#vongola x reader

[heirloomgem]

KHR/Katekyo Hitman Reborn

First Vongola Family

Giotto Vongola

G

Asari Ugetsu

Alaudi

10th Vongola Family

Tsunayoshi Sawada

Hayato Gokudera

Yamamoto Takeshi

Hibari Kyoya

Arcobaleno

Reborn

Fon

Colonnello

Varia

Xanxus

Squalo

Others

Cavallone Dino

Byakuran 

Kozato Enma

Kozato Simon

Status: The request box is open only for the monthly one-shot voting if the characters are chosen.

[yshinikawax2-blog]

Forbidden Desires

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In the heart of Namimori, where the Vongola and Millefiore Mafia families waged an unending war for supremacy, there existed a love that dared not speak its name. Byakuran, the enigmatic and charismatic leader of the Millefiore family, harbored a secret that weighed heavily upon his heart—an unrequited love for Y/N, a member of the Vongola family, his family's most bitter rival.

Their paths first crossed in the hallowed halls of Namimori University, a sanctuary far removed from the chaos of the mafia world. Y/N, a brilliant and fiercely independent student, excelled in her studies and displayed an unwavering determination that captivated Byakuran's attention from the very beginning.

From a distance, he watched her, like a guardian angel concealed in the shadows. He saw her grace, her intelligence, and her unwavering dedication to her studies. But, most importantly, he saw her beauty—a beauty that transcended the physical, radiating from within like a beacon of hope.

Byakuran knew that he could never approach her openly. Their families' bitter feud was etched in blood, and he understood the consequences of revealing his feelings. Yet, he couldn't resist the pull that drew him to her like a moth to a flame. He would sit at the same cafe where Y/N often studied, a silent sentinel watching over her as she delved into her books.

His thoughts were a tumultuous sea of longing and despair. He yearned to be by her side, to share laughter and secrets, to hold her close and protect her from the dangers that lurked in the shadows of their world. But reality was a cruel mistress, and he was bound by the chains of duty and tradition.

Byakuran's heart ached with each passing day, each stolen glance that went unnoticed, and each whispered word that remained unsaid. He knew that his love for Y/N was a forbidden fruit, tempting yet unreachable. And yet, he couldn't bring himself to let go of the one thing that brought light to his dark and tumultuous existence.

As the days turned into weeks, and then into months, Byakuran's love for Y/N only grew stronger. His resolve to protect her from afar, to ensure her safety from the shadows, remained unwavering. And in the depths of his heart, he held onto a faint glimmer of hope that one day, against all odds, their love might find a way to bridge the chasm that separated their worlds.

But for now, Byakuran remained a silent guardian, watching over Y/N from a distance, his love a forbidden flame that burned in the shadows of their turbulent lives.

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Do put in your requests :3

You may suggest the plot you would like to have as well^^

Only fluffs though~ :D

p/s: Angst is fine too *wink*

[kumasakka]

I am here to request any toothrotting fluff headcanons for reader and Tsuna for my emotional recovery from faceless (I didn’t realize you did requests)

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ❝ 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ! ❞

⋆.˚ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. s.tsunayoshi x reader .

⋆.˚ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. general dating headcanon with our underrated favorite maincharacter, sawada tsunayoshi <3

⋆.˚ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓. ~0.65k .

⋆.˚ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. fluff. literally toothrotting fluff. f!reader. spoiler - free. safe for minors! crappy writing ( when was the last time I wrote? ). puppy love. tsunayoshi differs from the actual tsuna, so he may seem ooc. I'm sorry I tried.

decent grades, decent looks, good reputation, normal life — you're just another normal student who unfortunately attends to his school. And Tsuna is absolutely no fan of ruining your good, little life. yet he failed miserably to hide you from the world ( reborn ), because the greatest hitman of all time ( reborn named himself like that ) found out about tsuna's little crush and tested you if you're fit to be the donna of Vongola.

skip this part cuz we're talking about fluffy headcanon, but we needed to make sure y'all know how you two met ( through reborn, it's clear).

Sawada Tsunayoshi is SO shy, that's a given. And he is also shy at the start of your relationship. He will not make the first moves, because he always doubts himself, so please don't only drop hints that you want to hold his hand, cuddle etc. you definitely should take action girly pop. That is, if you're willing to take the lead for him.

You're his safe haven from all the chaos he has to go through. If you catch him falling asleep on the train or at school, you would scoot closer so his head will fall on top of your shoulder. Not to mention if you find him sleeping, the exhaustion is literally plastered on his face, so the urge to lay down beside him on his bed takes over you and you give in, laying beside him and caressing his face or wrapping your arms around him.

Oh once when you were visiting and had to go to the toilet, you caught him sleeping. This won't happen again if he wakes up to you sleeping next to him ( he's dying because of embarrassment ).

