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Hello! I don't know if you're still on Tumblr, but I wanted to tell you that you're a fantastic writer and I loved every fic you wrote here. Have a nice day! :D

I don’t use Tumblr much anymore, but I still get email notifs! Thank you for stopping by and leaving a lovely ask!! <3333 I’m happy to hear that you liked the fics here ^^

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KHR Big Bang Interest Check Survey

As the title says, I’m planning on hosting a KHR Big Bang. But first of all:

What is a Big Bang? A Big Bang is a collaborative fandom event that spans over a period of several months, focused on creating more content for a fandom or ship. Writers and artists are paired together, wherein the writer will create a new and original fanfic during the given time period, that the artist partnered with them will make an art piece for. Writers will submit either a summary, sneak peek, or outline of their work, and these will be shown to the artists, with the name of the writer kept anonymous. Artists will have to choose their top five summaries, and submit it. Pairs will be given on a first come first serve basis, but in the case that an artist is left with all top summaries already chosen, and a writer’s summary is left unpicked, the admins will ask the unpaired artists for a another set of favored summaries. If this still isn’t enough, the admins will make the necessary shifting of pairs (still based on the top picks of each artist), so that everyone will have their pairs.

With that explained, here is the link to the survey. Link This survey is meant to gauge the number of interested participants, and to help with other details for the event. Details will be finalized after the interest check period is over (February 2 to February 16, 2019), which will also determine if the event is a go. But feel free to drop any questions in the Tumblr ask box.

Reblogs will be much appreciated, and feel free to spread the word to your friends and on other social media sites!

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I may or may not have liked everything on here. It's all so beautiful! 😍

( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ Thank you! 

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I just discovered your writing today and I fall in love, something about it is so soft, strong and yet fragile, it make me fall in love with R27 and KHR all over again 😩😭

(∗∕ ∕•̥̥̥̥∕ω∕•̥̥̥̥∕) You’re so sweet! I’m glad you’re falling back into KHR/R27 - our little fandom can’t ever have too many people!

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HELLO I LOVE YOU YOU UPDATRD SOULBOUND AND ITS GREAT WOW I REREAD THAT THING A THOUSAND TIMES BEVAUSE I COULD NIT GET OVER IT ❤❤

Thank you!! 

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soulbound 3/?

Reborn didn’t know it then, but he met his soulmate dripping with blood.

“My successor was taken,” Timoteo had told him as his Guardians barked orders at their subordinates and at each other, butting heads as they always did. A formerly prominent Family had taken the successor, apparently out of spite for Vongola for trampling on their pride, and threatened said successor’s life if Timoteo refused to meet their demands.

“Idiots,” Reborn had called them. Ever the composed one, Timoteo had said nothing, but the flames smoldering quiet but strong in his eyes were enough of an agreement on the sentiment.

Reborn had been called on a favor - an extra measure that would guarantee Vongola’s victory, Timoteo had explained. Reborn knew that he only wanted someone to do the dirty work for him - and who better than Reborn, who people were starting to call the Strongest Hitman and who was wholly unaffiliated with Vongola? - but he’d agreed despite the fact that there had been no choice to begin with.

It was easy, killing, as natural as breathing by now. Reborn moved on his own, tore through men and women alike with only a gun and years upon years of practice steadying his hand, and let them lie in their own blood as he strode by. Most of the deaths weren’t clean, were delivered in a careless, indifferent way that had blood splattering across his clothes with a familiar chill; Timoteo had wanted quick efficiency, had said nothing about cleanliness, and so Reborn didn’t think twice about the red on his loafers or staining his skin.

It was a part of this life. Drawing blood and washing it away.

In the end, it was laughably easy to find Vongola’s heir once he got mouths talking. He was tucked away in a random bedroom, bound and gagged and struggling despite his pallor; a fighter even though everything from his too-clear eyes to his useless squirming suggested otherwise.

At the sight of Reborn coming closer, though, he froze.

“Chaos,” Reborn said, looking like death incarnate, and felt his soulmark burn. Brown eyes met his, and something in the world snapped into place: an impetus. “My name is Reborn.”

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challenge 2

Part: 1

11. 33%

33%

That was the chance of Tsuna succeeding in his plan for Vongola. It was a risk, it was completely outrageous, it was something Tsuna never thought he'd ever have to do in a million years - but he swore to the Vongola heads before him that he would once he accepted the ring and Tsuna wasn't someone who would back down on his word no matter how improbable it seemed. Getting rid of Vongola's sins, of the parasites still clinging onto it, of every ill intent he could make out - he would make it happen not only because of his promise, but because Vongola was his now.

