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Can we talk about the scene in the beginning of the Future Arc where TYL!Gokudera is visiting Tsuna’s grave with flowers? Can we talk about how devasted and absolutely destroyed Gokudera must’ve been upon finding out that his boss died during negotiations with the Millefiore? I mean, we see it as Tsuna dying to further the plot, but my god, what were his friends and family - especially his right-hand man - feeling that the moment besides pure anguish? 

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I’m weak. 

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OH MY GOD.

Please worship Hibari Kyoya with me. I love him to pieces... and I have a poster of the TYL!Version and TYB!Version of him in my room, along with his armband... 

Hibari Kyoya Weekend 2016

Hello everybody!! Don’t let the username fool you, it’s going to be a weekend, not a week. I’ve squeezed in his birthday tho just for fun! (I was trying to plan something bigger but life got in the way so it’s down to a weekend. Maybe next year!!)

This is @hibariky and I’m excited to host this for one of my all time favorite characters. I’ve typed this out on my phone so I wouldn’t forget later. So if there’s anything wrong/confusing, send a message!

This will be held May 6-8.

Anyways, what is the Hibari Kyoya Weekend? It’s a weekend dedicated to our favorite delinquent prefect, Hibari Kyoya from KHR! Anything is welcome, from writings to art to whatever else you have in mind!

Let me tell you, I am the least creative person when it comes to coming up with prompts and stuff but I decided to stick to basic things for this first event, see how things play out. There’s two different ones for each day so you can choose either one or both! Here they are:

Thursday May 5: Leader/Birthday

Friday May 6: Guardian/High School

Saturday May 7: Time/AU

Sunday May 8: Friends/ Your choice

Rules for the event:

- Anything is allowed for this. Edits, gifs, fanart, fics, etc. - If you have created something but it is on another website, make sure the link works so we can be able to see it. - What you created (mostly fanart/fics) must be yours. Anything reposted/stolen will be ignored. - If you have any questions, please send a message/ask to this blog and not my other khr blogs. - The tag will be “hibarikyoyaweekend” - All the things tagged as such will be reblogged to this blog. Make sure to tag it or else I can’t see it or won’t know about it!! - Have fun and be respectful!

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Heartstrings

                                         3: send a little rain your way

“I’m assuming the past six months have been eventful?”

Tsuna clears his throat from his position on his black swivel chair. Over a backdrop of velvet curtains and a window framing the late afternoon sky, he makes brief eye contact with you to prompt a response before turning back to the task at hand: readying the new documents for the coming term.

“Almost a little too eventful,” you rub the tender area of your forearm as you recall just how the area was bruised. You had been assigned to Ryohei six months ago, dutifully conducting research pertaining to his sun flames and the effect certain molecules had on the speed and quality of regeneration. On the last day of your partnership, the Sun Guardian had given you a particularly hard slap on your left arm as his personal way of thanking you.

Now, in late December, you are standing in Tsuna’s office awaiting his decision - that of the next Guardian you will be working under. His honey-hued eyes flicker side to side as he flips through the stapled pages slowly, ever so slowly, to give them a final check. With every rustle and every audible tick of the cartel clock mounted on the wall beside you, you grow restless, waiting with bated breath for Tsuna to speak. Every night leading up to today, you prayed - hands clasped and faced towards the heavens - to be assigned to his Right-Hand Man.

You want more reasons, more opportunities to talk to him, and to connect with him on a deeper level than the small talk offered by your acquaintanceship.

But as the the first few syllables come tumbling out of Tsuna’s mouth, you abandon all hope.

“How do you feel about rings, (Name)?” Tsuna asks gently as your heart sinks to the floor. There’s a trace of timidness in his voice as he presents you the cream-hued document from below. Thinking he only looks apologetic for giving you a week to rest, you realize just what he’s sorry for as soon as your eyes meet the name printed on the cover.

“Hibari-san?” You read quizzically as you take the thick paper, fingers grazing the coarse surface, into your hands. Recalling all you know about the Cloud Guardian and his passel of rings, your faces lights up in sudden realization. “This wouldn’t have to do with him breaking them in battle, would it?”

“That’s the exact reason this topic became one of interest to us,” the brunet explains with a slight sigh, appearing inconvenienced by the matter at hand. “Both my father and the Ninth remarked that they’ve never seen a case where the these rings break in battle, whether it was done under the discretion of the user or not.” Apparently, even science isn’t able to tame the strongest Guardian.