Whenever you both are out and there is a big crowd, he would automatically reach out for your hand so you wouldn't get separated and lost. Just so you know, this already happend to him lots of times and he doesn't want you to experience the same very often.

He is your listener number one. Even though he isn't really good at comforting, his company still makes you feel warm and fuzzy. You can yap about everything and anything, he will listen. If you have worries, tell him. You will feel better, promise. But don't be mad at him for forgetting one thing or two, since he's trying to remember lots of things you said or mentioned.

I also think he has many pictures of you on his flip phone, you're the only thing he photographs. And you're most likely his background — it's a wobbly picture I know, but once again, he's trying to only take good photos of you because you're in his eyes the epitome of beauty!

9 out of 10 dates fail, probably because of his bad luck or clumsiness, but he's happy you make the best of it and that you both still have so much fun. It is easy for him to just pay you a visit, sit in your room and talk. Having a nice little talk about life and everything else. It's the type of date you don't need to spend money. It's just you, him and the night.

Tsuna feels so weirdly comfortable and safe around you. Like, how do you turn the atmosphere into a light one?  You're funny enough to make him hold his stomach before he dies. He's literally on the floor with tears in his eyes. Please stop with those horrendous jokes—

You know what's actually so sweet? You can always see how his eyes light up at the sight of you, even if it's just a picture or even if you just get mentioned. The only thought of you fills him with indescribable happiness.

By the way, Reborn has too many pictures of you. ( pls, tsuna looks diabolically funny on those pics while you're the definiton of heaven )

The couple you two are I SWEAR TO GOD. Perfect, chef's kiss.

© 2024 kumasakka — do not plagiarize , copy , modify , translate our work !

a/n's note — sorry for the late headcanons, I still hope you enjoyed !!

[dreaming-hibi]

In this rant I will—

I read something that made me think quite a lot the other day but, if you ask me what it was, well, I wouldn't be able tell you because I forgot. What I can say is that: I'm about to rant on KHR again.

Unsurprisingly, the rant is about our dear protagonist Tsuna (my love for Tsuna is both logical and personal, so let's not go there). I don't interact enough with fandom to make statements like "Most people do" and "Most people don't" — in reality, I've barely interacted with more than 5 people who know this manga in my life. Anyway, of those people, I remember some who were frustrated with the childishness and indecisiveness of the characters, especially someone like Tsuna.

Like, what?

It is only years laters that I finally have the composure to answer this claim with calmness.

"Tsuna is indecisive and childish."

First of all, how can anyone expect a 14 year old to know exactly what they want to do with their lives? Heck, there are some people that only figure out what they want in their 30s, if not later! And some others that never do and live their life trying to make every day count. How is a 14 year old, who had never been entrusted with any kind of expectation, just supposed to know?

Oh, is it because Naruto knew he wanted to be Hokage at 12 years old? Or because Deku was firm in his conviction that he wanted to be a hero at the age of 5? Or again because Edward Elric decided he was going to be a state alchemist and achieved so at the age of 12 years old?

Well, if that's the point of reference then, actually, Tsuna is the most realistic teenager I've seen in a shonen manga with fantastical elements and Amano-sensei did a wonderful job with her teenage (and child) characters. She sure as hell hasn't forgotten what it means to be 14 years old, unlike some people.

Furthermore, Tsuna is a teenager trying to tell what is very much an adult, who has shot him on more than one occasion for trying to oppose him (granted, I know Reborn did it knowing Tsuna could overcome whatever he threw at him and he seemed ready to intervene should it ever seem like Tsuna couldn't do it, it still doesn't change the fact that beginning Tsuna was actively terrified of this baby killing him on accident), that he does not want to be the boss of a mafia family he has, realistically, no obligation towards. Tsuna, at the very least, knows what he doesn't want, and he's vocal about it to Reborn... It's just that Reborn wants to hear none of it.

[Chapter 283 "Simon Middle School", Tsuna telling Reborn that he has no intention of becoming the boss of a mafia family and that he doesn't want to be involved with the mafia anymore.]

If you see Tsuna as childish for the way he keeps insisting that he doesn't want to be part of the mafia, is because you have forgotten what it's like to be 14 years old. Tsuna is not childish in his desire to not want to be involved in the mafia.

Actually, this issue lies in the reader (apart from the whole having forgotten what it feels like to be 14 years old) and in Amano-sensei's representation of the mafia. In Katekyo Hitman Reborn, we see a mafia that has been severely toned down from what it truly is. For us, this "mafia" is interesting, fascinating and, we do not see any problems with Tsuna joining it. After all, "if this is the x, then sign me the fuck up!" right?

Well, no.

Fictional mafia or not, Tsuna shouldn't be forced to join any of it when he doesn't want. Like, it seems like Tsuna is the only one seeing KHR's mafia without the rainbow-tinted glasses. I don't know how the boy does it, because we barely ever see KHR's mafia as being anywhere near as bad as the real mafia is, but Tsuna does anyway and he's right in no wanting any part of it.