It was his to care for, his to grow, and Tsuna refused to let it continue down this path now that he inherited it.

He'd make it safe for his Family, safe for his friends. He'd make it into something to be proud of.

He'll take that 33% and make it a 100%.

12. Dead Wrong "He's too young."

"Yes, I heard that he used to be a civilian as well. Knowing this was Timeteo's chosen successor makes one wonder how Vongola will fare."

"A weak Boss will only lead to an even weaker Family. It won't be long before there are inner disputes and attacks from the outside if the boy doesn't prove himself."

Tipping the brim of his fedora just high enough to make out the gentleman gossiping beside him, Reborn made note to remember them before redirecting his eyes back to Tsuna, who was talking with the ever affable Gesso Boss on the other side of the room, unaware of both the comments being made about him and Reborn's stare. He smiled at something Byakuran said, looking unbothered when the white-haired man threw an arm around his shoulders and led them over to where the Funeral Wreaths sat fighting over food. Considering Tsuna's usual need for space, Reborn assumed that they were friends if he allowed him that close.

As Reborn's eyes continued to trail after Tsuna, he wondered if the Tsuna he saw and the Tsuna the other men saw were the same Tsuna. He saw hidden strength underneath Tsuna's kind smiles, the way his eyes would flicker with his perfectly controlled and beautifully clear flames, and how he never stepped back or cowered before anyone before him. He stood firm, strong, and didn't give a damn about what the mafia had to throw at him because he'd throw it right back ten times over.

Reborn saw power and pride and the will to fight. If Tsuna had a weakness, one that could keep him from being a competent Boss, then Reborn didn't see it.

13. Running Away He was afraid.

Tsuna knew. He knew it like he knew blood flowed through his veins or how he knew the sun would rise again in the morning no matter how dark the night. He just didn't want to admit it because admitting this would mean he was what everyone around him thought he was: a faint-hearted civilian without the guts to hold his own.

For the fifth - or was it the sixth? Seventh? - time in the passed hour Tsuna yawned as he scrawled his signature on a document asking for approval to repair the damages done on the mansion during the latest squabble between his Guardians. His hand ached from the last few days of non-stop paperwork and his mind sluggishly tried to stay on top of it after several nights without sleep. His eyes, battling it out against the urge to close, failed to focus as the day wore on.

"A mafia boss shouldn't fall asleep on the job."

Sitting across from him now instead of on his desk, Reborn gave him a critical once-over with blank eyes. He held his spare gun in his hands, having been polishing it diligently for the passed hour.

Tsuna attempted to chuckle but only managed a hollow echo of it. "I'm not sleeping, Reborn." He hadn't slept for the passed two weeks after he substituted power naps in place of actual rest. "I'm not going to, either."

"You could have fooled me," Reborn said, tucking his weapon away. Standing up, he set a hand on the desk, on top of the scattered paperwork, and leaned in close. His eyes bore into Tsuna's. "You look like you're going to fall over at any minute."

Tsuna pasted a smile on his lips, a skill he learned and honed since the beginning of his training to be Decimo. Reborn wasn't fooled for a second, not this time.

"Are you worried?" Tsuna asked. He pushed back the fatigue gnawing away at his bones and focused on leveling his voice into something less exhausted.

Reborn frowned. "I'm stating facts. Look," he said, pointing at something in Tsuna's eyes. "You can barely keep your eyes open."

"I'm fi- "

"Go to sleep, Tsuna."

"I'm not tired."

Reborn parted his lips, eyes narrowed and glinting like the barrel of his polished gun, but stopped himself. He tugged down on the brim of his fedora and sealed his thoughts shut. "Fine," he said and settled back into his seat. That was it.

Tsuna didn't know whether to be more relieved that he dropped the subject or that he didn't leave.

14. Judgment

Blood pooled out across the floor he walked on, rippling with each step he took. Everywhere he turned he saw lifeless bodies glare back at him, saw open mouths crying out in outrage, and he choked on the sobs rising up his chest. This was a familiar nightmare, one that had accompanied him each night since he had become Vongola Decimo, dragged him through gore and the stink of death, over and over again. Still, he couldn't stop the dread clogged in his throat or the desperation that clawed at him with every familiar face.

Above, there were eyes glaring down at him. They were eyes he saw no matter the hour, aged with years and sharpened with a wisdom certain that he would fail, would eventually cave under the fact that death had made a home in his hands and in his flames, forever a part of him that he'd never be able to wash away.

