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Siblings Bonds

Rating: K+
Summary: The Vongola are a close-knit group, the Guardians especially. They are the ones who watch over Lambo and take care of him, and so it’s only inevitable that he begins to address them, one by one, as his siblings. 


It was only natural, really, that Tsuna was the first person Lambo felt comfortable calling brother. He lived with him and Tsuna was often the person who took care of him. So when Lambo was six, sitting at the kitchen table with his crayons and paper, he decided he created a masterpiece that Tsuna just had to see.

Tsuna-nii!”

It took a minute for the brunette to appear, an expression of slight exasperation on his face. “What is it, Lambo?”

“Look at Lambo-san’s drawing!” Lambo picked up the paper and held it out. “Isn’t it the best?”

Tsuna leaned closer and examined the colourful characters. Based on how many stick figures there were, he figured it was a drawing of all the members of their household, though he could only identify a couple of them.

“It’s really nice, Lambo. Want me to put it on the fridge?”

Lambo nodded eagerly and Tsuna went over to the appliance. He found a spare magnet and used it to attach the paper to the collection of drawings that were already there, a combination of I-Pin’s and Lambo’s work. “There. Though we’re going to have to find a new place for your art soon…a fridge is supposed to be a fridge, not a museum.”

Lambo’s stomach gave a rumble and he promptly stuck a hand into his thick, curly black hair. He pulled out a bag of gumballs, but before he could take one out Tsuna snagged it from his hands. “Those are Lambo-san’s!” he cried angrily.

“You can’t always be eating candy,” chided Tsuna. “Besides, dinner will be in a couple of hours. If you’re hungry, I’ll make you a snack.”

He perked up at that. “Okay! Thanks, Tsuna-nii.”

It was a few seconds of looking in the fridge that Tsuna suddenly realized what the child was calling him. He jerked his head up and asked, “What’d you say?”

Lambo gave him a weird look. “Lambo-san said thanks.”

“No, after that!”

“…Tsuna-nii?” spoke Lambo innocently, and when the wide smile crossed the brunette’s face, he wasn’t quite sure why he was suddenly so happy.

And that was the day he officially gained his first brother.

“Are you ready, Lambo?”

The seven-year-old made a fist and punched the middle of his baseball glove. “Ready!” he called, eyes narrowed in concentration.

Yamamoto gripped his baseball and got into his pitching stance. Though his natural instinct was to throw it as hard and fast as he could, he managed to tone down his throw for the small child. “Here we go!”

The ball sailed through the air in a perfect arc. Lambo kept his eyes on it, shuffling his feet as he tried to imagine where the ball would land. He stuck out his glove, by instead of the ball landing neatly inside it hit the ground with thud.

“Darn.” Lambo’s face fell. “I’m not very good at this.”

“You don’t have to be,” said Yamamoto with a gentle smile. “We’re just having some fun. That’s what matters.”

“I guess so,” he sighed. He picked up the ball and tossed it back to Yamamoto, who easily caught it with his baseball glove. He wound up and threw it, but it went too high and sailed past the treeline of the forest that made up the back end of the park.

“Sorry.” Yamamoto smiled sheepishly.

“I got it!” Lambo raced across the grass and towards the trees. He pushed aside some branches and stepped through the tall grass. He found the baseball sitting a few feet away and he hurried towards it.

Rrrrrr…”

The soft snarl caused Lambo to freeze, hand hovering over the white ball. He looked up and locked eyes with a raccoon, who lurked in the bushes, watching him with gleaming eyes. “Um…hi,” he greeted, feeling relief that it wasn’t a more dangerous forest creature. “Hey!” he called over his shoulder. “Guess what!”

“What?” came Yamamoto’s amused reply.

“I found a raccoon!” Lambo glanced back at the critter, who was now crawling slowly towards him. The child took notice of the white foam that surrounded its mouth and the menacing way it moved. His eyes widened and he scrambled back in fear. “Take-nii-!”

But Yamamoto was already flying through the trees. Startled by the sudden, much larger intruder, the raccoon snarled and took off. Yamamoto glowered after it before crouching down near the shaken boy. “Are you okay?” he asked urgently, taking Lambo’s arm and checking it for any bites or scratches. “Did it get you?”