I support Tsuna not becoming Vongola Decimo. But I also admit I have no idea what that boy could become if not the boss of the strongest mafia family.

We are introduced to a Tsuna who has no particular life skill, nor any particular hobbies — in fact, that's why he cannot understand Yamamoto's suicidal act in chapter 5, because he himself admits he has NOTHING he ever felt passionate about enough to take his own life.

Though Tsuna gets trained on how to fight, by the end of the manga he still has no life skills to talk about and, that's completely normal. He fought those battles because he HAD to. Those battles did nothing to enrichen his everyday skills.

Yeah, sure, he can go into Hyper Dying Will Mode, but how is HDWM gonna help him pass his algebra exam?

Tsuna needs a hobby outside of the mafia.

[adelheidvonschicksal]

KNY Vongola crew x Yor-like Fem Reader platonic! S/O is pretty much the only Varia member who’s not hostile towards Tsuna and his friends, even genuinely being nice and welcoming to them. I think Tsuna as a boss would be a bit relief if there was at least one Varia member who’s cooperative.

Tsuna Sawada

You’re his favorite member of Varia. Though, that isn’t hard to be considering how the other members of your team are—loud, angry, downright scary.

He feels much more comfortable when you’re in the room. Tsuna knows at the end of the day, Xanxus is the one in charge of your faction of the family, and he needs to learn to deal with the violent man but it’s so much easier for him to ask you to do that for him, often leading to Reborn telling him to man up about the situation.

He prefers your methods of teaching others. You’re usually so patient, so he’s even more surprised about how strong you actually are—he doesn’t know why. He guess it’s because of your sweet nature, but then he remembers that you’re a cloud guardian—like Hibari—then it becomes more obvious that he should’ve realized how strong you were beforehand.

Hayato Gokudera

He doesn’t trust you. Go figure. He doesn’t really trust anyone in Varia further than he can throw them after the entire Ring Battle incident.

Even if you came after that incident, it’s still hard to trust you. It isn’t until you help the family in the future that he comes to have some level of respect for you.

Too bad your cooking is only better than his sister’s. You might trigger his PTSD when you offer him something to eat.

Takeshi Yamamoto

You two get along great! He’s one of the members you’re more familiar with since he was training with Captain Squalo for so long.

Takeshi likes you too, and he’s the first to vouch for you when it comes to interacting with the family.

He also tries to teach you how to cook. Luckily, sushi is one of the few things you learn how to make because it doesn’t require a stove much.

He’s definitely called you Mom by accident at least once.

Ryohei Sasagawa

Like Gokudera, he’s a bit wary of you at first but quickly warms up to your sunny nature.

Loves your cooking because it fits all his macros as a boxer. He also likes to spare hand-to-hand with you when given the chance.

He’s willing to help you with a lot of things, and he’s usually very polite to you because you remind him of his younger sister.

Overall, he has faith in your abilities when it comes to being on the battle field with you.

Hibari Kyoya

He didn’t show much interest in you at first. At least until he learns from Dino that you’re the new Cloud Guardian for the Varia. Then, he’s much more interested.

The giant machine they had masquerading as a Cloud Guardian didn’t provide entertainment for him, so he’s curious to how strong you are. To put it mildly, he wants to fight you any and every chance he gets.

He’s impressed at first that you manage to last much longer than the Gola Moska; and the next thing you know, you’re in some sort of rivalry with the other Vongola Cloud Guardian.

You don’t mind though because it’s fun to get your energy out with him, and he kind of reminds you of yourself as a spunky kid. And frankly, Dino thinks you might be just as crazy as his student is under the sweet nature. At least it stops the Bucking Horse from getting attacked instead.

Chrome Dokuro

She feels comfortable around you as another female member of the family. You’re also sweet spoken and protective of her so she feels like your family.

You do sweet things for her, like helping her with her hair, or giving her fighting advice.

However, she can still be a bit shy sometimes due to your affiliation with Varia but she does appreciate you.

Mukuro Rokudo

Unfortunately, he doesn’t carry much opinion of you.

He’s curious to the degree that he’s curious about all things, but he hasn’t marked you as someone of special interest. You’re strong but so are a lot of people.

However, he does appreciate that you’re kind to Chrome, so he has a decent relationship with you when it comes to his vessel.

Lambo

Since he’s still a little kid, it’s easy for him to adore getting your attention and having you take care of him. He feels much safer when you’re carrying him.

However, when you fight, you scare him very easily to the point he’s scampering away from you, and you have to work to get back on his good side and to remind him that you’d never hurt him like you would the enemy.

It takes time for you to learn how to get really small kids to like you, especially after feeding him some not-so-good food on accident. It’s a work in progress.

[strawwritesfic]

Enma Kozato x Female!Vongola!Reader: Coda

Summary: Can we try again?