Tsuna had always met each obstacle head-on, but this time, just this once, his conviction faltered enough to let him believe they were right.

15. Seeking Solace

Tsuna was hanging between consciousness and sleep when he heard the familiar click and grind of the window popping open then sliding back into place, the locks snapping shut. He didn't make a move to greet Reborn, too close to finally sleeping properly for the first time in a while to remind himself of manners, but it didn't seem like Reborn minded all that much when he heard a quiet huff and muted footsteps making their way over to his desk.

"Finally sleeping?" Reborn asked. He slid onto the desk, minding the few scattered documents still on it. There was a slight pause, a moment of complete silence where Tsuna thought Reborn decided to just do nothing but entertain his thoughts, but then there were fingers pressing into his scalp, fingers sliding through his hair, and Tsuna didn't even tense because he was already relaxing into the touch.

"Not yet," he mumbled into his arms. The fingers stopped for a split second, enough for Tsuna to think Reborn had hesitated, but then they resumed their soothing motions as if they hadn't paused in the first place.

"Would you like me to leave?" Reborn asked, and Tsuna would have been surprised if he had been any other person, but he wasn't. Reborn had always respected him, if only his boundaries and the lines he shouldn't cross, but he also asked for confirmation. Never had Reborn done something to deliberately hinder his work or invade his personal space, and this - asking if he was stepping too close to uncomfortable - was normal between them.

Tsuna considered it for a moment. Gokudera would no doubt throw a fit for letting his guard down around someone so dangerous, but Reborn also wasn't, not to him. He trusted Reborn.

"It's fine," he said, adjusting himself slightly so that he was more comfortable. "Just- can you keep doing that until I'm asleep?"

He couldn't see, but he was sure Reborn was smiling when he said, "Of course."

16. Excuses

"You pet Vongola Decimo."

"I didn't pet him."

Fon used a sleeve to hide what Reborn already knew was a smile. "Right," he said, agreement too easy for it to be anything but the prelude to more teasing. "You only ran your fingers through his hair and made it a habit."

"It's not a habit," Reborn said,

"Oh?" Fon shot him a sly glance. "What would you call it besides a habit? You never touch other people unless it's to bodily harm them."

Perhaps it was the way Fon rarely worded his rebuttals so bluntly, but he gave Reborn an appeasing look in an attempt to lessen the impact of his words. There was no point. Reborn was rather unaffected by it anyway, since he knew it was true. There was little he needed to touch anyone for beyond ending their lives, yet he had felt inclined to run his fingers through Tsuna's hair and liked how natural it felt to do so, enjoyed it.

"You're too obvious, Reborn," Fon said.

Reborn couldn't even argue with that, just clicked his tongue and looked away.

17. Vengeance Hell hath no fury like Reborn scorned.

"Calm down, Reborn," Lal warned, shooting the man a sharp look.

"I don't know what you mean."

"Don't pretend that look in your eyes isn't obvious. You're glaring at the man spouting off pretty insults to the new Vongola." She swirled her wine around in her glass, lips curling into a smirk as she caught the way Reborn's nails pinched his skin when his fingers wound too tight around his own wine glass. "If you're that upset, go have your way with him after this pointless gathering."

"I'm not upset."

"And I'm not the best sharp-shooter the CEDEF has to offer," Lal retorted. Her eyes slid over to the brunet across the room, spotting the discomfort in his figure even with the distance and obstructions between them.

She didn't understand why Reborn was so enamored with the Vongola Boss, couldn't even with her own observations of him along with stories and rumors she took with a grain of salt, but she knew enough to understand that Sawada Tsunayoshi was a kind person. Kindness was a rare thing here, and every ounce of it should be treasured and protected before it was crushed under the mafia's heel - more so if that kindness was directed to someone like Reborn, who very rarely received, much less accepted, such gestures.

It was enough of a reason for Lal to say, when the man pressed a little too close to Tsunayoshi, "If you need help, I can lend a hand."

18. Love

I could love him.

When that thought crossed his mind, Reborn pondered over it for all of five seconds before Colonnello plopped down beside him with a conspiratorial grin like he knew what Reborn was thinking.

"What," Reborn said, his face perfectly blank as always.

"Lal told me you were about to maim a man. A man at a gathering - which you don't usually go to, kora. A man at a gathering who was getting a little too cozy with - "

"Shut up." Damn Lal and her mouth.

