharp,” he warned as the boy watched.  

The three year old was the most curious child he had ever met, which wasn’t always a good thing.  It made baby proofing the house harder when he was younger.

The AC kicked on and the short sleeved t-shirt clad child let out a small shiver.  Before Yamamoto could react, the boy was unbuttoning his jacket and climbing inside, re-buttoning it over him.  

Yamamoto laughed again, looking down at his son, his legs sticking out from underneath the jacket, but his arms and torso tucked neatly inside it.  Going back to cleaning his sword with a smile on his face, he glanced down every now and then, noticing that his son was getting drowsier and drowsier each time until he ultimately fell asleep.  

Lambo: The man grinned down at his daughter, playing with her teddy bear on his lap as he sent out emails and reports.  It was a boring day at work and she had already gone through most of her toys.  He was starting to worry that she wouldn’t make it the next three hours before you came to pick her up.

The Guardian went back to his emails, letting his daughter play with the bear.  It wasn’t long though before the one and a half year old girl tossed her teddy bear to the floor and started looking for other things to play with. 

While typing his emails he had to grab his coffee cup and put it farther out of her reach, take the stapler from her hand, his tie because she nearly chocked him, and several of his pens.

Realizing she couldn’t play with the things on his desk, she went to playing with the buttons on his jacket.  She was able to undo them and gave up trying to redo them before crawling further onto his lap and snuggling into his chest.

“Nap time?” he smiled, looking down at his sleepy child before buttoning his jacket up around them.  

Ryohei: He was sitting forward in his chair, his four year son sitting behind him, playing with a toy car, driving it up and down his back while he worked.  The child was easily entertained, something he was always grateful for.  He had been content driving a couple cars on his back for the last hour and a half now, making his work easier.  

But eventually he did grow tired of that, even with Ryohei moving his shoulders around to stretch his back muscles, changing the ‘terrain’ for the cars.  He laughed a little, his son hitting his ticklish spot as he pulled the suit jacket up and pulled it over him.

“Comfy?” the man asked as his son wrapped his arms around his dad’s waist and resting his head against his back. 

“Yeah,” came the muffled reply, which was quickly replaced with a soft snore.

Hibari: He loved his daughter, he really did, but babysitting her while at work was not something he loved.  He hated having to juggle between the two aspects of his life, preferring to keep them separate.  But you had to leave for a work emergency and there was no baby sitter on short notice.  

He glanced up from his papers, checking to make sure his daughter was still content and safe playing in front of his desk.  Sure enough, there she was, playing with the stuffed animals.

Going back to his paperwork he managed to get through several pieces before he felt the 8 month old tug at his pant leg.  Carefully, he scooted his chair back and picked this child up, holding her to his chest as he scooted his chair back toward his desk.  

The child sat on his lap, playing with his tie, batting at like a cat, much to his amusement.  She lost interest in it eventually and started looking around, figuring out what else she could do.  Hibari watched her with curious eyes, his hands ready to catch her if she fell off his lap.  

Grabbing the bottom of his suit jacket she pulled it a little, and noticing that it went up, she poked her head into his chest.  “What are you doing Omnivore?”  But the little girl kept going, pulling at the jacket more as she crawled into the space between it and his shirt.  

Adjusting herself a little, her head poked out of the top and she stared up at Hibari with a triumphant grin.  “You get this from your mother/other father,” he said, amused at her reaction.  

Chrome: The woman was more than happy to watch her son while you ran to your doctor’s appointment for your eyes.   The little boy, having just celebrated his second birthday, had plenty of new toys to play with as he sat beside the desk, pushing around a huge toy truck.  Thank God you took out the batteries she thought.  The truck came with all the bells and whistles but what the two year old didn’t know, wouldn’t give her a headache.  

He zoomed around with the truck, putting some of his other toys in the truck bed and giving them rides to different parts of the office.  She glanced up every now and then with a smile on her face.