Rating/Warnings: T (post-Inheritance Ceremony arc; Friends to Lovers; Enemies to Lovers; Love Confessions; Face Slapping; Slapping; Delivery Person!Reader; Adelheid & Enma; Adelheid/Julie)

Tag List: @imaginesfire

Notes: I've been in a Reborn mood lately, reviving some old OCs of mine with a friend via email. I'm even rereading what little of the official English translation manga there is. So I thought I'd brush off some of my old one shots for the series and post them, especially since I've had such kind feedback on the ones I've got on my Tumblr.

This was written back when I was in college, so probably circa 2011/2012. I did polish it up for this repost! Although there's really no helping the abrupt ending. I suppose I could have tacked something on, but the style would be so obviously different that it would really only make the original ending seem even more painful.

The reader character is based on (and originally written as) an OC in a roleplay group that I was in on DeviantArt at the time. I no longer recall the username, but credit where credit is due, so much as I can give it. The character's name was LaRae Souma.

Coda

Enma’s heart had never beat so wildly in his chest. Ba-thump, ba-thump, ba-thump. In the silence of the growing evening surrounding him, the noise felt abnormally loud. He lifted a trembling hand to his chest and pressed it against his rib cage.

“Why are you doing this?” he mumbled.

His heart, of course, gave no answer. Or maybe it did. Maybe its attempts to tear itself free from his insides were its way of telling him how downright crazy this entire plan was. Whatever the reason, Enma really wished his traitorous organ would stop. This whole situation was hard enough without adrenaline rushing through his veins.

Trying to calm down was a vain effort. Enma knew that. He’d been trying to do whatever that would take since school got out hours ago. How many girls had passed by, giggling because of how weird he looked standing at the gate? How many bullies had come by to exact their “standing” tax?

Maybe that was why his heart was still going crazy. Maybe he was finally running out of blood, and this was its last, desperate attempt to get what was left to the rest of his body before it gave out. Enma supposed that wouldn’t be too bad, really. At least if he was dead he wouldn’t be picked on anymore. He wouldn’t fail any more tests, either. And, for the love of God, he would not have to do what he was planning to do next.

The bag at his side buzzed. His head turned toward it. He blinked before slowly plucking his cell phone from the bag's pocket. Who would be calling him now? It was nearly dark, and the Vongola had no reason to contact him.

“Hello?” he said.

“Enma. Are you all right? It’s late.”

Oh. It was only Adelheid, then. He probably should have known, but Aoba had stolen his phone and changed all the contacts to pictures of himself flipping the camera off, so now Enma had no way to tell who anyone calling him actually was.

“She hasn’t been by.” He stared down the street again. Still no shadows appeared to be growing against the bright red sky. “Maybe she’s not coming.”

“It’s nearly dark. I would say she’s not.”

“She could be working overtime.”

“Enma, just come home. We’ll order more food, and you can talk to her then.”

“I don’t want to say it front of Julie.”

“He’s not going to say anything. If he does, I’ll hit him.”

"I'll wait a little longer.”

“Okay.” This time, her voice sounded a little warmer. “Call me when you’re on your way home.”

“Yeah. Bye.”

“Goodbye.”

He ended the conversation with a simple push of a button. Why hadn’t he taken the out Adelheid offered him? This was her idea to begin with, and Enma was seriously beginning to doubt her understanding of the matter. Her relationship wasn’t really comparable to his. All Julie had to do was grope her every once in a while.

Oh, God, was he going to have to grab your breasts? Did you even have those? It had been so long since he'd seen you that he didn’t remember. And Adelheid usually still slapped Julie when he did that. Enma didn’t really feel like being slapped. 

Was this what hyperventilating felt like? He had never done it before, so he didn’t know.

A rapid tapping came from down the vacant street. Enma looked up. Running down the shadowed walk was a figure moving at a quick pace. He stood straighter. Was it you? It had to be. His hands had started to sweat again. This did not make him feel any less like an idiot. He wiped them on his pants. That only made it worse; now he had wet patches on his legs.

The figure continued to draw nearer. The golden pool of light surrounding him was soon the one they stepped into, bringing their features were placed in high relief. [Color] hair, [color] eyes, waitress uniform. Yes, that was definitely [F Name] [L Name]. It didn’t take the painful lurch in his heart to tell him that much.

The moment of recognition must have been shared because you froze mid-step, one leg stuck awkwardly in the air. Enma reached up to ruffle the back of his head. Now he was completely lost. What was he supposed to do? You were just staring at him like he was a particularly disgusting bug that had fallen directly in your path.

Then your expression hardened. Your normally warm eyes he grown so accustomed to turned more brittle as you smacked your heel back down against the pavement. For a split second, he thought you were going to say something. Instead, you started moving again, your movements now choppy and stiff.

“[Name],” he said as you passed. 

You didn’t even spare him a second glance. 

“[Name]!” 

You did not even so much as twitch in his direction. 