“Nuh-uh.” Lambo latched onto Yamamoto’s hand and the older boy helped him up. “What was wrong with it?”

“It probably had rabies,” said Yamamoto, leading Lambo out of the forest. “Raccoons are nocturnal creatures. That means they come out during the night. So if you ever see one during the day, stay away from it.”

“Okay.” Lambo peeked over his shoulder. “Your ball is still in there.”

“That’s okay.” Yamamoto ruffled his hair. “I’ve got lots more at home. I don’t know about you, but I think I’ll stay out of there for a while.”

“Me too. Thanks for coming to get me…I didn’t know something was wrong with it.”

“Don’t worry about it. Besides, an older brother has to look after his younger brother, right?”

Lambo beamed. “Uh-huh.”

And this was the day he officially gained his second brother.

“Kyoko! Kyoko! I want ice-cream!” whined Lambo, pulling on the hem of the redhead’s shirt pleadingly. “Pleeeaaassseee?”

“You can’t have ice-cream this late, Lambo-kun,” said Kyoko patiently, tugging the seven-year-old along the street. “We should have been home an hour ago.”

Lambo looked up at the dark sky. A few stars were starting to appear and the streetlights were on and flickering. It was also getting colder and he didn’t have a jacket with him. “Alright,” he muttered, disappointed. “But can we get some next time?”

Kyoko smiled down at him. “Of course.” She inspected his face and giggled. “You’re going to need a bath.”

Lambo wrinkled his nose. “Why?”

“You’re all sticky from the candy you ate at the movies.”

Poking at his face, he could feel sticky patches around his mouth and on his cheeks. His hair was also rather sticky, due to the amount of candy he had stuffed into his raven curls. “Okay,” he agreed. It was never good to leave his hair unwashed for very long, anyway.

It was eleven by the time they reached the Sasagawa household. Kyoko unlocked the front door and the two headed inside. “Onii-san, we’re back!” she called, setting her purse down by the door.

Ryohei stepped into the front hall from the kitchen, a disapproving frown on his lips. “You were supposed to be back an hour ago. I was just about to go out and look for you.”

“Sorry,” Kyoko apologized. “We were out later than we expected.”

“The movie was looooooong,” stressed Lambo.

Kyoko giggled. “Exactly.”

Ryohei’s stern posture softened. “Well, you’re back safe, and that’s what matters. But next time, if you’re going to be late, call.”

The redhead nodded. “Sure.” A yawn escaped her and she quickly covered her mouth. “Guess I’m beat. Come on, Lambo-kun. Time for your bath.”

“I can do it,” volunteered Ryohei. “You go to bed.”

“I can do it,” protested Lambo.

“You can’t get all that EXTREME hair by yourself,” said Ryohei cheerfully, coming over and swinging the boy into his arms.

Kyoko smiled. “Thanks, onii-san. Goodnight, Lambo-kun.”

“Night!” Lambo waved after his friend as Ryohei carried him to the bathroom. He set the child on the floor and turned the taps. Water started gushing into the tub and Lambo frowned at it. “It needs bubbles.” He went over to the cabinet and opened it. He found the familiar colourful bottle of bath bubbles that Kyoko saved just for him and I-Pin when they came over for sleepovers. “Bubbles!”

“Don’t put a lot in,” cautioned Ryohei. “We don’t want an EXTREME bubble flood.”

Lambo uncapped the bottle and tipped it slightly over the edge of the tub. Purple liquid oozed out and splashed into the water, where it started to foam up and create a mass of white sweet-smelling bubbles. “There!” he said, proud that he did not overdo it this time.

“Good job.” Ryohei took the bottle and set it on the countertop. “That should be enough water for you to get in now.”

“‘kay.” Lambo stuck his hand under the running water to test the temperature. Deeming it not too hot and not too cold, he wrestled out of his dark jeans and cow-print shirt. He yanked off his socks and was about to climb into the tub when he remembered something. “Oh, wait.” He shook his head wildly, and candy of all kinds tumbled from his curls, landing on the floor. His horns soon followed, and after a bit of tugging he liberated a large lollipop. “There!”

Ryohei stared at the pile of candy in amusement as the child settled into the water. “I wish my hair could EXTREMELY hold stuff.”