"- Sawada Tsunayoshi." Colonnello thrived under Reborn's hellfire glare, features brightening as he continued without a care for the more than hostile threat gleaming in Reborn's eyes. "Fon also told me you have an interesting habit now."

Damn Fon and his mouth. "I don't have a habit, though I do have a tendency to shoot idiots with loud mouths." His glare sharpened into something malicious. "Would you like to find out for yourself?"

"No, I'm fine, but you- you, Reborn, need to hurry up and get yourself- what the hell are you doing, kora!" Colonnello threw himself back and scrambled away from Reborn, bullets piercing holes just before his toes. He shot him an offended look and would have retaliated if he had his own weapon with him.

Reborn just looked him dead in the eye, the eerie, blank look more threatening than his coldest of glares, and shot again.

19. Tears "Tsuna, wake up."

A firm hand roused him from the sleep clinging onto his consciousness, jerking Tsuna out of the nightmare he'd been plunged into. Reborn's stare was palpable as he picked apart Tsuna's expression and too tense muscles and too stiff shoulders.

"Reborn." He tried to smile - really, he did - but the phantom image of his dead Guardians bloody and broken and because of him thwarted his attempt. His lips ended up twisting into something ugly instead. "Sorry, was I sleeping?"

"Yes," the hitman replied, hand still on his shoulder.

"Thanks for waking me," Tsuna said when Reborn didn't say anything else. He tried to pull himself out of his vice grip when Reborn tightened his hold. Tsuna paused and glanced up. "Reborn?

The hitman stared at him, lips pressed into a firm line, brows pulled together in thought. He held Tsuna in place as his other hand reached up, pulling the cuff of his sleeve higher. He moved to wipe away at his eyes and down his cheeks, and Tsuna froze when he felt the cloth pressed against his skin, cool with tears. He hadn't noticed he was crying at all.

"Sorry," Tsuna said quickly, pulling away. He rubbed his eyes with his own sleeve, hyper-aware of the heavy stare observing his every move. "I don't know why I'm crying. Is that why you woke me up, Reborn? I'm sorry. Thank you, though. At least it didn't get on the papers, right?" He laughed a little, trying and failing to lighten the mood.

"Tsuna."

He stopped. "Yes?"

A hand settled on his shoulder, voice low and certain. "Stop worrying. You're doing fine."

Tsuna sucked in a breath and pressed the heel of his palms to his eyes. 

He was doing fine.

He let out a shuddering breath.

Thank god.

20. My Inspiration

It never escaped Reborn that Tsuna was deadly - he had realized it the moment  he met him, unfazed despite being on the other end of Reborn's gun - but it was something he kept under wraps. A wealth of power lying dormant until something snapped it into a concentrated weapon to wound and kill.

It didn't escape Reborn that Tsuna didn't like to hurt, either.

"Reborn?" Tsuna asked, pulling him out of his thoughts. Concern was written in his furrowed brows and searching eyes peeking over the cardboard box in his arms. "Are you okay? Do you need a break?"

Setting his share of boxes down on top of many others, Reborn raised an eyebrow and asked instead, "Do you need a break?"

Tsuna huffed a laugh and went off to help his Lightning with the boxes towering well above his head, saying a hasty, "I'll be right back." Reborn wanted to sigh, to catch Tsuna by the collar of his shirt and drag him somewhere else, somewhere quiet and away from busy work, because Reborn had asked an honest question and wanted an honest answer. Instead, it'd been brushed off, avoided, and even though Reborn knew Tsuna was going to be fine, it hadn't - didn't make the urge go away.

The shadows that rimmed Tsuna's eyes were telling, though it was steadily fading, and Reborn wondered how Tsuna was coping even though he'd reassured him time and time again that he was better.

It would have been easy for Tsuna to silence the ones whispering behind his back, and if he hadn't wanted to then Reborn would have done it if he'd asked, but he didn't. Just stood there and took it all with a smile, and still found it within himself to care for what was his - was good at that, at least, even though he wasn't at taking care of himself.

Tsuna had power, had the means and the motivation, yet he never used it - only dragged it up from its ball and chain when he wanted to protect his precious people but never for anything less than that. It was stupid and admirable, and Reborn wanted to know if he would ever be like that too, now, because he finally found someone of his own that he wanted to protect.

He decided that, if he did, he wouldn't mind.

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Hi! I really loved challenge from ffn, so I came over to your tumblr for more fics and they're so beautiful?? I could cry!! But I noticed that you didn't put the rest of the challenge chapters up here. Was that intentional? I think it'd be nice to post them here too!!