Enma sighed. Now what was he supposed to do? Adelheid hadn’t described her plan past his finally making contact with you. Still, he was not the same boy you had known a year ago. Steeling himself, he moved off the wall and into step beside you. It was only be the grace of God that he didn’t fall flat on his face doing so.

"[Name].”

"What?” He had never heard you speak with that much venom in your voice before, at least not directed at him. He gulped. Maybe this was a dumb idea.

"I need to talk to you.”

“I’m in the middle of a delivery.”

“I know. It's for me.”

Thankfully, this was enough to get your attention. Once again, you stopped completely, though at least this time you remembered to put you foot down. Your mouth fell open in an “o.” Then you narrowed your eyes.

“What do you mean, it’s for you?” you asked.

“I ordered it. Can I have it, please?”

“No! I’m not giving you anything!”

“I’m going to pay for it.”

You continued to watch him for a few more seconds, then tossed the container at his head. Enma flailed. The box knocked straight into his temple before falling open on the ground. 

“Fine, then!" you snapped. "Eat it! See if I care!”

“Thank you,” Enma murmured. 

He bent down to retrieve the contents of whatever food he had asked for. He was so nervous that he didn’t remember, nor did he think he’d actually be able to stomach it if he tried. If he remembered correctly, most girls didn’t think it was cool when boys threw up their food. Once he had the scattered contents all gathered, he rummaged in his pocket until he found the wad of cash he had stuffed in it that morning–more than enough for both his food and a decent tip for you. 

“Your money." He held it out to you.

You said nothing as you snatched the cash out of his hand. And then you stood there. And continued standing there. Apparently you were intending to watch him eat the food. 

Groaning inwardly, Enma picked up the chopsticks and dug in without looking at what he was digging into. It was probably good, but he didn’t get to taste much before he started to choke. Seemingly satisfied with this development, you hopped on the wall and crossed your legs, the better to see him.

“Why’d you order from there anyway? Thought I didn’t work there anymore?” you asked.

“N-No,” Enma stammered. He was still coughing up bits of rice. “I needed to talk to you.”

“So you ordered food from my workplace?”

“It was the only way I could talk to you. You were avoiding me.”

“Because I didn’t want to talk to you.”

“Right.” 

Enma gazed forlornly at his eating utensils. Why had he done this? Of course you didn’t want to talk to him. After what he did…The look of betrayal on your face as you stood there with the rest of your family, the way your eyes seemed to grow dim as you watched him mutilate your friends…His gut clenched every time he thought of it. Who was he kidding with this? You weren't going to want to hear him out. You didn’t even want to be his friend anymore.

He took a deep breath and looked up toward you. It looked like he was still Loser Enma after all. What he realized, however, was that you were no longer looking away. Instead you had the full force of your glare on him. He flinched.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you asked.

There could be a million things he hadn’t told you that you were asking about, each a worse secret than the one before. But Enma thought he had a pretty good idea what you were talking about. 

“I didn’t want you to get hurt,” he said.

“And why would I get hurt?”

He licked his lips. “My family…what we were doing…”

“Yeah, it was pretty stupid,” you snarled. “And thank you so much for showing such faith in me.”

“I didn’t want you to tell Tsuna. It was important. What if you said something and they found out?

You snapped straight up. Enma stumbled backward, managing to stay on his feet but spill what was left of his meal. This did nothing to stop you. In one easy movement, you jumped off the ledge, landed on your feet, and marched up to him. For a moment, all you did was look into his eyes. Then you launched yourself forward and started trying to smack every bit of him you could reach.

“Are you kidding me?" You all but shrieked. "I thought you trusted me! I thought I was your friend!”

“Ouch. [Name]. Stop." 

Your punches, if anything, merely increased in number. Enma groaned. What would Aoba and Julie say if they saw him now? Probably something along the lines of “You’re totally whipped!” Without thinking, he grabbed your wrists. You sucked in a breath. He supposed he had surprised you. The him of a year ago wouldn’t have tried to defend himself at all. One split second later, however, and you were back on the offense.

“You.” You tugged. “Are.” You tugged harder still. “Such a jerk, Enma Kozato!” You arched backward as far as you could. Still he did not let you go.

“I know," he said. "I’m sorry.”

“Sorry isn’t good enough! I don’t care what you have to say to me. Just go away!”

Enma took a deep breath. Now was good as ever. He didn’t think you were going to let him stick around much longer anyway. “I think I love you.”

The anger drained slowly from your face. Feeling that it might be safe to let you go, Enma released your wrists at last. He stuffed his now-free hands into his pockets and stared at his feet. The silence stretched on for several more minutes, and then there was a sudden whoosh and the sound of flesh meeting flesh.

Enma’s eyes went wide. The sound of the slap echoed in the empty road.

“That’s for avoiding me for a year!” When he looked up, you were rubbing at your wrist and scowling. “Did you think I was going to yell at you?”