With his energy expended, he tottered over toward his mom, wanting in her lap.  Picking him up, she placed him in her lap, situating him so she could still type at the computer.  He shuffled around a little more and she felt the buttons on her jacket come undone.  

Moving to fix them, she watched as he snuggling close to her chest, straddling her lap as his legs dangled off the sides of the chair and his eyes close.  She re did the buttons on the jacket, holding him tight to her and making sure he wouldn’t fall off.

Mukuro: The man grinned down at his daughter.  The little girl had successfully climbed into his lap without dropping her toy.  “Can I help you?” he asked, picking her up and setting her on the desk so he could look her in the eye.  

“Sleepy,” was her reply as she stretched her arms out in front of her, her fingers opening and closing as she made fists, wanting him to pick her up and hold her. 

He obliged and pulled her into his chest, wrapping an arm around her while he continued to write his report.  But it wasn’t enough for her.  

She leaned back and grabbed the bottom of his jacket, pulling it up and over her.  He grinned down at the girl, readjusting the jacket a little and wrapping his arm around her once more before she fell asleep.

Which Katekyo Hitman Reborn! Character Should You Fight?

Normal Tsuna: His Guardians will fuck you up in ways you can’t even dream of (if his eyes don’t make you surrender out of guilt, first.) Don’t fight Tsuna.

Hyper Dying Will Mode Tsuna: He’ll tear you a new asshole. If he doesn’t show pity and spare you. Don’t fight him. Don’t even think about it.

Reborn: He MAY look like a baby (no seriously. He’s cursed to look that way) but he’s still the world’s greatest Hitman. (Tsuna and ALL OF HIS GUARDIANS COULDN’T TAKE HIM IN A FIGHT, WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU WILL FARE ANY BETTER?). Do nOT FIGHT HIM UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES.

Kyoko: Ryohei will fuck you up if you so much as LOOK at her funny. do N O T fight Kyoko.

Gokudera: Dude’s as volatile (explosive) as the dynamite he REGULARLY USES AS A WEAPON. Don’t Fight Gokudera.

Yamamoto: He’ll think it’s a game and shrug it off but he can cut you in half if he gets serious (but he’ll spare you. and you’ll have to live with that shit.) Keep that in mind. You can probably fight Yamamoto.

(Reminder: No more than a friendly sparring match.)

Ryohei: Fight him in a friendly boxing match. He’ll love it.  But fuck with his little sister, Kyoko? He’ll punch you in the SOUL with enough force to break STEEL. (Seriously. He broke both his hands. Then Kyoko arrived. AND THEN he shattered his opponent’s steel kneecap in a fight USING HIS BROKEN FISTS AND SHEER WILLPOWER. HERE’S PROOF.

DON’T FIGHT HIM IN A NON-BOXING SETTING.

Hibari:

Don’t fight Hibari. Ever.

Lambo (and Lambo Ten Years Later): You can fight him! You get the added bonus of seeing him cry. In both forms. Also, In contrast to Tsuna or Kyoko, nobody will have any qualms about you fighting him. (Probably deserves it. Hell, Gokudera and Reborn do it ALL THE GOD DAMN TIME.)

Mukuro: He’ll go easy on you just to fuck with you. Then he’ll hide a rock in his illusions that’ll strike you in the temple, giving you serious head trauma. Then he’ll kill you with his trident. Slowly. Don’t fight Mukuro.

Chrome: Do you want to be brutally eviscerated by Mukuro’s trident? No? Don’t Fight Chrome.

You know what i always thought. Instead of a trident, or keeping that spear for her weapon, Chrome would rock it with a naginata!!! (get it NAGInata) It would be really cool if it had a skeleton ornamental like the Undertaker from Black butler too, That’d be so Chrome!!! the cape and stuff was just an add on cause i love when neck lines can cover the mouth and it leaves the character emotionless, it fits Chrome. AND THE CAPES A CAPE!!!