signorinavongola

[signorinavongola]

𝐀 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

birthday thread for @fightingthetides

Since Kusakabe had already become a 'Vongola courier', Tsuna decided to rely on his discretion. She could trusted him to ensure that birthday present will decorate Hibari's desk just at the right moment.

It wasn't anything extravagant – just a minimalist black box with a gold sakura ornament on it, containing a bottle of calligraphy hand-mixed ink. The combination of charcoal and sakura created a very interesting, contrasting and yet harmonious ink - dark, but with a subtle touch of tenderness. The brunette had chosen it purposefully because it reminded her of their dynamics.

And a note written in Japanese with this special ink.

"I know that words weigh more for you when they are silent. However, if the moment comes when you want to let them out – silently, precisely, irrevocably – this ink is ready. But only if you want to."

Under light, the ink might have a subtle tinge of burgundy-pink or brownish, depending on the balance of sakura extract and the type of charcoal.

[signorinavongola]

ODD HEADCANONS MEME

send one of the following numbers for me to tell you an oddly specific kind of headcanon:

a headcanon that could baffle people

a headcanon that goes directly against canon

a headcanon that you dropped

a headcanon born because of an old thread

a headcanon that now isn't canon anymore due to character development

the very first headcanon you had for this muse ( or the oldest you remember )

a headcanon that may feel out character

a headcanon that is basically canon

a headcanon that was directly contraddicts canon

a headcanon that also involves more than one of your muses

a headcanon that also involves animals in any way

a headcanon about the muse's birth

a headcanon about the muse's death

a headcanon that goes against general fanon

a headcanon that you got thanks to a friend

a headcanon that used to be for laughs but now is serious

a headcanon that makes you nauseous

a headcanon that makes you cry

a headcanon about their bedroom

a headcanon about all five senses

a headcanon about their voice

a headcanon that you dropped specifically because of someone else's opinion

a headcanon that was serious, and now you consider just a joke

a popular fanon headcanon you accepted

a headcanon that also includes someone else's muse, but NOT the sender's

a headcanon that also includes the first muse you see on dash, but NOT the sender's

a headcanon that also involves the last muse yours interacted with, but NOT the sender's

a headcanon that also involves the last muse the sender interacted with

a headcanon related with the last thread you wrote

a headcanon that you have to come up with RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!

[signorinavongola]

Tell me what you like BEST about my writing!

♡: Your narration

♥: Your dialogue

❥: Your internal monologues (thoughts)

❣: Your descriptions

❦: Your details

❧: Your plots

✽: Your ideas

✿: Your characterization

❁: There’s good sentence variation!

✤: Your figurative language

❋: Your use of side characters

☆: Your understandably

☄: WILDCARD! Other: ______

[signorinavongola]

‘Why aren’t we interacting?’

😿 - I’m too shy to reach out

😥 - I’m a little intimidated by your writing length / style / formatting

😵 - I don’t know how to approach you

⌛️ -  You seem really busy

👥 - I don’t know which of my muses you’re interested in

📝 - It would help if you could fill my interest checker!

❓ - I’m not familiar with any of your current muses

📩 - I’ve sent you asks / written you starters, but you never replied to them

📤 - We have threads, and I’ve been waiting on your replies

💬 - I have a plot in mind for us, but I haven’t found the right way/time to reach out

💞 - I ship our muses, but I don’t know if you’re interested

✒️ - I usually interact through memes / open starters and you don’t post a lot of them

🥇 - You followed me first and I’m waiting for you to make the first move

🥰 - I’m following you because I love your writing and content and I just want to read your stuff

➕ - Other reason(s) -sender specifies-

[signorinavongola]

your reply was beautiful but also very end threaded there unless we want to plot more haha. its lovely.

Thank you for the lovely message. It means a lot to me that you like my writing style. I really enjoy writing with you, so the feeling is mutual. Feel free to message me in DMs anytime you want, don't be shy. And we can definitely plot together. I’m in! ♥

[signorinavongola]

Tsuna looked at him with a gentle smile, a mischievous sparkle dancing in her eyes.

"You know," she began, slowly stepping closer to him, "I considered bringing you some cute traditional wagashi for a moment, but it would have been pointless, since I know you don't like sweets."