“Well, you’re doing a good job of it now,” he said as he pressed his palm against his stinging cheek.

“Because, Enma, you are an idiot.” You scowled at him again, then whirled on your heel and marched over to your delivery box. Without looking at him, you continued, but he noticed your voice was quavering a bit when you spoke: “If you’re just going to say empty words, then you can leave me alone. For good this time.”

“They weren't empty.” he mumbled at the ground. Enma thought that maybe he heard you pause before going on your way. “I won’t bother you anymore.”

Before you could answer–if you were going to answer, which he didn’t believe could be true at all–he started shuffling away. He didn’t get far before he managed to trip and crash face-first into the sidewalk. A sickening crunch sound coming from his nose told Enma that he had just seriously screwed up. Perhaps it would be best if he just stayed there in the dirt until you left. He didn’t want the last thing you saw of him to be the blood spilling profusely from his face.

“Enma? Are you okay?” 

Oh, crud, you were standing right above him. He craned his neck so he could see, trying to make sure you couldn’t get a look at the newest disfigurement on his face. You knelt down next to him and then dragged him to his feet.

“You’re bleeding.”

“Yeah. Don’t worry about it.”

You frowned. “No, I will worry about it. Sit down.” 

You pushed down on his shoulder and Enma obeyed without thinking. What were you doing? Why were you still talking to him? Hadn’t you already left, glad to have him out of your life? While he was pondering all of this, you were digging around in your own bag. A few moments later, you pulled out a first aid kit. 

Enma leaned back. “You don’t have t–”

“Yes, I do.” 

Enma fell silent as you began to work on him. It almost felt like old times, except for the part where the girl he was in love with hated him. He could probably do without that. Well, that and the broken nose.

“Hold still. I’m going to set it. It’ll hurt.” 

He braced himself. Sure enough, you pressed your fingers onto both side of his nose and pushed. There was a loud pop and pain streamed into his face. Enma lifted his hand to feel his nose.

“Why did you…?”

“Did you mean it when you said you loved me?” you asked.

“Y-yes.” Did you find him terribly stupid? Were you going to laugh at him? 

You turned, face hidden as you placed your kit back in your bag. “Then why didn’t you talk to me for so long?”

“I was afraid you hated me. I didn’t want that.”

“I didn’t. I just wanted to hear from you. When I called and you didn’t answer…” You trailed off. He could see your eyes again. They were filling with tears. “I thought we were friends.”

“You’re my best friend, [Nickname].”

"It doesn’t feel like it.”

Enma stared at you. You looked away and dabbed at your eyes with your sleeve. “I’m sorry.” 

You didn’t answer. 

His eyes darted about the street. What he was about to do was risky, but maybe it would work out? Maybe this time he could actually do it. Maybe this time he wouldn’t be a loser. “[Name].”

You looked back. He shifted his bag so it was behind him, then opened his arms. You gawked at him, and he lifted them slightly. For a few more seconds, you did not move. Another flurry of anxiety rushed through him. Was he being dumb? Should he put his arms down? Were you just going to hit him again?

You blinked back another set of tears. Then you leaped forward and threw yourself into his arms. Enma closed them around you, shut his eyes, and buried his face into your soft hair.

“I love you, [Name]. Can I try again?”

“Only if you promise,” you sniffed, “to never lie to me again.”

Enma smiled. “I promise.”

In return, you wrapped your arms around him. “I love you, too, Enma.”

[ciaossu-imagines]

GROUP PROMPTS, FANMIXES, AU'S & EXTRAS - MASTERLIST (PART 1)

