vongola forever

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.


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.


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?”


“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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anonymous asked:

Xanxus being possessive of his s/o (clueless, this innocent girl) and the one hitting on her is another mafia family head, quite powerful family.

He growled as the family head held his hand out as an offer to dance.  Even worse, you accepted.

“She wouldn’t be dancing with him if you just danced with her,” Squalo commented, handing his boss a fresh bottle of wine.  

“Shut up,” he said, taking the bottle and pulling the cork out before downing half the bottle.

“This isn’t going to end well,” Squalo mumbled before heading off.  

He cursed how clueless you were.  Everyone else could see what was going on and several people were watching him intently to see just when he would crack and cause a war.  

As the song ended and faded into another, a slower one, he lost it.  Downing the rest of the bottle and tossing it to the side he marched over to where you were on the dance floor with the mafia head.  

“I’m cutting in,” he said rudely to the man before grabbing your hands and pulled you close.  

“And who are you?” the mafia head asked, clearly pissed.

It was audible, the gasps and ‘oh shits’’ that echoed through the room.  People reached for weapons, pushed dates behind them, some even fled then and there.

“Her boyfriend,” Xanxus growled.

You stood behind him, confused at his behavior.  Then it dawned on you.  He was jealous.  “Please don’t start anything Xanxus,” you said, giving his arm a small tug.

He glanced at you then back at the other mafia head, looking him up and down.  “Stay the fuck away from her or I’ll blow your head off trash.”

“Trash?” the man responded.  “They clearly don’t teach manners where you’re from.”

“I’m so sorry about this.  Xanxus is a bit rough around the edges,” you cut in, trying to downplay the severity of the issue.  “You know how assassins can be.”

“An assassin?  Aren’t they supposed to be stealthy and less drunk?” the family head said, ready for a fight.

“Oh dear,” you whispered just before Xanxus’s gun went off.

“Called it,” Squalo yelled over to Lussuria as he drew his sword.  

“Yes you did,” Lussuria called back, running besides the swordsman as they headed for Xanxus.

Each grabbing one of his arms, they held him back while some men from the other man’s family tried holding him back. 

“Consider any deals with the Vongola off.  Forever,” the man said as he shuck his men off and straightened his hair and outfit before turning and leaving the building.

Our Cloud

Prompt: Guardian

Seated in the plush red seat across from Don Pecora, Tsuna listened to his angered rant. He kept particular attention on the overweight man’s tone and body language, but he did not have concerns over Pecora attempting to harm him. At least, not by his own hands. Tsuna didn’t miss how he was placed rather neatly in front of a large plate-glass window, his back facing the scenery displayed outside. He also knew how enraged Pecora was over his continuous refusal to integrate their Families a little more closely together. Doing so would ensure a surge in business transactions, which Pecora was lacking. But the Vongola worked alone, and the Family Alliance was mostly a truce between dozens of other Mafia Families with the Vongola—to keep in their good graces.

Pecora didn’t seem to understand the role of the Family Alliance, but that wasn’t surprising. He was incredibly stupid, especially considering why he had lured Tsuna to his mansion (with rather strict instructions that Pecora preferred he come alone). Pecora seemed a bit taken aback that Tsuna had agreed but had taken it in stride. He was seeing this as a rare opportunity to rid himself of a pest, an uncooperative rival, and probably had unattainable visions of usurping the Vongola throne for himself after the assassination was completed.

He clearly did not get what ‘most powerful Mafia Family in the world’ encompassed.

Tsuna waited calmly, discretely shifting his gaze between Pecora and the watch strapped around his wrist. Pecora did not notice his divided attention, no doubt believing this was his chance to call the Vongola Don every name under the sun before he was disposed of.

Obviously delusional.

The seconds ticked down and in the moment a bullet was meant to pass through the glass and into the back of his head, the heavy oak door flew off its hinges. Pecora halted, words dying in his throat at the figure that loomed in the doorway.

Tonfas in hand, flickering with Cloud Flames, Hibari turned a murderous stare on the petrified Pecora. Tsuna stood, stretching his arms over his head and moving aside as Hibari strode forwards. He grabbed the stammering man by his neck, bones cracking beneath his fingertips, and threw him through the broken doorway.

Pecora found himself sprawled out against blood-stained hardwood, his Mafioso prone and moving, scattered down the corridor. A gasp escaped his lips when a foot pressed down against the base of his spine with deadly pressure.

Tsuna crossed his arms over his chest, expression unimpressed. “It’s very insulting, for you to think I would be so moronic as to walk obliviously to my own death. I am not quite sure what you hoped to accomplish here, other than an impulsive grab for power and notoriety. I do not tolerate those who attempt to harm me or my family. This is your doing.”

There was a sickening crack and the man fell limp on the floor. Tsuna let out a quiet sigh and turned his chin, looking down the corridor. He did not like to kill, he despised it. But he knew it could not be helped, not when they were people like Pecora who would like nothing more to destroy him and everyone he loved.

“You didn’t kill all of them, did you?” he asked his Cloud, taking in the carnage properly for the first time.

Hibari turned to face Tsuna with a flat gaze. “What do you think?”

A quiet moan sounded from the other end of the hall, and a beaten Mafioso turned over in agony. Tsuna glanced at Hibari in amusement. “Pretty sure he got the hint after the first couple of blows.”

“Herbivores like these are imbeciles. Only a strong demonstration will teach them the full lesson,” returned Hibari. “They will be scrambling like ants to restore order to their broken hierarchy. Pecora did not get around to choosing an heir. It will be entertaining.”

“Have I ever told you how glad I am you’re on my side?”

“For now.”

There was a smirk on his lips as Hibari turned and stepped over stirring bodies, Tsuna walking beside him. Hibari had taken care of every possible threat to Tsuna’s life, all before the time the plan was meant to be executed. Tsuna knew that Hibari would never fail to protect him or the others, a barrier between them and the enemy.

Gray eyes roaming over the mission file splayed out on the glass café table, Hibari swirled the water around his glass with the straw, the ice clinking together. Ensuring that everything was in order, he closed the beige folder and slipped it into his black leather messenger bag. He shifted his stare to scan the bustling street, his ire increasing when he did not spot the two illusionists amongst an otherwise faceless crowd.

They had arranged to meet him so they could hand over their reports and finish the mission file. Hibari had finished his component of the job two hours ago, and he knew Mukuro and Chrome had already wrapped up their loose ties. They had no reasons to be late.

Hibari was just about to leave when a flash of blue caught his peripheral vision. Mukuro strode down the sidewalk, a lazy expression on his features. He caught the punch Hibari aimed at his face and said, “I’m only ten minutes late.”

“It’s disrespectful to be even a minute late,” snapped Hibari. “I should have left nine minutes ago.”

Mukuro smirked. “Am I that vexing that you would leave Chrome behind to spite me?”

Hibari stared, eyes narrowing. “What is that supposed to mean?”

It was Mukuro’s turn to become confused. He had noticed Chrome was not around when he arrived, but assumed she was either in the bathroom or ordering food from inside the restaurant. “She left before me. I couldn’t locate my portion of papers, so I had to search for them. She’s not here?”

“No. When only you arrived I thought you were delivering her report as well.”

Hibari did not feel any negative emotions from Chrome, but he was not going to rule out foul play completely. He pulled his cell phone from his pocket, dialling the girl’s number. When she did not answer, he scowled and hung up. Mukuro frowned, brow furrowed. “She’s not responding to my mental summons either.”