She stopped just in front of him, her eyes level with his chest, where his tie had slightly loosened. With a slow, gentle motion, she adjusted it for him – her fingers were more confident than she had expected.

"So I thought, if I’m going to break tradition, I may as well do it with style," she whispered with an amused undertone.

Hibari's response didn't surprise her. No thank you. No smile. Just a command, in which his approval was subtly embedded. And maybe something more. That was his way of letting her in, despite the cold expression he wore. And the brunette understood it perfectly.

"Like this? Tight, but not suffocating… like you," she remarked in an innocent tone as she fastened the skylark tie clip into place. Her fingers briefly brushed against his chest during that.

"You look… almost approachable," she added as she stepped back, her voice laced with teasing. "But don't worry – not too much."

With a smirk, she stepped back a little more, hands behind her back, head slightly tilted. "Happy Valentine's Day, Hibari."

Back in her teenage years, she would have died of embarrassment if she had had to give Hibari a Valentine's gift. Back then, even though she liked him a lot, she didn't have the courage or confidence to do so. But now, things were different. She was different.

And who said a Valentine's gift couldn't be given to a friend or to anyone she cared for and appreciated?

2k25 Vday Fun Time

Tsu-chan [tie clip with skylark, Hibari, Lady Boss AU]

In reference to: [x] || @signorinavongola

Color him amused. By normal convention, he was supposed to receive chocolates on this day, but instead, he was gifted with a tie clip. Very much inedible, despite how hard he could try. The skylark on the tie clip was an obvious homage to his own namesake, so he could appreciate that level of subtle personalization.

Hibari wasn’t one who enjoyed overly sweet things anyways, fancying more traditional flavors that were subtle, so being gifted a practical gift was preferable over a treat he wouldn’t find palatable.

His hand raises with a poise that felt practiced- natural, and smooth as it loosens his tie slightly. “Put it on for me.” He was giving her the okay to adjust his tie and place the tie clip onto his tie for him. Making any adjustments to his visage was one very seldom people could boast the privilege of having, and he was allowing her that.

A roundabout way of telling her that he found her gift quite acceptable.

No, he could not honestly say so in a clear manner, he’d rather bite Kusakabe to death.

[signorinavongola]

Tsuna chuckled softly — that quiet, gentle laugh that warmed the room even more than the sunlight streaming through the windows. She tilted her head slightly, the way she always did when she was being sincere, yet playful.

"Ah, how typical," she said with a hint of tender amusement. "Even in retirement, you are still flying like the wind, never stopping…"

Then her gaze drifted for a moment as if lost in memories of old times — of days when there was time for gatherings full of laughter and unexpected conversations.

"But I believe that one day…" she continued slowly, "one day we will all find the time. For one dinner. Not as bosses, not as guardians. But as family. Just for the taste, the laughter… the peace. I truly wish for that."

Yes, she knew there was tension between the older generation and the new one — because the latter did things differently — but that didn't change her desire for them to come together as a family, without talking about work.

"Give Nono my regards. And remind him… the door is always open."

Nono had that same existence, hence his immunity to it. Once you become use to being in the sky comfort, other skies were apathetic existences to him.

Flowing pure white was a idea, despite the nature of how the mafia works. The stain of it going into your sin, but then again skies have this amazing tunnel vision sometimes when it comes down to it. A confidence unshaken before everything else, which is how Byakuran of the future came into existence. His own case files going deep into mafia secrets on why the power of the rings should not be abused.

One should be thankful, that the current generation who had the power, had to many safeguards to fall into the wrong hands. The very spirits of the first generation existing into the rings and safe guarded by multiple skies.

"Unfortunately, despite our retirement, we are just as busy."