“I’m happy to extend the duration of the study if need be,” Tsuna adds, knowing that ample time is essential to the project.

“I would appreciate that,” you nod, placing the document in your leather briefcase. With personal feelings and disappointment set aside, you decide to focus on this project for the next six months - because this is your job and you should be working for the interests of the Vongola - for Decimo and his Guardians - and not yourself. “I���ll have the outline typed up for Hibari-san in two week’s time. I’ll either arrange a meeting with him personally or arrange one through Kusakabe, depending on which is more efficient at the time.”

‘That’s (Name) when it comes to work,’ Tsuna thinks as you bid your goodbyes. But before you can leaves, the Vongola Boss stops you as he takes notice of an envelope sitting on his desk.

“Actually, (Name), would you be able to help me relay a message as well…?”

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Heartstrings

                                               2: newfound grace 

One early morning, you’re walking down a sun-soaked wing of the Vongola Headquarters. Mentally combing over all that needs to be done today, you stifle a yawn and decide to help yourself to some coffee. You figure you can get some readings done while basked in the aroma of hot water filtering through the coffee beans. As you proceed to the break room, the sound of a beautiful piano piece begins drifting through the halls. Your heart flutters when you realize who the musician is; there is only one man whose fingers can craft each note with such delicacy and care.

When he notices you by the door, he stops playing and faces you. The winter sun from the uncurtained window bathes the man in an angelic glow, and you wonder how anyone could be so beautiful. Afraid to say much else because those gorgeous green eyes are entangled with your own once again, you choose to give him a demure smile and a silent prayer that he doesn’t see the trembling hands you hide behind your blazer.

“You look interested,” he teases, getting up from the piano bench.

Flustered by the open-ended statement, you choose to clarify your intentions, “That was a beautiful piece.”

“Come here.”

He gestures to the piano with a slight nod of his head. Swept away by the command, you comply immediately, scampering over - heels clacking on the marble floor - to join him by the grand instrument. He runs his skilled fingers over the sea of black and white keys before turning his attention to you.

“Have you ever played before?”

“Never,” you admit in embarrassment, striking a key gently with your own hand.

He smirks, confident in his skills honed from two decades of practice, “I’ll teach you, then.”

He motions for you to make yourself comfortable on the bench and, breath hitched, you seat yourself. In his position behind you, he outstretches his arms to play something simple, murmuring something that falls deaf to your ears; it’s difficult to concentrate on anything when you’re embraced in the arms of the man who has every ounce of your affection.

You hold back a gasp when his larger calloused hands flutter over your smaller ones before taking them to lead them through a scale. Heart beating erratically, you submit entirely to his guidance. Contrary to his pugnacious nature, his movements are tender and his words are gentler beyond your imagination. His hands are pleasantly warm intertwined with yours and the fact that they fit so perfectly with each other makes you wonder maybe, just maybe, if this is fate.

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Taking requests!

Hi everyone! Just wanted to let you guys know that I’m done all my exams and will be far more active on this blog as a result. If you’re looking for a head-canon to be fulfilled or a one-shot/story (give me a plot) and I’ll try my best to write it. Moreover, feel free to message me just for chit-chat! I love KHR to bits and I would love to have someone else to talk to about it. 

Otherwise, I’ll be updating my own story - Heartstrings! I’m hoping to make it a good dose of angst, romance, Hibari & Reader with a side-helping of one-sided Gokudera & Reader. 

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And a Few More…

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Alaude/Alaudi x Cavallone Primo.

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Art by Raibura.

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Children (TYL!Hibari & Reader)

Wrote this little thing back in 2013 when I was planning out a big Hibari story, but could never bring it to fruition. I was listening a lot of the last opening - Canvas - when I wrote this. Also, the whole Hibari & Reader thing is implied, haha! I just love writing interactions with Kusakabe because he's adorable. 

Delicate eyelids flutter over now closed eyes, momentarily shutting out the broken, destitute world . You remain still as a tranquil breeze gently skims over your tense limbs. Its tremors bristle the grass beneath your feet in waves and swirls the fallen cherry blossoms in whimsical patterns across the sky. Perhaps you would have taken notice of the beautiful progression in weather, had your mind not been elsewhere. Instead, you desperately try to cling onto the silence for as long as possible.