Activating the app that let him track other cell phones, Hibari entered Chrome’s number. Immediately a blue dot appeared, a few blocks away from where they were. Mukuro peered over his shoulder and said, “Let’s go.”

Slipping a hand beneath Hibari’s arm, Mukuro transported them to the location. When they rematerialized, they found themselves outside of an animal shelter. Children and adults were playing with the dogs and cats tied to their cages. Sitting against the building, an armful of fluffy white, black and brown kittens in her arms, was a blissful Chrome.

Mukuro stared for a moment, his tense muscles loosening with relief. “Kufufufufu. Should have known.”

Hibari strolled across the street and Chrome looked up. Her eye widened at the sight of him, suddenly realizing where she should be. “I’m sorry—”

Her apology was cut off by a quiet yip when Hibari threaded his fingers through her hair, pulling sharply and craning her neck at an uncomfortable angle. “When you’re not holding fragile baby cats, you’re getting bitten to death. Be where you’re supposed to be and if you’re taking a detour, tell someone. Why didn’t you answer your cell phone?”

“I might have forgotten to turn on the ringer,” said Chrome sheepishly.

At the glower he directed at her, Mukuro strode forwards. “Relax, Kyoya. She got a little sidetracked—”

Hibari’s other hand shot out and planted against Mukuro’s chest. “You need to stop wasting my time and learn punctuality.”

His annoyance was clear, but beneath Chrome could feel subtle concern. She tugged on his pant leg. “I’m sorry. I should have let you know where I was. But I saw all the animals and I got so excited that I completely forgot.”

“Explains why you didn’t answer my mental summons. It’s never good to let yourself get so distracted,” said Mukuro, tone holding a rebuke.

“I’m really sorry.” Hibari did not seem completely appeased (considering he still had a grip on her short ponytail) Chrome extended a black kitten. “Would you like to hold a kitty?”

The kitten pawed at Hibari’s shirt and the Cloud gathered it into his arms with little hesitation. Chrome and Mukuro exchanged a grin, which Hibari did not miss. Running his fingers through the kitten’s fur, he glared at the two illusionists. “You’re both useless.”

“We love you too,” sang Chrome.

“Take out your reports. We’re getting the paperwork done now.”

“Here?” asked Mukuro, slightly incredulous as Hibari lowered to sit on the concrete beside Chrome.

“Yes. Get your sorry backside down here.”

Chrome was sure no other Mafioso had ever completed mission reports sitting on the ground, covered with kittens. But she was also certain there was no other Mafioso who could accomplish a feat while still looking menacing and threatening like Hibari.

The alley was narrow, and mostly dark with the exception of the pinpricks of dirty yellow light flickering feebly from streetlights, the bulbs most likely haven’t been replaced in years and miraculously still functioning. Footsteps pounded against the cracked concrete, curses and shouts echoing in the night air. The sounds were promptly cut off, one by one, until the alley was once again silent.

Stepping over the bald, tattooed body in front of him, Hibari scanned the area. There were no more thugs charging at him and he continued forwards. His gray eyes were focussed on the bent, rusted steel door at the end of the alley. When he was close enough he raised his foot and it look very little effort to dislodge it from its hinges.

After the dust had settled from the impact of the door striking against a concrete floor, he found himself in the middle of an abandoned warehouse. The four thugs lounging around hollered in shock and anger, immediately charging forwards. Hibari flicked them aside like ants, not breaking his stride.

“Ha ha, I’m glad to see you.”

Hibari did not respond, gray eyes critically studying Yamamoto’s condition. He used his tonfas to break the chains holding his wrists to a half-destroyed metal shelving unit and Yamamoto flexed them to get the feeling back. There were dark red marks indicating where the chains had restrained him, and his right eye was swollen shut, black and purple. There was a cut on his upper lip, dried blood creating a trail on his chin.

“What the hell happened?” demanded Hibari.

Yamamoto stood, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, I was in my car, getting ready to go home, when there was a knock on my window. There was a guy asking for directions so I rolled it down so I could help him. Next thing I know I wake up in this warehouse.”

“You opened up your car to a disgusting herbivore like this,” snapped Hibari, angrily kicking a prone piercing-laden punk in the side.

Yamamoto shrugged. “I didn’t open my car—just put down the window. He looked he needed help. I wasn’t in a bad part of town, anyway.”

Hibari shook his head in disgust. “You let your guard down.”

“I did,” admitted Yamamoto. His tone made it clear he was displeased with his inability to handle a simple situation and Hibari knew he had no doubt been humiliated by the thugs. Yamamoto’s turned more sincere and sheepish as he said, “Thanks for coming to get me.”

“Don’t be stupid. Let’s get out of here.”

Yamamoto retrieved his katana, which had been thrown carelessly aside after his assaulters had tied him up. The two walked out of the warehouse and down the alley. Hibari caught sight of a cut on the back of Yamamoto’s neck. It was most likely caused by the shelving he was chained to and Hibari said, “Are you up to date on your tetanus shot?”

“Yeah. Why, am I bleeding somewhere?”

Hibari caught Yamamoto’s fingers as they reached back to search for the injury that had prompted his question. “No, but there it is a wound. Don’t touch it or you’ll infect it.”

“Right. Hey, did you see my car?”

“Across the street, in a parking lot. Found the keys in one of the herbivores’ pockets.”

They reached Yamamoto’s car, which was relatively unscathed. Hibari removed the keys and slid into the driver’s seat. Having no protests, Yamamoto lowered into the passenger seat. “I guess they wanted my car to use for parts or money,” he mused.

“Or they were hoping to get some money out of you,” drawled Hibari, pointedly pulling on Yamamoto’s designer shirt, the logo stitched perfectly onto the right breast. “It’s almost ten thirty. What are you doing out here so late?”

“Oh—I wanted some chips, but we didn’t have any.” Yamamoto reached behind him and removed a plastic bag, where a jumbo bag of potato chips was nestled. “Want some?”

Hibari stared at him blankly before starting the car. He inched to the exit of the parking lot, rolling down his window slightly. He nimbly plucked the chips from Yamamoto’s grasp and tossed it out into the trash bin they passed on the edge of the sidewalk. Putting the window back up he pulled onto the street, smirking at Yamamoto’s rather scandalized expression.

“You shouldn’t put garbage like that into your body, herbivore.”

There was a light drizzle, raindrops gently pelting the world below. Ryohei tugged his gray hood further over his head to block the water, eyes roaming the empty park. Hibari was a few feet away, leaning against the metal pole of a broken lamppost. They were shrouded in shadows, only detectable by those who were paying close attention to their surroundings.

There had been news reports of a sexual harasser prowling parks at night, targeting young women out for evening strolls or returning home from work. As the police were having trouble pinpointing the location of his next attack, Ryohei and Hibari were tasked by Tsuna to bring this creep down.

The always talkative boxer was quiet, his body tense and senses on high alert. Hibari knew Ryohei was thinking of the girls in their household, of how they could be just as much at risk of being assaulted. It was a possibility that disturbed Hibari as well, of course, but instead of worrying about the what-ifs, he focussed his attention on finding and eliminating the threat.

After about an hour, Ryohei finally spoke. “Are you sure this is the right park?”

“There’s five he hasn’t staked out yet,” replied Hibari. “It’s the closest to the one he committed his last assault in.”

Ryohei nodded, though his expression remained uncertain. It was another hour before a scream sounded throughout the vast space. It was abrupt, so short that it could have been easily missed if they were not listening for such a sign. Hibari’s ears immediately pinpointed the direction the cry had come from and the two were running, charging down the path and into a small section of trees and bushes.