Ahhhh thank you!! I actually kind of forgot to put my FFN account here, so I just put up a link for anyone interested (though the fics there are already here).

I kind of also forgot to cross-post the challenge chapters over here (Whoops), so I guess I’ll start moving them over!

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I found your tumblr yesterday when I’ve been watching for some R27 and you know what ? I love you and all your write ! I mean even if English is not my first language (french is) I can talk/understand English pretty good (well I think I do) and read your writes even if I don’t understand a lot of word make me understand it just by the plot of it. I’m in love with R27 (even if I prefer a fem!Tsuna) and I just want to say : THANK YOU !!!

No worries about your English, it’s very good! 

And thank you so much! I’m glad that you stumbled across this blog and found some fics you liked. Hopefully I’ll be able to add more fics here soon!  ( •⌄• ू )✧

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hello you're amazing and ily

Hello, I love you too ʚ♡⃛ɞ(ू•ᴗ•ू❁)

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I LOVE UR BLOG

AND I LOVE YOU, ANON

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...you say you'll continue some of your writing pieces alot... this isn't to tell you to continue them!! write what you want!! its just. an observation...(and i just really, really like soulbound)

Ah hah. Hah. 

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Would you ever be interested in doing ask memes? I think it'd be fun (and a chance to read more or your writing)!!!

The ones with a whole bunch of prompts you can choose from, right? I never really thought about it, but it seems like fun… maybe I’ll give it a try someday.

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re: beginning

Reborn blinks out of his daze at the soft prod to his mind. It pokes around for a moment more, gentle and unobtrusive, but eventually fades away to nothing.

A summoner, Reborn thinks, though a weak one. What they're trying to accomplish, attempting to summon someone of his caliber, Reborn doesn't care for, but he hopes this is a one-time thing. He's already fed up with the other summoners trying to yank him away from his realm, the ones who incessantly pound his mind like that will give Reborn any more incentive to accept their summons. He doesn't want to deal with small fry like this one, too. 

Yawning, he closes his eyes and goes back to his daydream of orange flames and a voice that promises Maybe in the next life.

Over the next few moments - because days and months and years are meaningless - the prodding comes back at varying levels of insistence, and while Reborn is annoyed, he's also wondering why someone so weak is calling out to him when there are other demons that'll happily answer it. With or without bad intentions, though, Reborn can't say for certain. It keeps Reborn wide awake, at any rate, and despite the fact that Reborn can't become sleep-deprived, he certainly feels like it.

His frustrations simmer just beneath the cover of his skin, ready to lash out - particularly at the one who keeps prodding. It's worse than the yanking, sometimes, worse than the jerks and pulls of stronger summoners that Reborn resists with an iron will. It isn’t because it doesn't stop - because it does, after long periods of being a constant annoyance - but because it's not even a real summons.

Despite the pokes and prods and harrowing insistence, whoever is on the other end is asking for Reborn to come to them. 

Reborn, for all he was stunned at the realization, doesn't hesitate to ignore it anyway.

It goes like this for a long, long time - until one day Reborn snaps. 

"What do you want?" he demands the moment he materializes, but then he takes one look at the summoner and the anger that'd been sparking and hostile dissipates into nothing. 

Those eyes, Reborn thinks, and for some reason it's hard to breathe. "Tsu- "

The summoner shrieks.

Inspired by @seitosokusha‘s fic

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Here’s the thing: Reborn doesn’t know how to love.

“I love you,” Tsuna tells him anyway, smiling like there’s nothing wrong with Reborn’s responding blank stare - and maybe there isn’t anything wrong with it, because Tsuna waves him closer and starts delving into battle strategies like he hadn’t just confessed his feelings to a hitman five seconds before.

Tsuna is just that type of person, though, the kind who lays their heart bare for everyone to see. Reborn is used to Tsuna shouting his feelings at the top of his lungs, whether it was when he was younger and going up against an enemy or now when he’s older and determined to make Reborn understand the intricacies of his emotions.

Understand what, though, Reborn thinks anyway as he strides up next to Tsuna to look over the scattered paperwork on his desk. Tsuna’s renowned for his empathy - for being the all-encompassing sky that he is - but Reborn is notorious for his cruelty and the blood on his hands. It’s a lost cause, honestly, trying to make Reborn understand something that’s been lost on him for the past decades of his life.