As you exhale lightly, you open both of your eyes. Through a hurricane of pink petals, you see two distinct figures running about in a nearby field. Somewhere in the distance, a thirteen-year old Lambo chases around I-Pin, who is dribbling a soccer ball away from the usually lethargic Thunder Guardian. Seeing them so carefree somehow eases the discomfort in your body.

Not more than ten minutes ago, you were sitting in a meeting office with majority of the Vongola members. It had been a impromptu meeting called by Tsunayoshi, and you suspected a connotation of urgency in his speech. You recall feeling your stomach sink as you watched a grim expression settle on the man's usually lively face. His sweet disposition was long gone once he announced that in a week’s time, he would be negotiating an ultanium with the Millefiore. His right-hand man had verbally opposed to this meeting, begging to be at least an escort, but Tsunayoshi had quieted him down.

You didn’t want this war.

So engaged in your own musing, you didn’t realize the presence of a figure watching over you.

Beside you sits Tetsuya Kusakabe — a man twenty-five years of age who still sports a truly distinctive hairstyle. He remarks that faraway look in your eyes, always so gently glossed in an indescribable pensiveness. And he’s been seeing it more than usual in the past few months. He always owed it to your heavy paperwork - which was more or less comprised of a slew of arithmetic and equations. But this time, he’s certain that your thoughts are going far beyond mere numbers.

He takes to audacity to ask.

“Is something on your mind, (Name)?”

Suddenly snapping back to reality, you turn to face Kusakabe.

“Not really,” you reply, laughing off the embarrassment of having been caught daydreaming.

“There’s no need to hold back,” the older man encourages, twirling a strand of grass in his mouth. His face lights up in in clear amusement when he notices your face turning the slightest tint of pink.

“You’re always welcome to share with me.”

You nod politely, acknowledging Kusakabe's presence.

You extend an arm to catch a floating petal in your hands, fidgeting around with it before murmuring something about spring epitomizing the rebirth of life. Kusakabe raises an eyebrow at your sudden interest in the season. As you let the wind carry the delicate pink flower away, Kusakabe smiles kindly. He doesn’t expect you to speak anymore nor does he urge you to. He'd learned not to pry. Instead, the man starts to rise from his seat with an intent to call the two teenagers back into the newly constructed base. He stops his movements however, when your voice abruptly penetrates through the pregnant silence.

“Do you... ever think about having children, Kusakabe?”

The man chuckles slightly. You lightly slap his shoulder in good humour, but the Cloud Guardian’s subordinate remained unfazed.

So this is the question that was lingering on your mind...?

"I know I shouldn't bring such a topic up, given the current conditions of the Vongola," you stammer, awkwardly trying to patch in the parts that Kusakabe might just misinterpret. "But I -"

"- do, in fact, (Name)," Kusakabe reassures you, sheepishly scratching his cheek.. "Though it can wait; I'm in very little hurry."

"I just wish we weren't involved in this warfare at the moment," you sigh. "I can't imagine a pleasant outcome to it at all..."

Kusakabe shakes his head in disagreement.

"If it's the Vongola who's dealing with it," he speaks, and you can hear the utmost confidence laced in his words. Having been affiliated with said family for the last decade or so, Kusakabe has put much faith in Tsunayoshi and his Guardians. "They'll put a stop to it before it has a chance to develop fully."

He immediately notices a relieved grin gracing your face at his response. You bury your head into your arms, hair splaying over the sleeves of your blazer. The wind around you two begins to die down until the world momentarily comes to a peaceful still. Almost simultaneously, the late afternoon sun shyly peeks through the mass of clouds who paves way for it.

Kusakabe clears his throat. He supposes he can let Lambo and I-Pin cherish the final few minutes outside. "And yourself?"

Tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, you voice your previous desires that has been eating at you since the beginning.

"Maybe after the feud with the Millefiore is over, when all the civilians are safe," you whisper willfully. You hope it wouldn't be too long before you are able to see daylight as freely as today. "It's too much of a dream now that I think about it,, but maybe then I could..."

You don’t even need to continue for Kusakabe to understand the full intent of your incomplete phrase. Back turned towards you, the man ambles over the dry grass. He is certain that your eyes are now filled with a longing hope; a hope for the war to end as fast as it had started.

After all, no matter how much resemblance your future children may bear to Kyoya, Kusakabe supposes that it wouldn't be too much of a hassle to baby-sit one or two more little Cloud Guardians in the future.