Halfway through the thicket there was a thick, burly man, kneeling on top of a thrashing brunette female, his hand firmly covering her mouth. He was wearing a baggy hoodie and one hand was working to undo his pants.

The man’s head snapped upwards at the sound of crunching branches, but he did not get a chance to react. Ryohei launched into a flying tackle and brought the man off of the girl. The Sun expressed his disgust with the man’s utter repulsive actions with his fists and a string of curse-laden insults.

Hibari strode forwards, hooking an arm around the sobbing female’s shoulders and bringing her to her feet. Her shirt was torn and she was covered in bruises and dirt, but they had gotten there in time. She choked out words of gratitude and Hibari made a noise of acknowledgement, watching Ryohei unleash his aggression.

When the assaulter was properly bloody Hibari acted, grabbing Ryohei by the back of his sweater and hauling him up. “You made your point,” he said quietly, feeling his back heave with hard breaths.

“Yeah…yeah,” managed Ryohei, struggling to see past his furious haze. The crying of the terrified girl snapped him out of it completely and he hurried to her side, setting a hand on her shoulder in a soothing manner. “It’s okay. It’s okay. You’re okay.”

Hibari removed his cell phone and called the police, relaying their location. He took a moment to break the criminal’s arm, his screams music to his ears. The cops arrived and took the beaten and blood-soaked man into custody. The girl refused to get into the ambulance without her two rescuers, so Hibari and Ryohei found themselves waiting into the hospital waiting room at one in the morning.

When his adrenaline died down and his mind was clear, Ryohei realized that Hibari only intervened to tell him that he had done enough. He studied the Cloud, expression speculative. Eyes locked on the newspaper, aware of Ryohei’s intent gazing, Hibari spoke up. “What?”

“You hate it when someone takes your prey away from you. Why did you let me do the brunt of the damage?”

“You needed it. Fighting is a thrill, a sport, an activity, a release, therapeutic. It can be all of these at once or only one. Depends on the person, on the fight. You were tightly wound up. If you did not fight the object of your agitation, your aggression, your anger, your emotions would remain bottled up.”

Ryohei was stunned for a brief moment by Hibari’s observation. Eventually he smiled and said, “You’re an interesting character. Thanks to the extreme, Kyoya.”

Warm affection flooded through his bonds and Hibari finally looked up from the newspaper, regarding the white-haired man. “This won’t become a habit,” he warned.

“I know. I just…I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t stop thinking about the girls, about how awful it would be if this happened to them.”

“There’s a stark difference between our girls and this one,” said Hibari, gesturing in the direction where the injured female was being treated.

“What?” asked Ryohei.

“They have me.”

“Don’t you mean us?”


But Hibari’s lips turned upwards and Ryohei rolled his eyes good-naturedly, feeling better than he had all night.

The country roads snaked across sprawling green fields, seemingly endless. Gokudera’s tinted shades protected his pale green eyes from the afternoon rays. The car was silent and the radio would have been on if he had a desire to be bitten to death while he was driving. He shifted his gaze to the rear-view mirror, adjusting it so he could glance into the backseat. Hibari had his head leaning back, eyes closed and arms crossed over his chest.

Gokudera let his gaze linger before returning his attention to the road. The bright blue sky and emerald scenery was blurred by a scene flashing through his mind, replaying as if on a loop.

Finishing his meeting with Don Gemelli, he was walking down the corridor. He paused upon hearing loud voices around the corner, his name being mentioned. Being referred to as bastard spawn. Brief, obnoxious laughter followed and before he could confront them there was the familiar sound of metal hitting bone. Then there was quiet. He stayed rooted in place for a moment before venturing around the corner, where the two Mafioso were on the ground, unconscious, and Hibari disappearing out the door.

“That was a pretty ballsy move,” he said at last, his mind returning to the present. “One of those guys you clocked is the Don’s son.”

“You woke me up.”

Gokudera rolled his eyes. “You weren’t even sleeping. I could tell by the pattern of your breathing.”

“…I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You knew I was in the next corridor. I could have handled those jerks myself.”

“You were too slow.”

There was a solid smack to the back of his head and Gokudera nearly drove off of the road. “Are you trying to kill us?” he snapped. “What’s your problem?”

“The second you start believing such asinine remarks is the moment I bite you to death.”

His serious tone caused Gokudera to shift his gaze briefly over his shoulder. “I don’t,” he returned. “Not anymore. It was hard, when I was younger. I never properly knew my mother, and my life up until that was a lie. I didn’t know who I was.”

“You are who you choose to be. Your past does not have to define you.”

“I know that, now. But thanks.”

Hibari made a hum of acknowledgement, Gokudera’s contentment and affection humming through their bonds. It wasn’t the first time the Cloud had punished those for slandering the Storm’s heritage, and it wouldn’t be the last.

The warm spray of the shower coated his aching muscles, Lambo leaned against the shower wall for support. As much as he wanted to spend eternity underneath the water, he finally unfurled himself and turned off the tap. He stumbled out of the stall and used a towel to pat himself dry. He flinched at the pain that tore through his limbs as he pulled on his pajamas.

He had just finished a hard, intense workout, as well as a session in utilizing and perfecting his Lightning Flames. His body wasn’t used to such physical exertion and it was furious with him. Every fiber of his being was in agony.

Lambo walked sluggishly to his room across the hall, dropping almost weightlessly into his bed. Through the haze of his exhaustion, he managed to process that there was a glass of milk on his nightstand table. With a great amount of effort, he reached for it and chugged the lukewarm contents. The glass clattered back into place and his arm fell to his side, eyes falling shut.

He was half-asleep when footsteps crossed the threshold. Cracking one eye open slightly, he saw Hibari move over to the edge of his bed. His fingers smoothed through his raven curls and the soothing action caused Lambo to let his eye fall shut again. He felt the blankets jerk and shift as Hibari covered his body and then arranged his arms and legs into a more comfortable position.

“You did well, small animal,” said Hibari softly.

The words sent a sharp flare of pride through Lambo and he tried to say thanks, but his tongue would not cooperate. He soon fell asleep completely, and when he awoke the next morning with his muscles stiff and sore, there was a bottle of pain-relieving cream waiting for him.

Hibari was cold, aloof, violent, distant and indifferent. But those who knew him best, those he allowed to be an intimate part of his life, knew there was much more to him. He was reliable and there was never any doubt if he would always be able to come through. He was protective of those he considered his own and fought for them, sometimes subtly and sometimes obviously. He did not let his family think negatively about themselves and gave his advice when he believed it was needed.

He was their Cloud Guardian, the one who would always watch over them.

anonymous asked:

Hmm, I was wondering if you had any Vongola fluff where the Guardians react to the first time Tsuna calls them by their first names (kind of in the same vein as Lambo calling the other Guardians his brothers)?