Lambo blinked. “It can’t?”

“Nope.”

“Maybe that’s 'cause you don’t have curls.”

Ryohei laughed. “Maybe.” He knelt down by the edge of the tub and picked up the plastic pitcher. He filled it with water and used it to wet Lambo’s hair. “What did you and Kyoko do today?”

“We went to the park, and then we ate some yummy food, and then we took a walk, and we ate some more yummy food, and then we went to the movies which was really looooooooong.” Lambo used his hands to craft shapes in the mounds of bubbles that surrounded him. “And I-Pin couldn’t come 'cause she’s sick.”

“I’m sure she’ll get better in no time,” said Ryohei, squirting some shampoo into his hand and lathering up the thick black curls. “I think it’s time for an EXTREME haircut.”

Lambo wrinkled his nose. “That’s what Stupidera says. I don’t wanna haircut.”

“If you let it grow any longer it’s going to cover your face. Then how would you eat?”

Lambo’s eyes widened. He hadn’t thought of that. “Um…well, maybe I’ll get a really small haircut. Maybe.”

After a few more rinses and a good dose of conditioner, Lambo was finally squeaky clean. Ryohei hoisted the child out of the tub and gave him a towel. “Where are your pajamas?”

“In my bag, in Kyoko’s room.”

“I’ll get them. You dry off.” Ryohei picked up Lambo’s stash of candy and left the bathroom.

“'kay.” Lambo scrubbed at his hair and face, trying to catch the water droplets before they hit the ground. When he decided he was dry enough, he fit the towel over his head and pretended he was a ghost, moving blindly about the bathroom. The door creaked open a minute later and he shouted, “Boo!”

“What do we have here?” said Ryohei, playing along. “And where did Lambo go?”

“I ate him!” Lambo said in a creepy voice.

“Well, then I guess I’m going to have to make you spit him out.”

Ryohei swooped down and threw the towel-covered boy over his shoulder. Lambo squealed and kicked, trying to escape the teen’s strong grip. “It’s me!”

“Lambo?” Ryohei set the boy to the floor and pulled the towel down so that he could see his face. “It is you. You make an EXTREME ghost.”

Lambo giggled. “I fooled you!”

“You did.” Ryohei handed Lambo his pajamas. “Kyoko is already sleeping, so how about you sleep with me tonight?”

“Okay.” Lambo wiggled into his cow-print pajamas. “But I’m gonna kick you if you snore.”

“Then I guess I won’t snore.” Ryohei lifted the seven-year-old up and exited the bathroom.

Lambo wrapped his arms around the teen’s neck and buried his head into his shoulder. “Ryo-nii, will you read me a bedtime story?”

Surprised for only a moment, a soft smile crossed Ryohei’s face. “I’d love too, Lambo.”

And that was the night he officially gained a third brother.

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asecretyoucankeep  asked:

Stucky + fake dating celebrity AU (as in they're celebrities and they're dating each other)

I’ve actually read a couple of really good versions of this in fic-form, so trying to come up with something original was kind of tough, but here goes.

1.  Steve Rogers was the child-star who grew up tiny and adorable and was in half of Disney’s movies in the 90s then had a short-run Disney Channel show in the early 00s before puberty hit him like a truck and put him out of work.  Once he got over the awkward baby giraffe stage he actually grew into a hottie, but finding roles outside of mildly-insulting cameos and reality TV shows are a bitch because everyone still remembers him as a kid and feels weird casting him into any serious type of part lest the audience feels the same way.

2.  Bucky Barnes got into the game quite a bit later, but took Steve’s place as Hollywood’s young white darling as soon as the spot was up for the taking.  He spent most of the 00s sucking up all of the teenage heart-throb roles, and was best known as the kinda bad boy in a string of stupid musicals (they bought his mom a house so he can’t hate them completely, even though every time someone asks him to sing the title track of the first one with him it kills a little piece of his soul).  Once his star had burned out in those nightmare roles Bucky was able to land a few serious roles in indy films and had a short run on Broadway that was successful in proving that he had the chops for more serious work, at least, but he’s still in the trap of being remembered as the air-head teen heart throb when it comes to landing anything more serious with any commercial value.