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これでいいんだよと 過ぎいく春の逃げ道探してるんだろう? you are searching for spring's escape route, saying this is good enough, aren't you? - sakura addiction

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Hearstrings

His fingers plucked at them until they snapped, but you would find someone else to restring them.

TYL!Gokudera x Reader (one-sided) TYL! Hibari x Reader (end)

                                                 1: lumière on me 

With eyes as green as the Tenerife sea, Gokudera Hayato is the sea you swim in. He can captivate you with a mere glance in your direction, shackling you in place right there. You love how his brows furrow and eyes narrow when he’s deep in concentration, drawing more attention to that lovely emerald shade. You love, as well, the sensuous curve of his mouth when a cocky smirk overtakes his face in a moment of triumph. And his lips, those lips, seem to sing of a sinful promise that flushes your face when your mind dares venture there. But above all, you love his passion for his work and his penchant for storytelling: of his school days, of his time in Italy, of anything. It doesn’t matter what talks about, just as long as he’s giving you the time of day. Any meeting, any conversation is a cherished one that you keep in the back of your head, and dream about when you need something to smile about.

Gokudera Hayato.

You are absolutely enamoured with Gokudera Hayato.

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My Little Bird (1/?)

This is based off a request from an anon where Hibird is turned into a bird, but turns out to be quite different than what one expects her to be. 

It was a warm summer day at Namimori Middle. At precisely eight in the morning, all students had quietly assembled in their respective classrooms, fearing punishment if they weren’t. Hibari Kyoya filtered stealthily down an empty hallway, squinting as the morning sun crept through windows. His factotum, whose one of many duties involved singing the school anthem every morning, had dissipated throughout the school to tend to their duties, leaving the head prefect to his own thoughts.

One of them being the location on his usual companion, Hibird.

The last time he remembered seeing the bird was earlier this morning in his office upon arriving at the school. When he left for an early patrol, Hibird didn’t follow him like she usually did. He wasn’t concerned or worried for that matter; he just found it peculiar. Stifling a yawn, he decided to do paperwork for the time being until lunch was served. When he approached his office at the end of the hall, the sound of papers bristling behind the door caught his attention. As he was the only person allowed to work in this particular room, he was annoyed that someone had entered with his permission.

He thrust the sliding door open quickly, preparing to beat the daylights out of whoever was snooping around in his office. However, he came to realize (amusedly) that it wasn’t one of his henchmen or a deliquent in his office, but a girl not two years younger than himself who had already made herself comfortable on his table. She was dressed in a bright yellow cotton dress that stopped mid-thigh and had only two thick straps covering her shoulder area. With his reports pushed neatly to the side, she placed her palms on the oak table where they once lay and let her bare legs dangle, occasionally kicking the front of the desk. She wore a smug smile that rivalled his, boasting the fact that she had claimed his space.

“Who are you?” He questioned, though he had a good instinct who she was. After seeing a certain Vongola mechanic around Namimori in the past few days, he had prepared for something of this nature to happen, but never to his own comrade.

She blinked at him with her doe eyes and a pout, “Isn’t it obvious, Hibari?” Her voice was melodic, similar to that of a certain bird’s. “I’m with you all the time!”

When a sudden bang filled the room, the two figures in the office simultaneously looked outside the window. Upon seeing two upper years engaged in a fight on the courtyard outside, the girl’s eyes lightened in amusement. She flicked her soft tresses - barely touching her delicate shoulders before pushing herself off his desk, a crafty smile pulling at her soft lips. She ran with alacrity to the door to open it and winked at the prefect, beckoning him to join her.

“No time for formal introductions, then,” she stuck out a tongue. “Discipline is in order!”

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Hey! Jus found your blog and honestly you should get more requests: your writings really good. So for Reborn! Day I want to request something really funny but at the same time (hopefully) cute! I want a Hibari fic where Hibird transforms into an actual girl, but she's totally not how you would expect her to be; she's sassy, funny, childish and carefree. Kinda the opposite of him but still follows justice well. I imagine this to be a humorous fluff. Best of luck and Happy Reborn! Day!!! ~ ❤️❤️❤️

Thank you so much, and happy Reborn Day to you, too! You honestly just made my day, haha. Also, your idea is adorable, so I am most definitely writing it. I’ll post them in parts throughout the day. Feel free to request more if you want! 

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無限に広がるキャンバスは希望に染まってく 僕らはみんな “自分らしさ”という名の 筆を持ってるんだ The infinite canvas is now dyed in hope. Everyone of us has a brush called "personality."