-Gokudera thinks he’s hearing things, at first, but once he realizes that Tsuna actually did call him Hayato, he goes still for a good minute as his brain processes this. He gets a little teary-eyed and he’s ridiculously happy, because it’s an honour. Tsuna is fondly amused by his Storm’s reaction

-There’s not a lot of people in Yamamoto’s life who are close enough to refer to him by his first name, and Tsuna is actually his first friend to address him as Takeshi. It’s during one of his baseball games and Tsuna cheers him on, and his shout is loud enough for him to hear it from the field. Delighted, Yamamoto finishes his play and immediately goes to the stands, where he engulfs Tsuna in a bear-hug

-Tsuna normally refers to the elder Sasagawa as onii-san, but the first time he refers to him as Ryohei is when the boxer forgets to pick up a visiting Mafioso from the airport and Tsuna’s a little peeved, and he starts calling his Sun Ryohei without really thinking about it. Ryohei knows Tsuna’s upset and he feels bad for not doing his job, but he can’t help but smile because it’s the first time his little brother has scolded him and it’s pretty funny. Tsuna sees Ryohei trying not to laugh and he can’t help but grin and his anger disappears immediately (as it tends to)

-Tsuna takes a little longer to call Hibari by his first name, because he doesn’t want to cross over Hibari’s boundaries. He figures if Hibari calls him Tsunayoshi, then it’s an indication that it’s okay to call him Kyoya in turn. But Hibari knows what Tsuna is waiting for and turns it into a game, calling him Sawada much more often and seeing how long it’ll take before the brunette catches on. It takes a bit and Tsuna eventually goes from being confused to realizing he’s being messed with

anonymous asked:

Hi I was wondering if you could write just a bunch of stupid things that the adult did or just things that they are horribly bad at. I love your stories <3

Thank you!

-Levi once plunged Varia Mansion into complete darkness after an accidental static shock (caused from him touching a metal doorknob) creates a powerful backlash of static electricity

-Squalo has a habit of closing car doors on his hair

-Ryohei can’t make a pot of coffee to save his life. It always turns out sludgy, watery, or way too bitter, no matter what he does

-Haru thought she got locked in the outdoor shed and broke the window in order to get out. Turns out the door was only stuck and needed a good push

-Byakuran accidently left a bag of marshmallows in his car on a hot day, resulting in a very sweet, sticky mess

-Gokudera knocked over an ambitious soup can display with his grocery cart in his haste to get the shopping done, resulting in him paying for over two dozen broken cans

-Shamal once got catfished on an online dating site. Gokudera’s still trying to get the full story out of him

-Kyoko broke the entertainment room’s plasma screen TV after she threw a video game controller at it, an instinctive reaction to be being spooked by a moment in a horror game. She’s not allowed anywhere near virtual reality systems

-Bianchi mistook “Can you pick up Tsuna on your way home?” for “Can you pick up tuna on your way home?” She returned a few hours later with fresh fish

-Lal Mirch thought she overheard Colonnello describing the looks of another attractive woman, and she immediately tries to figure out who he’s talking about without letting him find out. Eventually she confronts Basil, and learns that she arrived and left at the wrong points in the conversation–Colonnello was talking about a car, not a girl

-Lussuria got distracted by his soap opera while he was ironing, creating a blackened mark on one of Xanxus’ shirts and activating the smoke alarms

-If he’s in a rush, there’s a good chance Tsuna will run into the sliding glass door leading to the backyard, and more than once he’s gotten a bloody nose from these accidents

beanmaster-pika  asked:

Slytherin Squalo learning about the sword of Gryffindor?

-Squalo learns about Godric Gryffindor being a duelist through a book in the library, and that’s where he first learns about the sword of Gryffindor
-He normally only ever cares to research history about his own House, but this is different–this is about possibly the greatest sword of all time
-Ransacks the library to see where the sword ended up, but only discovers rumors, nothing solid
-Interrogates Yamamoto (a Gryffindor), who says that part of the lore is that the Sorting Hat will summon the sword for a true Gryffindor
-Squalo gets the password for Dumbledore’s office from Mammon and drags Yamamoto with him to break into the office during dinner
-Dumbledore knows exactly when the pair get inside his office but isn’t bothered, staying in the Great Hall. He’s amused by Squalo’s efforts, knowing his dedication to swordsmanship
-There’s a good hour of the Sorting Hat resting on Yamamoto’s head and Squalo screaming at it to give him the sword
-It’s about two years later when Tsuna (also a Gryffindor) accidentally summons the sword. He is promptly mauled by Squalo
-Tsuna spends the resulting week frantically trying to steal the sword of Gryffindor back from Squalo, because if anyone found out he’d be killed for letting a Lion heirloom land in the possession of a Slytherin
-Dumbledore is still amused

anonymous asked:

I was wondering if there are times where Squalo is just being a mom and have Bel and Fran ever actually addressed him as one to his face. Love your head cannons and keep up the awesome work!

Thanks so much, and thank you for the ask!

-When Belphegor is feeling particularly attention-needy, Squalo will let him lay against him on the couch and he’ll run his fingers through Belphegor’s hair

-If Fran can’t sleep, Squalo will use his Flames to help the kid relax

-Whenever they go grocery shopping, Squalo constantly snaps at them to stop putting junk food in the cart, and will eventually relent and let them buy one of whatever sugary cereal or bag of candy they insist on getting

-He took Belphegor to the dentist when he got his first cavity (and quietly monitored his brushing/flossing habits afterwards)

-He quizzes Fran when he has tests and exams, and helps him collect materials for his projects

-Fran and Belphegor call him Mom when he’s on their cases more than usual, like about cleaning their rooms (which are always a disaster), to stop being lazy, when they’re ill and don’t rest. Whenever one of them calls him Mom to his face Squalo will just glare, insult and smack them, but he doesn’t give much of a reaction otherwise

KHR Headcanon #7

In both middle and high school, Hibari has access to the records of all students. He knows personal information and grades. Everyone knows Hibari has access to their information but no one is brave enough to make a complaint against him.

Hana is annoyed and frustrated that Hibari wields his influence so unfairly, especially when no one knows anything about him. When she is included in the fold of Tsuna’s family by Kyoko, she gets brave and decides to do something about it.

Hibari keeps his record under lock and key in his office. With Chrome’s help,
Hana sneaks past the Disciplinary Committee members and breaks into his desk, stealing the file.

Hibari loses it when he discovers the threat and goes on a man-hunt to find the person responsible. It isn’t long before he confronts Hana and she hands over his file. The seal he attached to it is still intact, meaning she didn’t even open it. She admitted that she couldn’t bring herself to look. Hibari values his privacy and Hana doesn’t like sharing too much about herself to strangers either, so her conscious was too strong to ignore.

Hibari remarks that if she was a stranger, he would have attacked first without questions. He bites her to death and gives her detention for the rest of the year, but he can’t help but be impressed by her spirit and bravery.

anonymous asked:

What would happen if the kids are kidnapped and missing for a couple of days. How would the adults react and how would the kids protect each other.

I’ll stick with the Guardians and Varia, but if anyone wants to know headcanons on how the other adults would react let me know. Since my love for the Vongola Kids knows no limits, these are based off what would happen if Lambo, I-Pin, Fran and Futa got kidnapped.

Fran is the one in the worst condition, because he is drugged to prevent him from using his illusions. Lambo, I-Pin and Futa frequently check his pulse and make sure he isn’t developing a fever. Futa takes most the hits and kicks the kidnappers use to try and intimidate them, getting severe cuts and bruises. Lambo can’t help but cry during the first hours of captivity and I-Pin and Futa comfort him. I-Pin will give up the little food she receives to make sure her friends are fed, especially Fran. They keep close together, always talking and reassuring each other.

Tsuna: He’s devastated. He’s terrified. He knows he can’t break down because his little siblings need him to be strong until they’re safely back home and he does not sleep until they are. He’s furious that someone would target the kids in order to get to him. He feels immense guilt, because they would not be in this situation if they were not part of the Mafia world, and he thinks it’s his fault.