[signorinavongola]

𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐬

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐈'𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐈𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐂𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥? '𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮

(𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐰, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 ��𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐰) 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 (𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐰, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐰) 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞

𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐈'𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐈𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮

This song refers to the bad relationship between Iemitsu and Tsu-chan, my headcanons about their father-daughter relationship, and also to roleplay outside of Tumblr. Hope you will catch the right vibes! ♥

[signorinavongola]

𝐈 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 '𝐞𝐦, "𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐧𝐨𝐰" 𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲, 𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐈 𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐈'𝐦𝐚 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐙, 𝐙𝐞𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐚, 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐭, 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐭, 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐭, 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐧' 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥, 𝐠𝐨𝐧' 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐚, 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐧' 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐠𝐨𝐧' 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐚𝐥, 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐧', 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐨, 𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐧' 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥, 𝐠𝐨𝐧' 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐈 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 (𝐇𝐞𝐲)

[signorinavongola]

Tsuna watched him in silence for a moment, the corners of her lips curved in a half-smile that suggested she was thoroughly enjoying herself at his expense.

"But," she began slowly, her voice was almost gentle, "if you plan to keep passing through Italy without showing yourself…"

She lifted her cup and took a sip with practiced elegance as if the pause was timed just right for dramatic effect. Then she added with an innocent smile that masked a sharper undertone:

"…then I can very easily make sure our meetings become part of your official duties. Hm… let's say, once a month. Signed, stamped, and maybe even with a 'miscellaneous' point at the end of the agenda."

Her eyes sparkled with amusement, but her gaze was direct and confident. She was playing – just a little. The rest was a truth well disguised.

《𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓔𝓵𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓒𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭》

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The man fought the urge to roll his eyes at her challenge. What else would a person come to a café if not to consume caffeine or to find a quiet place to enjoy your thoughts in? Still, the fact that she was here, at the exact café he’d been frequenting for the past couple of days was worth noting, because it hadn’t been long since his arrival to this town.

【Being at the right place at the correct timing is subject to personal differences.】

That was to say that he wasn’t entirely thrilled to reconnect here of all places, but she knew well enough to not waste her time by idling away in a café with nothing to gain from it in the end. Her obvious usage of the gift he’d slipped in with the rest sat proudly atop her chest, pairing well with the simple white dress the Vongola Boss had worn.

He had good tastes, he’d admit. One leg crosses over the other and he languidly rests his arm on the table. The other had hung over the side of the chair, an image of casual nonchalance. It was as if he wasn’t sitting across his ‘boss’ at the moment. Steel eyes dismiss Tsunayoshi for a moment to scan the surrounding once more to gauge the imminent threats that may or may not be lurking in the crowd due to her presence. His posture may look calm and relaxed, but an enemy would blink before finding a chair being thrown at their head.

Some may joke he was like a temperamental cat, and that may be true, especially if one took his reflexes and his keen sense of smelling a ‘good fight’ into consideration.

【Wao, is that a complaint I hear? Upset that I haven’t made more time for you?】

The tiniest of upticks to the side of his mouth, a smirk.

[signorinavongola]

What if they kissed (Tsu-chan and Hibari)

((KEKEK, I didn't reblog this particular meme, but I know the one being referenced.)) || @signorinavongola

Note: I took some liberties here and such as this is more of a fic/thought piece, so some things may not be accurate to your muse. This is just for funsies.

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Annoyed, Hibari slammed a hand against the wall. Any other person may have startled or trembled in fear, but not her.

She remained confident, and there was a subtle upturn of her lips- almost like a taunting smirk of a feline temptress waiting for her prey to bite.

‘Bite,’ was one oh so familiar to him in many ways. It was common knowledge, after all, that his common phrase was to bite people to death, but it could also be applied to different situations… depending on his mood, really.

There was that knowing look to her eyes that mirrored the confidence in her body language. Her relaxed posture, the subtle smirk on her lips, and the jovial bounce to her voice as she called his name so naturally, like she was unaware of why he was upset- when they both knew why he was.

It was almost annoying how sure of herself she was in this moment, but deep down he also knew that it was attractive to see her confidence. The stark difference of how she was when they first met compared to her now was light and day.

That said, there were still some things that remained the same.

He can be the bigger person and allow her to win this round and play by the rules of the game that no one had set.

Leaning in so that her eyes would almost go cross-eyed while trying to keep eye contact with his steely greys, “stop playing around so much, cheeky brat*.” He bites on her lip, but it was a controlled bite. Not one to break through skin- lest he wish to be pestered by a Storm Guardian for daring to defile her perfect image that was curated for the event.

Images didn’t matter much to him unless it was one he wanted to see, anyways.