KHR Fandom prompt

Running Music Mix

Thoughts on Enma & Tsuna's friendship

Songs for Gokudera, Squalo, Fran, Kikyo & Xanxus

Disney based KHR Fanmix

Who in KHR prefers to do hair or get their hair done

How do some KHR characters behave at a fancy Mafia Gala

Relationship between Ken, Chrome, and Chikusa

KHR - Assorted Oregano headcanons

KHR - The Arcobaleno camp together

KHR - Elena NSFW headcanons

KHR - Daemon x Elena Fanmix

KHR - Hibari x Mukuro Fanmix

KHR - Who, between Ryohei and Verde, would be better at what

KHR - Reborn x Tsuna Fanmix

KHR - Random Romario headcanon

Vongola Guardians "Which friend' prompt

Shimon Family 'Which friend' prompt

Arcobaleno 'Which friend' prompt

KHR fandom prompt

KHR - What animal would Tsuyoshi Yamamoto be

KHR fandom prompt

Free!! - Makoto Tachibana relationship headcanons

Free!! - Makoto Tachibana assorted SFW & NSFW headcanons

KHR - Tsuyoshi Yamamoto spending the day with his grandchildren

KHR - Tsuyoshi Yamamoto when his son was born

Yu Yu Hakusho fandom prompt

Who out of Bel, Gamma, and Yuni would be best at what

KHR - Uri's reaction to not being able to eat the whole day

KHR - The Bloody Twins background

Karneval fandom prompt

Death Parade Fandom prompt

Overwatch fandom prompt

Who from Karneval & Bungou Stray Dogs would dress up as each other for Halloween

Who from Durarara and Ao no Exorcist would dress up as each other for Halloween

Sailor Moon fandom prompt

Eyeshield 21 fandom prompt

The Arcobaleno competing in a tournament against each other

Oregano's s/o is accidentally killed by a colleague

Who from Tsuna's family is most likely to die in which way

Who from KHR has non-stop puns

KHR fandom prompt

The Kokuyo Gang with a swear jar

X-Men: Evolution fandom prompt

Gokudera/Reader/Tsuna/Yamamoto polyship Fanmix

KHR - Vongola Decimo Generation Coffee Shop AU!

Who from Nanbaka and Katekyo Hitman Reborn would dress up as the other for Halloween?

Who from Boku no Hero Academia and Katekyo Hitman Reborn would dress up as the other for Halloween?

Boku no Hero Academia & KHR Crossover fandom prompt

Eyeshield 21 & KHR crossover fandom prompt

[in-the-name-of-the-holy-reborn]

Hello! Can I request a drunk headcanon for yamamoto? If that's okay~ Thanks a lot ^^

You sure can, thank you for the request!

Takeshi Yamamoto

- In his youth, Yamamoto had a phase where he only drank cut alcohol, like rhum with fruits juice, he then switched to beers with asian beers being his favorites. Once he tasted a good bottle of wine, Bordeaux became his dope.

- Depending on his mood before the first glass Takeshi can take on the role of different types of drunk. But he’s oftenly the happy pal’ of the group, a smile never leaving his face, a he watches throught blurry vision the scenes in front of him.

- He’s just..happy, happy to have his friends surrounding him, happy to be there, to live and be able to see tomorrow.

- After few drinks he doesn’t talk that much, he’s more the kind of enjoying conversations from afar, or listening quietly to people’s problems while nodding in a comprehensive way and a reassuring smile, because yes, people always, come to him when they're drunk and feel like blabering

- Well to be honest, if he doesn’t talk, it’s mostly because he can’t form correct sentences in his head and he blocks on words that seems unreal, like ‘unbeknownst’ or ‘fork’, to the point he totally stops listening what’s going on around him and repeats it in loop.

- On the other hand, if there’s some kind of problem, a fight is ready to explode or tone rises between one of the guardians and an outsider, he sobers up instantly and intervenes with a smile to appease all of tension, a menacing aura surrounding him.

- He’s also the one who takes (drags) on his shoulders the other ones to their bed.

- Remembers everything he saw and heard the next morning, except his brain bugs.

~

- No matter what happens, you have to know that Yamamoto is a heavy-tricky weight, he may not seems like it when you see that stupid goofy smile after three glasses but seriously, when he takes his third one, he already made you drink two more.

- If he tries to play the dead guy to become handsy with a cute little pout and puppy eyes, it’s a trap.. but honestly, who would mind?

- When he does get really drunk, once more it would depend on his mood, but if he’s feeling stressed, sad or frustrated, he will need you to be there and support him, even if it’s just holding him in your arms.

- Takeshi’s a really tough guy who keeps that easy smile to reassure everyone, to the point he burries his own anxieties and doubts deep inside to not worry the ones he loves and cares about. Alcohol can helps him confess to you, and you only, all the things bottled up from months that kill him little by little.

- If he wants to cry himself to sleep against your shoulder, please, let him, he will feel bashful but grateful the next morning.

- He tends to have more salacious thoughts and become horny when he drinks rhum, so if you’re ready for a sexy night, bring him some mojitos.

[mocha-moments]

"Is that my shirt?" "You mean our shirt?"

Vongola | SFW | No content Warnings

Tsuna – Quickly gives up on the idea of getting his t shirt back from you. Was it because he didn’t want to fight? Or you looked cute in it? A bit from column A, a bit from column B, mostly column A. He was sure he could get another one later… this was the third shirt this month..

Gokudera – Wont let his clothes go without a fight; he’s a very stylish dude. Ultimately this will be a battle of strength and negotiation. You can’t have that shirt, but what about this one that hasn’t been worn in six months? No? We’ll need to reconvene and renegotiate.

Yamamoto – The moment a shirt goes missing he assumes you have it. Honestly, he doesn’t even remember owing that shirt, but if it makes you happy you can take as many as you want. You’d absolutely would be able to cycle through his whole T shirt drawer without him even realizing they belong to him. On you they look good! They look different!