Ryohei: As being one of the oldest of his siblings, it is his job to make sure they are safe and is very hard on himself when he fails. He goes away for a bit of alone time, punching walls and whatever he can get his hands on to release his fear, agitation and anger. He’s constantly moving but significantly quieter, spending most of his time out in the field searching for the kids and their kidnappers.

Yamamoto: Keeps his family calm and soothing their fury, knowing how reckless and rash they can be. He’s fuming on the inside, but knows it will do no one any good to lose control, and helps head the investigation efforts. When the kidnappers are finally discovered does he release his emotions in a rare violent display. Drinks a lot of tea to keep his nerves as settled as possible given the circumstances.

Gokudera: Flings himself into the investigation, the more panicked and infuriated counterpart to Yamamoto. He drowns himself in the work to try and keep his mind off the what-ifs, stacks of paperwork and files on his desk as he tries to narrow the list of suspects. Is on top of updates and keeps the information flowing between CEDEF, Vongola and Varia so that no one is out of the loop.

Hibari: There is perhaps not an adjective powerful enough to describe just how enraged he is. Nobody harms his pack, and the fact that he could do nothing to prevent it makes it even worse. He takes every lead he is given, hunting down the herbivores who have given them problems in the past and brutally interrogating them. He doesn’t stop drawing blood until the kids are found, and he delivers the killing blow to the kidnappers.

Chrome: She stands strong, though she is breaking apart on the inside. She keeps Kyoko and Haru comforted and assists them in making sure their family does not neglect their own care during the search for the kids. She goes out with Mukuro to search, keeping him restrained when it seems he will go too far and he prevents her from descending into dark thoughts.

Mukuro: Is unable to keep still enough to go through the paperwork part of the investigation and goes out to search. He stays out all the day, trying to sense the presence of the kids and violently beat anyone he thinks is withholding information from him. He returns home at night, knowing that Hibari will continue looking, and keeps watch over his family.

Squalo: Is extremely agitated, because he (along with the others) knows that there is a good chance Fran is incapacitated to keep him from using his illusions. Takes care of the investigation on the Varia end, keeping in constant contact with Gokudera and Iemitsu. Doesn’t leave his office until the culprit is identified.

Mammon: He tries to locate the kids using his location ability, and when the results continuously come up negative, he grows frustrated and angry. Tries to break whatever barriers are preventing him with his illusionist abilities and ends up exhausting himself.

Lussuria: Though he is angry and worried, he keeps a calm exterior as the investigation goes on. He makes sure his family is taking care of themselves, such as bringing food to Squalo and ordering Mammon to rest. He is reluctant to leave the mansion, knowing his Sun Flames would be needed and wanting to be near.

Levi: Is very quiet and less argumentative, wanting to do anything he can to help locate the kids. It’s unnerving not having Fran around and he can’t stand the lack of the boy’s voice. He shares the paperwork load with Squalo and continuously checks on Xanxus, trying to calm his rage as best he can and keep him from going over the edge.

Belphegor: Gets very moody and aggressive, absolutely hating the fact he doesn’t know what Fran is going through. He misses his partner-in-crime and the hole that Fran’s absence creates is unbearable. He stays in the mansion, none of his family members allowing him to step outside while Fran is missing.

Xanxus: He’s livid, and his scars stretch out across his face and do not recede until Fran is found and the kidnappers have been slaughtered. After he learns Fran has been kidnapped, he destroys a fair bit of property before simmering in his office, keeping tabs on the progress of the investigation. He despises not knowing where Fran and the others are. He becomes paranoid and overprotective, keeping Belphegor close. He’s the first one to jump into action when the kidnappers are discovered.

anonymous asked:

Do tsuna and the Guardians introduce each other as "My brother/sister. . ." Or do they just say "my friend. . . .?" What about the Varia? Im sorry i really love you headcanons.

Thank you so much, and thanks for the ask!

-If the Guardians meet someone outside of the Mafia world, they introduce each other as siblings. But within the Mafia world, they say that they’re Guardians. Not only does the title have a lot of power and significance, but those in the Mafia world automatically know that Guardian equates to a strong family relationship, especially Vongola

-When the Varia introduce each other, it’s normally with a curse followed by an insult. Xanxus in particular will introduce them as ‘my effing shark’, ‘my effing Mist’, etc. with strong emphasis on my. Xanxus doesn’t keep things he doesn’t want, especially people. There’s a pretty gruesome rumour circulating through the Mafia world of what Xanxus did to a Don who attempted to lure Mammon to his Family with a large sum of money. So though they never explicitly state they are related, smarter people will pick up on it and keep it to themselves, others will find out the consequences of messing with the Varia 

anonymous asked:

play wrestling for the varia?


-Belphegor and Fran have a tendency to pull at Squalo’s hair, since the swordsman can’t stand it and usually freaks out
-Squalo will pin Belphegor down and mess up his hair as retaliation, demanding to know how he likes it
-Fran’s a little slippery to get a hold of, but Squalo will tackle Fran sooner or later and dig his face into the ground


-Fran will drag his socked feet across a carpet and then shock Levi, who gives a stronger reaction than normal people. He’ll then immediately take off, with Levi chasing after him
-Belphegor has a shock buzzer that he uses to zap Levi. It immediately results in a kick to his side and a chokehold
-the kids normally get several more shocks every time they wrestle with Levi, and the man still hasn’t managed to find and throw away that infernal shock buzzer 


-it’s easier for Fran to sneak up on Mammon, since he can cloak his presence to keep Mammon from sensing him. He’ll jump on Mammon’s back and try to bring him to the ground
-Belphegor lures Mammon into coming to him, normally by purposefully breaking something. The wrestling match usually ends with him wearing a black eye and Mammon promising to send him the bill
-When Mammon knows that they’re about to try and wrestle with him he’ll use his illusions to restrain them so he can make the first moves


-as a professional martial artist, it’s a bit harder to take Lussuria down. Fran tries to use his illusions to knock Lussuria off balance and bring him down
-Belphegor will jump on Lussuria’s back and try to pin his arms to his sides
-Lussuria is greatly amused by their efforts, and their matches always ends with the kids in a headlock or pinned to the floor


-it’s a risky endeavor, trying to land a hit on Xanxus, and Fran and Belphegor team up whenever they feel like trying
-illusions don’t really work on Xanxus, so they try to be stealthy and wait for the right time, like when he’s walking down a corridor or asleep
-Xanxus isn’t stupid, and knows exactly when they’re trying to pull a stunt. He’ll let them get close before suddenly turning on them, flipping them over or holding them down to the floor

All wrestling matches have Belphegor and Fran breathless with laughter, despite the outcome, and their family members are as amused as they are annoyed, because they’re crazy idiots, but they are their crazy idiots.

Supermarket Escapades

Rating: K+
Summary: When Xanxus does the grocery shopping (and this is rarely), he knows better than to let Fran and Belphegor tag along. Yet somehow they always manage. Probably because he doesn’t really put up a fight, and Belphegor and Fran know when it comes down to it, whatever they truly want, they get.

Belphegor stretched lazily across the leather couch, eyes locked on the television. Fran looked up from his book with annoyance when the blonde’s feet pressed against his side. “Do you mind?”

Smirking, Belphegor wiggled further down the couch cushions, forcing Fran to bunch up against the opposite arm in order to avoid a foot to the stomach. “Yes, actually. Get off my couch.”

“I was here first.”

“Doesn’t matter. I’m a prince.”

“A fallen prince,” muttered Fran, returning to his book.