Without waiting to hear a response, teeth were soon replaced with his lips. Before she could react in kind to his kiss, he pulled away with a smirk of his own.

“Too slow.”

She wasn’t the only one who could taunt someone.

“I’m leaving.”

It was agreed that he’d stick around for an hour, and now that the time was up, he was leaving. He was starting to break out into hives from all the people around. He left Tsuna alone in the hallway to watch his retreating back.

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*For a lack of a better word/idea at current, I used brat. If this were a real situation, I’m sure he’d use a different word, but I don’t know what it would be right now. I would need to see some more interactions to see what he’d say.

[signorinavongola]

Tsuna still held her, though a little more gently now that she felt Chrome hug her back. For a moment, she said nothing – just quietly embraced the moment. Then she pulled back just enough to look into her eyes.

"You don't have to call me boss, Chrome," she said softly but firmly. "Just call me Tsuna. Please."

She placed a hand on Chrome's shoulder as if needing to check one more time that she was truly here – alive and whole.

"I'm really glad you made it back. You and Mukuro. I know it wasn't easy… and thank you for keeping your promise to come home." Tsuna let out a small sigh like she was finally allowing herself to release the tension she had been carrying for days.

"The Kokuyo gang is fine. Chikusa got a bit impatient, but you know how he is. Ken kept an eye on things, as always. Everything is okay. We held things down while you were away."

She let out a soft laugh – tired, but sincere. "There were days I wanted to call you back, just to know you were safe…"

She looked at Chrome with warmth in her eyes. "But I believed you would make it. And I'm proud of you, Chrome."

✘ = hugging them. (For Chrome)

The petite illusionist's lone eye blinked as she was greeted with arms wrapped around her. She had returned from a mission. Perhaps the Donna felt relieved she came home alive? Still, she was surprised by the sudden touch. It was warm and it was her friend greeting her safe return. Chrome could not help but blush from bashfulness, an wrapped her arms around Tsuna.

"Boss, it's okay. I'm back as promised," she told Tsuna. She rubbed Tsuna's back, gently. "It was tough, but Mukuro-sama and I survived!" She gave Tsuna a reassuring smile.

"Please tell me what happened while Mukuro-sama and I were away? Was the rest of Kokuyo Gang alright? Are the others okay? Did the crime syndicate contact you while we were infiltrating?" Chrome questioned.

[signorinavongola]

Dressed in flowing white, Tsuna sat at her desk, the soft rustle of papers the only sound in the room. Her hair, loosely pinned, caught the golden light filtering through the high windows. At the subtle creak of the door, she lifted her head – graceful, almost ethereal.

There was a softness to the moment she lifted her head. Her amber eyes found him with quiet ease, unreadable at first glance, and yet full of something warm beneath the surface. No tension, no rush – just that calm presence she wore like a second skin. The kind that made others stop and listen without knowing why.

And then, with a small smile tugging at her lips, she said: "Ah, Nono sends his regards? Please tell him I said thank you and I appreciate it. These look amazing – I'm sure they will taste just as good as they look. And tell him I would be very happy if he came over for dinner."

"Nono sends his regards."

Stern face, utterly immaculate suit and still no where near balding. The storm guardian of the previous generations sets down a basket of vegetables for the current vongola boss. All home grown by the 9th for consumption.

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[signorinavongola]

Haru + When Tsu-chan stayes in Japan for Haru and the children from the orphanage long time

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It wasn’t very often that Tsuna could visit Japan- okay, that wasn’t true. She did visit from time to time, but it was a matter of Haru feeling that she couldn’t see her friend enough. If it were up to Haru, she would love to see Tsuna more often, but she understands that it’s not quite feasible.

Tsuna was a busy woman and most of the business she had to attend do had to be addressed over in Italy. She understood that, but she still missed her friend terribly.

So, when she heard that Tsuna was going to be staying in Japan for a while, she was ecstatic. The kids were excited to see ‘Aunty Tsuna’ as well, of course. Luna, the youngest was the most excited to see ‘Aunty Tsuna,’ because of how happy Haru would be any time she visited.