3.  Steve finally ends up landing a role in a rom com that completely kills at the box office.  The good news is it gets him back in the game… the bad news is it turns into a long string of type-cast roles where he’s the good-looking guy in a bland-ass romance complete with slap-stick humor and a painfully predictable plot.  The money is good, and he’s a household name again within a few years, but he already sees himself going down the same path as he did as a kid and it’s killing him.

4.  The one thing that they both have in common, other than being jaded, tired, type-cast B-listers, is that neither of them have ever held down a girlfriend for more than a few months.  The gossip rags are constantly wagging their tongues any time they see Bucky out with Natasha Romanoff, a world-renowned dancer that he hangs out with anytime he’s in New York, and while they both use that to their advantage to fan flames and keep their names in the press they’re honestly both just friends.  Meanwhile Steve has a string of girlfriends, typically his co-stars, but they all end up agreeing that the FWB role works best for them.

5.  Things change after they both end up cast in mildly-successful lower-budget films that do well enough with the critics that they both end up in the early Oscar buzz.  The problem is, their teams are both worried that they don’t have enough critical acclaim or professional appeal to really have a shot, even though both of their movies were very well-done.  They both end up getting a shitload of casting calls for more serious roles because of them, but are worried about it blowing over once the big award bidding movies come out later in the year.  So… their PR teams come up with a gimmick of their own.  

6.  While they’re both in talks for a similar role in a potential-hit Indie film, they stage a couple of dates to drum up more talk.  Of course, it works - the gossip rags go fucking bananas, spending weeks running stories about troubled child stars (which… is ridiculous, considering both of them have a squeaky-clean track record) who finally found love with each other, and while they both feel a little ridiculous playing coy about it and being so dishonest, it does work in the scheme of bringing more roles in.

7.  They probably could have pulled off the ‘act’ bit of it - as the months go by and they get to know each other better they both become pretty good friends, but they’re also both professionals who grew up in the business… keeping it separate from reality is a natural as breathing (Steve conveniently never brings up the fact that he actually is bisexual because hey, it’s irrelevant, right?  And Bucky’s sexuality is something that has never entirely made sense to him anyway… sex is okay but nothing that he particularly needs, and he loves his close friends dearly enough that he’s never needed anything more than the bond that he has between Tasha and his usual entourage - although, the more time he spends around Steve, the more complicated his feelings towards him and his frankly ridiculous lips and eyelashes and body become).

8.  It all comes to a head when they’re brought on for the same film - and are costars in the first major studio produced same-sex rom com.  The script is actually really well-done, and they know that it’ll help them break out of the type-cast hell that they’ve been stuck in, and they’re both professionals anyway - it’d be career suicide not to take the roles.  The thing is… faking intimacy and hanging out too often and playing coy so that paparazzi rags assume things is one thing.  Actually portraying two people falling in love and making out on a regular basis is an entirely different thing, especially when you were already starting to develop feelings for one another and now are spending 8-12 hours a day together, every day.

9.  And then there’s the sex scene, which obviously wasn’t at all explicit and is the furthest thing from sexy as there is… but it doesn’t change the fact that all Steve can think about for the next two weeks is how good it felt to have that much of Bucky’s skin against him, even under the awkward camera lights; while Bucky can’t stop thinking about Steve’s O-face above him over and over and over again, and wondering if that’s really what the real thing looks like.

10.  And if this were an actual fic, then the movie would actually end up getting some critical acclaim, but then *someone* (Rumlow, because it’s always Rumlow) would end up leaking the story that they were faking their relationship beforehand, so they must be faking their relationship now as part of promoting the movie, so they’re left with the option of either explicitly coming out and jeopardizing both the movie and their careers (half of the movie’s appeal to early audiences is how authentic their budding romance seems to be, and of course we know what Hollywood is like to LGBT+ actors), or coming clean with the fake-romance story and killing a shot at what is developing between them, plus losing professional credibility for pulling the stunt in the first place and again possibly sinking the movie before it even gets off the ground.

Spoiler: after much angst and drama they realize that they’d rather be together than go back to the same old safe, boring humdrum they had been shoehorned into by Hollywood in the first place.  The movie still does well, and is a springboard to bigger and better things once the furor of their coming-out dies down.  Everyone lives happily ever after.

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