Eyes narrowing, Belphegor pulled his socked feet back before slamming them into the thirteen-year-old. With a grunt of pain Fran fell off the arm of the couch and struck the hardwood floor, his book flying. “Jerk,” he grumbled, sitting up and rubbing his side.

Satisfied, Belphegor folded his arms behind his head. “What are you reading, anyway? I didn’t even think you could read.”

“It’s for school,” answered Fran, crawling over to retrieve his book, which landed upside down near the television. “I have to do a book report.” Taking the novel, he splayed out on the floor and searched for the page he had just been reading. “So kindly shut up and let me do my work.”

“We’ll see, brat.”

Xanxus crossed through the living room a few minutes later, disturbing the quiet atmosphere. “Get off my floor!” he barked, giving Fran a kick to the side as he walked by. Belphegor scowled in irritation when Xanxus walked in front of the television. “What, you can’t go around?”

“I’m gonna have a bruise,” sighed Fran, climbing to his feet.

“Hey,” called Belphegor, causing Xanxus to pause inside the entryway to the living room. “Where are you going?”

“To get milk,” he answered shortly. “One of you pieces of crap drank the last of it and didn’t add it to the list.”

“Ooh, pick up some chocolate gelato,” said Fran.

“And some tiramisu,” added Belphegor.

“Hell no,” snapped Xanxus. “I shouldn’t even been getting milk in the first damn place.”

“Well, you are, and if you’re gonna be at the supermarket you might as well get me what I want,” reasoned Fran.

“Ditto,” agreed Belphegor.

“I’m not getting you crap. You want it that badly you get it yourself.”

“Fine.” Fran climbed to his feet and hurried after the departing Xanxus. “I get shotgun.”

Belphegor scowled and swung himself off of the couch. “Over your dead body,” he snapped, running after the boy. It didn’t take long for him to catch up to Fran, thanks to his long legs. He body-slammed the child to the floor and cackled as he sped past. “The prince gets shotgun!”

He rushed past Xanxus, who had just opened the front door. The Varia boss rolled his eyes and stepped out into the afternoon sunlight. He shut the door behind him and strolled leisurely for his black truck, which sat at the front of the long driveway. “Idiots.”

Belphegor reached the passenger side door and grabbed the handle. But when he pulled, it didn’t budge. “Boss, unlock it!”

“It is unlocked, brat,” said Xanxus, throwing open driver’s side door. “The runt beat you to it.”

“How?” cried Belphegor, giving the tinted window a smack.

“You moron, he’s an illusionist.”

Scowling, Belphegor opened the rear door and slipped across the leather seat. Xanxus slipped his keys into the ignition and started his truck up. “I don’t remember saying you could come with me,” he said, though he still put the gearshift to ‘drive’.

“Well, you said if we wanted our stuff we had to get it ourselves,” pointed out Fran. “So here we are.”

“And you’re in my spot,” sneered Belphegor, giving the back of Fran’s seat a harsh kick.

Fran turned around for a brief moment so he could stick out his tongue. His action only served to encourage the blonde and Belphegor continued his kicking. Fran managed to ignore it for the first ten minutes of the drive, but when Belphegor started to kick in tune with a particular fast-paced song playing on the radio, his patience snapped.

“Knock it off, Bel-sempai!” he snapped.

“I’m not doing anything!”

“You’re kicking my seat!”

“Prove it!” taunted Belphegor, giving his hardest kick yet.

Fran twisted around in his seat and glared at the spare seatbelt next to the blonde. After a moment of concentration, the black straps elongated and wrapped tightly around Belphegor’s legs and restrained them.

“Hey!” snapped Belphegor, pulling on the thick straps. They held tight and would not budge. “I’m gonna skewer you if you don’t let me out of this right now!”

“Alright, both of you, shut the hell up!” barked Xanxus, fed up with the pair. “Or I swear, I’m going to kick you to the roadside and leave you there!”

Paling ever so slightly, Fran turned around and settled back in his seat. The seatbelt slithered off of Belphegor’s legs and went back to normal. Belphegor peered at the back of boy’s head curiously. It was a quick surrender, especially for someone who was never really bothered by Xanxus’ threats.

Xanxus pulled into the parking lot of the supermarket five minutes later. “You have ten minutes,” warned Xanxus as they all climbed out of his vehicle. “I am not waiting for you brats.”

“Yeah, yeah. Come on, Froggy. Let’s go shopping.”

The two raced across the tarmac and through the automatic sliding doors. Aisles upon aisles of various food products stretched before them, and there was a dull murmur in the air as dozens of people conversed at the same time.

“Race you,” challenged Belphegor, and the two raced across the tiles, towards the frozen treats section. In their attempt to take the lead, they jostled each other with their elbows. Fran grunted when he got a jab to the stomach and doubled over. Triumphant, Belphegor slid to a stop in front of the large freezers at the back of the store. “Ha!”

Grumbling under his breath, Fran straightened and went to get his desired treat. He paused when he spotted cans of whipped cream in the freezer next to the gelato. Smirking, he yanked open the door and grabbed two cans.

Popping the tops off, he whirled around and cried, “Watch your hair, pretty boy!”

Belphegor looked at the teal-haired child in bewilderment, only to yelp when he was assaulted by gooey white cream. Hands letting go of the tiramisu, he stumbled away from the freezer and held up his hands to protect his face.

“You rotten twerp, you are so dead!”

“What’s the matter?” taunted Fran, keeping the nozzles of the cans aimed at the blonde. “Your hair getting ruined?”

With deadly accuracy Belphegor removed two knives from the inside of his jacket and threw them at the whipped cream cans. The silver daggers hit their mark, causing the nozzles to hiss with air. Fran dropped the broken cans and rushed to restock his ammo. Belphegor cut the thirteen-year-old off and snagged a can of the dessert topping with one hand and grabbed Fran by the collar of his shirt with the other.

“You said something about ruined hair?” he sang, using his elbow to knock Fran’s frog hood to the floor.

Wiggling madly, Fran was about to shift out of the blonde’s arms. Belphegor manoeuvered his arm around the boy’s neck and put him in a headlock. “Nah-uh. No using your illusions in public-not until you learn how to fool security cameras.”

“Bel-sempai!” hissed Fran, thrashing madly.

Grinning madly, Belphegor pressed against the nozzle and coated Fran’s head with whipped cream. When there was a hefty amount, he dropped the can and rubbed his knuckles roughly into the whipped cream, digging it even further into the boy’s teal strands.

“Runts shouldn’t mess with their superiors unless they want to get thrashed.”

“I’m gonna thrash you when I get out of here!”

What are you doing?”

Belphegor hastily let go of Fran as a furious store employee stormed down the aisle towards them. “Whoops, busted!”

“Clean up on aisle whatever!” Fran called before taking off, right behind Belphegor. The guy ran after them, but he was no match for the speed of the two wiry males, who were plenty experienced in running away when the situation called for it.

Xanxus stepped out of the snack aisle, holding a basket that was loaded with items other than just milk. He froze when two very familiar figures raced past him, unaware. His eyes shifted to the employee hurrying after them at a far slower speed.

Those effing morons.

Scowling, he held out an arm, halting the employee in his tracks. “I’m afraid I can’t help you at the moment, I’m-”

“I know,” snapped Xanxus. He stared briefly at the globs of whipped cream that dotted the floor like a trail. “I’ll deal with it.”

The lanky brunette’s eyes narrowed. “Are they yours?”


“They made a completely mess in the frozen foods department! The floor is covered in whipped cream, it’s a tripping hazard!”