She was nice and pretty, what more did you need to deem someone the perfect Aunty? Rocco was the oldest (not that much younger than Lambo), so he still remembered everything, so he knew to be thankful towards the Vongola for saving him from his situation.

Even if it would’ve been easy to tell him that he owed his life to them so they expected him to be willing to lay down his life for whatever task they’d give him- the Vongola never expected that of him. In fact, Tsuna had allowed him and the other children to live in Japan to lead peaceful lives. It was always their choice on whether they’d start a new life or if they’d eventually return to their roots.

Tsuna was giving the children the chance that wasn’t awarded to her- the privilege of choice.

Some of the other children could remember bits and pieces of their past, but they were young, and it was hard to remember something you couldn’t understand.

When Tsuna walked in through the door, the youngest ran up to Tsuna and hugged her leg. “Aunty! Look! Usa-chan has a new dress! Isn’t she cute?” The little blond girl with wavy hair and blue eyes shows off a white bunny doll wearing a pink dress- one that matched what Luna was wearing. (No doubt, Haru’s handiwork)

Haru was the next to come up to bring Tsuna into a big bear hug. “It’s so good to see you again, Tsu-chan. You’re looking great as usual. Kyoko-chan should be coming by later. She’s a bit busy with logistics.”

Luna fussed, tugging at Haru’s shirt to be picked up, and of course, Haru obliges. “Come to the living room. The rest of the children should be there. I’m sure Sofia is hiding somewhere,” the second oldest child was often hiding away somewhere. It was a habit that remained from when she was hiding for her life when her family was attacked.

She felt safest when hidden away in tight confined places, and it was something that Haru was slowly trying to teach her to improve on.

““Aunty””

A pair of twins (Leonard and Lorenzo) each hand her a flower. It was something they found on the streets that they plucked to gift her. These two perhaps had it the best out of the children, but also were in some ways the most unfortunate. They were made orphaned when their parents got involved with a mafia turf war- it was a pure accident. They didn’t have any dealings or history with the mafia, but because of the mafia, they were orphaned.

With no other living relatives, they were taken in under the Vongola banner as reparations. If they weren’t taken in, there was a chance that the children would be victimized in an ‘unfortunate accident’ to prevent any ‘future issues’ that come about because of vengeance.

It was a delicate situation, for sure, but it was a path to cross for the future. “Hello Miss, thank you as always for all the support.” Rocco (nicknamed Rokkun) greets Tsuna with a smile, handing her a flower as well.

Regardless of how seldomly Tsuna found the time to visit, the children loved seeing her and they ushered her to the couch so they could surround her and ask her about what fun things she’s seen in Italy- or they ask about how their many grumpy uncles are doing.

[signorinavongola]

Xanxus + Cooperation in shootout ft. Tsu-chan (she is not useless)

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Years ago, he’d have said that she’d gotten lucky. It was all due to that ‘tutor’ of hers that she won most of her battles. Her opponents went easier on her because they underestimated her due to her gender.

Sexist? It’s just reality.

Xanxus wasn’t the one to believe that many women were able to measure up to their male counterparts. Those that could were few and far in between. Squaletta was a rare specimen and he could suppose that Lal Mirch was passable.

That Tsunayoshi brat was just lucky, who was born into the correct fate, and that’s it. Her guardians did most of the work, and Reborn was the biggest reason for her victories.

Sounds of bullets firing and the anguished cries of pain of men dropping like flies filled his ears.

That brat- no, the damned broad had definitely made a name for herself.

No longer was she shy and unconfident in herself. With skill obviously honed from years of practice, Tsunayoshi had the ability of a seasoned marksman. Understandable when you consider who her tutor was.

She’d long since set herself apart from the original ‘no good’ brat that she once was as a brat wet behind the ears, but he simply refused to believe it.

Refused to actually pay enough attention to acknowledge her efforts. The Vongola name was the excuse he gave to aversely join hands together in cooperation.

At some point, he stopped looking at her as ‘the brat,’ but a woman who blossomed to become a respectable Vongola 10th, the very title he once sought out for himself. The title he believed was HIS.

Though the feeling of loss still stung bitterly in his very soul, seeing the way she was now, he could feel a vague sense of comfort knowing the Vongola was in capable hands.

…

She’s still a DAMNED fucking broad, though.