Tsuna is warm, though, where he is by Reborn’s side. They aren’t touching, not anything other than the occasional whisper of their sleeves brushing as they point out something, but Reborn is aware, suddenly, how close they are - how close they have been. It’s jarring, this revelation, so much so that it has Tsuna turning to him with something like concern written in the lines of his face.

“Reborn? Is something wrong?”

Tipping the brim of his fedora lower across his eyes, Reborn says, flippant as ever, “Nothing. Focus, Tsuna.”

When Tsuna’s eyes leave him, reluctant and still tinged with worry, Reborn half-entertains the thoughts sprouting in his mind while keeping one ear on Tsuna.

It’s not so much that Reborn doesn’t know what love is - though, reasonably enough, given his profession, it is a part of it - but it’s that he doesn’t know how to show it in words or actions. He can mimic careless touches, lips to lips and hands on skin, and while people may argue that that’s the proper way to show it - in the little things and touches shared - Reborn doesn’t feel anything from them. They’ve never been anything more than a means to an end - one that usually accompanied death and another successful job stained on his hands, not anything remotely similar to love.

Reborn has never touched someone, never looked at someone, and felt the fluttering wings of butterflies in his stomach, never felt his heart grow three sizes too big for his chest -

But Reborn stands next to Tsuna and feels the aching warmth of his life bleeding into his skin, dripping into the marrow of his bones, settling there like the foundation for something grand and breathtaking to grow within Reborn so that, whenever Tsuna stands beside him, he’ll be able to bask in this full-body warmth as well.

Glancing over at Tsuna, he thinks of all the times he’d outright told Reborn how he felt, the way he’d smile or move on whenever Reborn refused to answer, and of the handful of I love yous that never failed to strike Reborn with its raw sincerity. He’s not daft enough to mouth the words, but he thinks them like a mantra, over and over, tries to get used to these three words that can make or break him, that open him up and make him vulnerable. He doesn’t understand how Tsuna can say them so easily, like handing Reborn - a hitman, a killer - his heart stripped bare isn’t intimidating in the least.

(He wants to know how it’ll be like, though, to offer Tsuna his heart, wants to know if Tsuna will crush it or keep it next to his so that they can beat together, wants to know if there are any pieces of his heart left to actually give.)

“… so I wanted Hibari and Gokudera to start this new regimen with the recruits, and Mukuro and Chrome with security measures around the base, but… ” Tsuna trails off, sighing as something weary crawls up his spine and settles on his shoulders like a burden to bear. He turns to Reborn, lips twitching when he sees that he’s watching, diligent as ever. “Were you listening?”

“Always,” Reborn tells him, half-lying.

Tsuna breathes out a laugh at that, unwinding before Reborn’s eyes, becoming something softer. Reborn doesn’t know when it became captivating, watching this change in Tsuna, watching him slip from mafia boss to someone much kinder and gentle around the edges - like the way his eyes, sharp with power and the will to fight, would turn warm with care and concern.

For the strangest reason, Reborn is compelled to say something. Thoughts pass a mile minute, possible conversations coming to fruitation in his mind, but before he can even finish the most pressing thought - a wild and equally confusing I love- abruptly bitten off by Reborn’s stubbornness - Tsuna speaks instead.

“I love you, Reborn,” he says with the vestiges of a chuckle buoying his words, sincere as always, and Reborn aches, suddenly, with the need to do something. Tsuna, though, seems to understand and continues like he’s reminding Reborn of something: “I love you, okay?”

Like this, like you’ve always been, no exception.

Reborn’s chest aches, aches like he’s finally found something decades lost, like something glorious and painful is unfurling too quickly, overwhelming and... oh.

It’s like his heart is growing three sizes too big, inflated by Tsuna’s unconditional affection.

“Okay,” Reborn parrots, numb all over but refusing to show it.

Tsuna smiles. It only makes it worse.

Fun fact: this was supposed to be - still is, despite it all - dedicated to one user who left me with a wonderful comment over on write it down -- but because I put off uploading it, karma decided to bite me in the ass, and I couldn’t find the comment or the user to properly tag and I am honest to god shook. And sad. 

BUT! If you’re still out there, thank you for the encouragement and praise! I hope you live a prosperous life filled with joy and motivation and lots of writing! 

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OHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYY GOD! I was just thinking the other day that I wished you'd come back! And you did! And you brought a soulmate au with you!!!! Ah!!!!!! I'm so happy??? I can't even!!! WELCOME BACK

Thank you for the welcome back!! I’m overwhelmed by your excitement and many, many exclamation points Σ(･口･)

(But really, was I gone that long??)