“Clean it up. That’s your job, isn’t it?”

The employee wanted to argue, but now that he was faced with the father (so he thought) of the two males, he was quickly re-evaluating his opinion. “Yes, sir,” he said quickly, suddenly fearing the tall, scarred man. “I trust you’ll take care of it.”

“Believe me, I will.”

The employee nodded and hurried off to take care of the mess. Xanxus picked up a few last items, paid for them and went out into the parking lot with his bags. He could not help but snort at the sight of his two charges, who had enough sense not to climb into his pristine truck when they were coated in whipped cream.

They had managed to find some water bottles and were using the liquid to wash out their hair. Fran was bare-chested, his soiled shirt on the ground by his feet. Belphegor was in his black-and-purple striped shirt, his black jacket tied around his waist, the whipped cream stains visible.

The two had yet to notice him, so Xanxus moved quietly. He set his groceries in the back of his truck before striding over to the two males.

Whap! Whap!

“Ow!” cried Fran, dropping his water bottle and clutching his now-aching head. “Boss!”

“Xanxus!” hissed Belphegor.

“Shut up. Why the hell can’t you morons go grocery shopping without starting something?” growled Xanxus.

“We didn’t do anything!”

Xanxus rolled his crimson eyes. “Bull. You’re lucky you got that stuff off of you or else you’d be walking home. In the truck.”

The two quickly complied, piling into the backseat. Xanxus got into the driver’s seat and they were soon on their way.

“Good thing that guy came when he did,” whispered Belphegor. “You would have been toast.”

“No, you’re lucky,” retorted Fran. “You were saved from a humiliating defeat.”

Shut the eff up.”

They quickly quieted at Xanxus’ growl and stayed that way for the rest of the trip. After Xanxus pulled into the driveway and backed up into his parking spot, he took out the keys and turned to glare at the two males. “Bring the groceries in.”

“On it,” they chorused, though Belphegor’s tone was sullen.

They all piled out and Xanxus went straight into the mansion. Fran took two of the bags out of the truck bed and Belphegor reluctantly picked up the last two. “A prince should not have to do such manual labour.”

“Good thing you’re not a prince,” replied Fran, peering into the bags to see what Xanxus had bought. “Hey, sweet!”

Belphegor glanced over his shoulder. “What?”

Fran held up one of his bags and the blonde peered inside. A grin curled across his face when he spotted the container of chocolate gelato nestled against the frozen tiramisu. “We are so his favourites.”

He held out his hand for a high-five. Smiling, Fran slapped his palm against Belphegor’s waiting one.


anonymous asked:

Gosh yes. Tenderwith Reborn pretty please? Thank you so much.

You’re welcome, and thank you for the ask!

-Anytime someone is sick, Reborn isn’t as harsh and rough. He’ll thread his fingers through their hair, check on them throughout the night, take up some of the work that is piling up. If the kids are sick Reborn will let them sleep with him

-He took twelve-year-old Lambo to the city once, and on the way back home he fell asleep on the subway. Reborn carried him in his arms for the rest of the trip

-Tsuna has the habit of coming up behind Reborn and putting his arms around his shoulders, and Reborn always responds by putting him in a headlock

-When Skull busted his motorcycle in an accident, Reborn paid for it to be completely repaired (anonymously, of course)

-When Haru is feeling particularly homesick for her parents, Reborn escorts her and Kyoko to Namimori to ensure they’ll be protected

-When Tsuna and Reborn are staying up late doing work, Tsuna will rest his head on Reborn’s shoulder and Reborn will keep his hand against the brunette’s neck. If anyone comes across this display of affection, they know better than to comment on it

anonymous asked:

If you're still doing them, Laughter w/ Reborn and Tsuna?

-when Reborn regained his adult body, Tsuna realized that he dropped his habit of dressing in disguises. When he asked why, Reborn gave him a look and said, “None of your business, Dame Tsuna.” Tsuna then pictured adult Reborn wearing one of his disguises and figured out the answer himself, as he dissolved into laughter. Reborn just rolled his eyes and smacked him

-Tsuna gets a particular look that is very trying to Reborn’s stoic nature. It’s when he’s utterly dumbfounded by the chaotic events that surround him, but knows there’s not much he can do about it. It’s pained, resigned expression, and there’s something about it that makes Reborn have to slip away so he can laugh in private

-Tsuna accidentally sent Reborn to the wrong place for a mission, misreading the handwriting on the assignment sheet. When he realizes his mistake, he’s initially fearful, but then gets hysterical with laughter over imagining the look on Reborn’s face when he too discovers he’s not where he’s supposed to be

-The first time Tsuna slammed into the sliding glass door of the mansion Reborn couldn’t hold in his laughter, and the humour isn’t lost no matter how times Tsuna does it 

anonymous asked:

🎮 w/ Xanxus, Bel and Fran please~ ^_^

-Fran is a notorious cheater, even worse than Belphegor. He uses his illusions to get himself in first place. Or at least he tries. Xanxus catches on immediately and a solid whack across the head is enough to make Fran cease

-Belphegor won’t settle for anything less than Player 1. Fran normally lets him take the position to save him the hassle, but when Xanxus plays with them, it’s a brawl. Belphegor ends up with several bruises and the Player 2 controller, while Xanxus is amused by his persistence

-When they play first-person shooter games, Bel and Fran team up against Xanxus to try and take him down. They haven’t won yet

-They have managed to beat Xanxus in a racing game though. Belphegor was very close to winning, so Fran made the sacrifice by tackling the controller from Xanxus. His ribs haven’t quite been the same since Xanxus slammed his knee into them

-There’s always a good chance of Xanxus throwing his controller at the television in a fit of rage. Belphegor and Fran manage to catch it most of the time

-Xanxus buys a new console whenever one comes out, claiming its to keep Bel and Fran occupied and out of his hair. They know better, though, and buy games that they can all play

anonymous asked:

Fran and Lambo for "do you think we could get pizza delivered to the school?"

“Do you think we could get pizza delivered to the school?”

Sitting on the top of the stone courtyard table, a ham sandwich in one hand and a comic book in the other, Fran did not look up as he answered Lambo’s question. “Yes.”

Humming thoughtfully, Lambo played with a loose thread on his school shirt. A prank formed in his mind and a smirk curled across his lips. “You want to help me out?”

Finally shifting his attention to his friend, Fran said, “Sure. Why not?”

“Great!” Jumping to his feet, Lambo declared, “Tomorrow afternoon, Principal Salvatore is going to be drowning in one hundred pizzas.”

Fran stuffed the rest of his sandwich into his mouth and followed Lambo inside the school. When it became clear that Lambo was heading for the payphones, Fran asked, “What are you doing?”

“Placing the order.”

“I don’t think the pizza place is going to take you seriously if you call from a school payphone,” drawled Fran. “I’m sure they’re programmed with caller ID.”

Lambo paused at the end of the corridor and frowned. “Dang. Didn’t think of that. So how are we going to place the order?”

His response was for Fran to disappear in a swell of Mist waves. Lambo frowned, confused by the abrupt departure, but almost as soon as he had gone Fran returned. He tossed a cell phone towards Lambo, who managed to catch it. “It’ll be a lot more convincing when it comes from the phone of the school’s principal.”

Lambo gaped. “You stole Salvatore’s phone?”


“Nice move. Don’t tell I-Pin I said that.”