[signorinavongola]

Hibari + Tsu-chan's first childhood love (yeah, it is one of my headcanon, Hibari was her first love in childhood XD) + drabble

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Haru couldn’t really see it. THIS scary guy was the person that her Tsu-chan had a crush on? Of course, after finding out this fact, Haru had gone to investigate this person.

The person who moments prior ‘bit’ someone to ‘death’ for the ‘criminal offense’ of ‘crowding.’ That’s a lot of air quotes but… what else can you expect?

Was it his looks? Haru had to admit that he was… pretty? In a way? Maybe?

It’s hard to say, considering Haru was more the sort who fell for people for their admirable qualities and come to find them attractive for all sorts of reasons. If she loved someone, she wouldn’t find them unattractive.

Right now, Hibari was looking like an evil monster man who has some kind of obsession with biting people.

What was it about him that she liked about him? Even when she asked the guys about him (citing pure curiosity), they had some things to say: ‘The guy is pretty dangerous when he’s pissed, you should stay away from him,’ ‘He’s got a bit of a temper, but as long as you keep your distance, you should be fine.’ ‘Oh, Hibari? He’s just a grouch, don’t mind him too much.’

Well, she couldn’t understand for the longest time, until one day… she watched as the guy held out his outstretched hand and a small bird perched itself on his finger! Who does he think he is? Snow white? Well, he’s got the complexion and the beauty for it—but not the temperament!

This is that thing they call ‘Gap Moe’ in the shoujo manga her friends read, right? A powerful thing indeed. Seeing him be so gentle with the little birds certainly had Haru looking at him in a new light.

Still, the way he terrorized people still left a lot to be desired. Haru was going to have to judge him hard to see if he’s good enough for her good friend, Tsuna!

“What are you doing here?”

“Hahi? HAHI!?” What (un)luck! She got caught! When did he get behind her?

The real question for him was that this weird girl has been stalking him on Namimori premises for some time now. He knew that she was Sawada Tsunayoshi’s friend, and he gave her some leniency, but his patience was slowly wearing down to nothingness.

Her loud voice was making the sand in the nonexistent hourglass flow even faster.

“Ah… eto… ehh… Haru… Haru is…” she was frantically trying to figure something out. “Haru just wanted to say hello to your cute birdie friends! Haru had brought seeds as a peace offering!” She babbles randomly, pulling out a bag of seeds from her bag.

Waaaaaaahhh today is the day Haru dies! Haru is sorry, Gokudera. Even though you warned her to stay away, she failed the mission! She did her best to keep distance, but… he came up to her himself!

Suddenly, his hair ruffles and a tiny head pops out. A little birdie! Haru stares, mouth agape in awe. Do the birds use his hair as a nesting place to sleep in? He lets them?

+5 points for this guy.

How many points does someone need to be ‘good enough’ for Tsu-chan, you ask?

A BAZILLION!!!!

“Seeds! Seeds!” The little bird chirps.

Hibari’s grey eyes leer down at the seeds Haru was holding in her shaking hands. This one… was like a shivering chihuahua. Had attitude, was audacious, but also somehow cowardly.

“I’ll take the seeds. If you wish to visit your friend, report yourself to a committee member, who will escort you to Sawada Tsunayoshi.” With that, he takes the bag of seeds and leaves.

Haru drops to the ground, the wave of relief making her knees go weak.

“Eh? He knows that Tsu-chan is Haru’s friend?” So… he pays attention to Tsu-chan and her friends who go to other schools?

…

+10 points.

[signorinavongola]

"Hate me, Love me, Miss me." (for Hibari)

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Hibari stares at the prompt and even with the urging and the assurance that no one else would be made aware of his responses, he refused to say much.

Time passes- to the point that the man even took a nap on the couch!

He woke up to find himself still trapped in the room. This calls for emergency measures. The prompter dings, and Hibari's attention is honed in on the words, [Varia] [in] [Namimori].

"Hate the bothersome dogs by her side."

"The spark of hers is fine."

"I'd miss the exilirating fights, now LET. ME. OUT."

With that, the grouchy melon breaks out of the room.

Sorry, that's all we were able to get out of him.