Lambo dialled the number for the local pizza place. When the person on counter duty answered, he deepened his voice and placed an order for a hundred pizzas, giving the reason that the food was for a massive school event for the students. When he was asked for a credit card number, Lambo paled, until Fran held out a slim black credit card with Salvatore’s name emblazoned on the front. He hastily recited the number written on the front and completed the transaction. He bid goodbye and hung up, letting out a mix of a laugh and a gasp.

“We are so getting expelled.”

Twenty-four hours later, a truckload of greasy, cardboard pizza boxes pulled up to the front of the school. Students immediately milled about, cheering and plucking cheesy slices from the boxes that were soon passed out amongst them. Salvatore stormed outside, demanding to know what was going on. When the delivery boy explained that he had ordered all the pizzas, Salvatore insisted it was a prank.

His face turned purple when the employee handed him a receipt, which detailed the credit card number used to pay for the order. The pizzas already paid for and unable to be returned, he could only stand as students mobbed the truck to get a box.

“If I ever find out which one of you did this, I will see to it that you are expelled effective immediately!” he boomed.

Tucked in the corner of the courtyard, Lambo and Fran shared a box of pepperoni pizza. Lambo was laughing so hard he was crying, and he exclaimed, “Best. Lunch. Ever.”

anonymous asked:

Could you do quote #5 for Hibari pls

Lambo’s eyes darted about wildly, fingers clutching his schoolbag to his chest. The four boys that surrounded him in circle formation advanced slowly, their knuckles cracking together menacingly.

“You gonna cry, Bovino?” taunted the largest one.

Lambo could already feel the moisture gathering, but he blinked away the tears. He would not give them the satisfaction. “No,” he said hotly. “But you might find yourself crying in a second if you don’t get lost.”

The bullies broke into laughter. “Why don’t you put your money where your big mouth is?”

Dropping his bag to the ground, Lambo launched forwards. Limbs were immediately flying everywhere, and the ten-year-old scratched, clawed and punched wherever he could reach. Stars exploded in his vision when a hit slammed into the back of his head. He instinctively sent out a jolt of electricity, causing the males ganging up on him to jump backwards with howls of pain.

“What the hell?” demanded the blonde bully, staring at the burn marks made on his arm.

Lambo straightened, bruises and cuts on his arms and face. He did not run away, standing shakily in front of his assaulters. “Leave. Me. Alone,” he snapped, and there was a brief ripple of electricity through his body as his anger surged.

The bullies stared at him in stunned disbelief. The leader took an uncertain step forwards, unwilling to admit defeat to someone younger than him. But then his eyes strayed past Lambo, towards a figure across the street, where a frozen gray stare seemed to cut straight through his soul. Sudden fear coursing through him, he spun around and took off running, and it wasn’t long before his friends joined him.

Lambo breathed heavily, watching the four disappear down the sidewalk. Pride flared through him at the battle won, and he picked up his bag and started for home in better spirits.

On the other side of the street, Hibari watched Lambo, his tonfas glimmering in the afternoon sun. Satisfied that the situation was over, he slipped his weapons into the inside of his school jacket. Lambo was battered, but he had fought bravely, despite being outnumbered. Hibari smiled slightly and started off, making a mental note to take care of the ones who tormented Lambo properly.

anonymous asked:

Fran for "You have a fever." please!

And that’s the last one for the KHR Back-to-School Event! Thanks for participating!

“You have a fever.”

Fran gave the nurse an blank look. “How many years did you spend in medical school in order to state the obvious?”

Bristling, the nurse set the thermometer aside and chose to ignore the rude remark. “I’ll page the secretary and let her know you’re on your way to the office. She’ll call home.”

“I don’t need to go home.”

“It’s important that you go home to rest and recover. Staying at school will only make your illness worse.”

Locking eyes with the nurse, Fran managed to force past the haze of his fever to use his abilities. The woman grew dazed and said mechanically, “But I suppose you will be fine for today. You can head back to class.”

Fran stood and exited the nurse’s office. I-Pin was waiting for him outside and she jumped to her feet. “What did she say?”

“That I’m fine,” drawled Fran.

His red and sweaty face said otherwise. I-Pin glared disapprovingly at him. “You manipulated her to stay in school, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, and now I have a headache. I told you I didn’t need to go to the nurse.”

“You know what can happen if you don’t treat a fever,” said I-Pin in frustration. “You can’t just leave it.”

“I won’t. I know how to take care of myself. Your concern is appreciated but not needed. See you after class.”

He walked off, leaving I-Pin behind. She shook her head and dug out her cell phone. “Fine. You won’t listen to me, but I know someone you will listen to.”

“Fran Hamasaki, please report to the office.”

Lifting his head sluggishly from his desk, Fran took a moment to process the announcement that came over the intercom. He stood up and started out of the classroom, heading down the corridor. He tried to think of anything that he had done recently that would result him being called to the office, but couldn’t pinpoint one specific thing.

He wasn’t expecting to see Squalo, so he paused in the entryway in surprise. Arms crossed over his chest, Squalo regarded Fran coolly. “Get your crap. We’re leaving.” Fran opened his mouth to protest, but Squalo cut him off with a quiet, “Now.

Pursing his lips, Fran obeyed. He stopped by his class to collect his books and then his locker to get his bag. Squalo was waiting for him outside and they started towards the car parked at the curb together.

“I-Pin called you.”

“And she shouldn’t have effing had to,” growled Squalo. “You should know better.”

“I would have kept an eye on it,” snapped Fran. “It was only for five hours, anyway.”

“Mammon ever tell you what happened to the Salvo Family’s illusionist?”

Fran grimaced. “Many times. Fever caused her to suffer serious hallucinations, and accidentally brought those hallucinations to life in her delirium. They killed her.”

Squalo’s artificial hand slammed into the side of his head. Fran’s vision exploded with stars and when it cleared he found himself face-to-face with the swordsman, a strong grip on his chin.

“The next time I-Pin has to inform me you’re ill, it won’t just be the fever you’ll have to worry about. Do you understand me?”

“Yeah,” muttered Fran.

Believing Fran was sincere, Squalo relinquished the teen. They made their way to the car and climbed inside. Shifting the gear, Squalo paused and said, “You’re already a pain in the ass. Disrupting one of us in the middle of the day to come get you is far from the most annoying thing you’ve done.”

Squalo had addressed the issue without Fran needing to voice it, and the warmth of the car’s heater and the man’s affection caused Fran to be drowsy with sleep.

“Well, since you’re already out here, let’s pick up some ice-cream,” said Fran with a yawn.

Squalo didn’t bother to answer, figuring the kid would figure out Lussuria had already stocked up on cold food upon receiving I-Pin’s call. But Fran didn’t press the matter, already falling fast asleep in the security of Squalo’s car, the swordsman’s hand resting lightly against his flushed forehead.

anonymous asked:

What about some fluffy headcanons about Gokudera x Tsuna?

-Gokudera occasionally falls asleep at his desk if he’s doing work late at night, and Tsuna will carry him back to his room and tuck him into bed so he can have a comfortable sleep

-Tsuna relies heavily on Gokudera and would be lost without him. Every so often he gets Gokudera flowers as a show of appreciation

-if Tsuna is reading something over Gokudera’s shoulder, he’ll play with his hair, like making braids or tugging on the ends

-If Tsuna is stressed (or more stressed than usual) Gokudera will bring him a ton of sugary snacks and sit with him, helping him with his work or talking through any problems Tsuna is encountering

-Gokudera will always play the piano for Tsuna when asked, and the brunette will sit beside him as he plays, resting his head on his shoulder