Ryohei – Understands the thought, but he works out a ton! Some of those have got to be pretty old gym clothes.. He’d rather get you clothes of your own, but if you really insist…

Hibari – Is not having it at all. All of his shirts are the same, but none will be relinquished. It’s not because he cares, but it’s the principle of it. If he lets you take one shirt, then you’ll get too comfortable and start to encroach more and more into his space. It’ll take some more time.

Mukuro – Enjoys seeing you in his shirts so he doesn’t mind at all. Having you in his clothes shows a stake of claim on you. Not in a toxic way, but it shows that you claim him and he claims you.

Chrome – Is starting to figure out that this is a ploy to be able to spoil her with new clothes. There’s just no way you’re taking all of her shirts that are too old or dingy and using the excuse “Oh well, I’ll get you more.” Just because you “mixed up your wardrobes”. Something isn’t adding up.

[what-the-fic-khr]

THIS IS WHY I SWND MESSAGES ON MY COMPUTER NOT MY PHONE OMG. ‎(ﾉಥ益ಥ）ﾉ ┻━┻ *ahem* Giotto + hands🥺🥺

YOU LET ME HAVE FREE REIGN ON ANGST so welcome thank you for the request!! I hope you like being sad! also Giotto… I love him very much but also bc of the time era he’s from idk how to write anything accurately but I love him. also here’s assuming he’s not in HDWM like 24/7 and thus I think the cape is apart of that like Tsuna’s is. so he’s just in. y’know. nice shirt. striped vest. looks very handsome. no gloves lol this is long sorry BUT YEAH

character/s: giotto, reader-insert (gender-neutral)

word count: 444

warnings: alright angst, mentions of blood and other things, talks about reader killing their first person and whatnot

prompt: giotto + hands (body bonanza)

“Love.”

You looked so awfully tired, so small and vulnerable, curled up on the floor and leaning up against his desk.

Giotto knew, to begin with, you’d never particularly been a fighter. You did what you did, everything you did, for him. But you never really got in the line of fire, and he never forced you.

So, you’d seen plenty of blood before. All the dirt and grime that came with the job; you’d seen a lot. But you’d never been apart of it, a reason for it. Not like he was.

So, your shaky, bloodied hands set something off in him.

Seeing someone die was so severely different to killing someone, he knew that.

“Love.”

Giotto got to his knees, careful to not touch you, to not startle you. He finally got to see your face, and it only made the feeling in his chest tighter.

You looked so, so tired.

He held a hand out to you, and waited until you eventually dropped one of yours into his. The blood on your skin was dry. He had half the mind to wonder how long you’d been in here for, waiting for him.

With a deep breath, he tried to figure out just what to say. Asking you about it would only upset you further, he could tell. Even though he didn’t, you seemed to have the urge to tell him anyway. For his sake.

“While you were gone, someone was… I was on my own, so I…” You’d pursed your lips for a moment, thinking back on it. On how to explain it. “He’d said your name, and I thought… if I didn’t do my job, maybe you’d get hurt.”

You knew he likely wouldn’t, but you’d done it anyways, more for his safety than your own. Like usual. Because everything you did was for him.

“I’m sorry I was not around.”

Giotto could see tears welling up, so he averted his gaze, rubbing his thumb gently across your stained hands.

Saying it would only make this burden heavier on you, but he couldn’t help but think, with your small hand in his…

‘I’m sorry I made you a murderer like me’.

That wouldn’t work.

With a deep breath, he slowly pulled you up to your knees, and to his chest. He wrapped one arm around you securely, the other still holding your hand, between your chest and his.

“I’m glad you’re okay, my love. Thank you for working so hard. I love you no less than I did before this.”

He’d love you, no matter how many you ended up killing. After all, it’d never be the amount he had.

[khrebornscenarios]

could you please do a scenario w/xanxus, squalo, dino and colonello where their female s/o have to go for a really dangerous mission?

i'm so happy with this new khr scenario blog, I hope you enjoy it! 😃

Sorry in this house we keep everything gender neutral

Xanxus

as the leader he's the one who assigned you the mission. the first thing betraying his aloof act is the short pause after explaining the mission to you, giving you a chance to back out if you want to

 when you accept the mission like the professional you are, he's not pleased. His attitude gets even worse, mocking you. "Heh, look who's gotten all confident all of a sudden. Don't come back with a missing limb, shitface"

At this point you should already be questioning what the fuck is going on because Xanxus never talks like this to you. *There's no point confronting him however so you best focus on preparing

 He'll make sure to see you off when you leave for the mission. Xanxus tries to make it look casual so you don't know he's been waiting here an hour before you arrived. But you do know

 when your eyes meet Xanxus’, he doesn't wear his usual bored expression. Rather, he looks too neutral, as if he was forcing to not show his true emotion and it's this moment when it dawns on you that you might not come back. But you still smile as you wave goodbye

Squalo

 He's the one that takes it 'best' I feel. His entire profession is about taking dangerous missions and in most if not all clearing the objective is more important than his personal well being.

 So when you inform him of the mission you were assigned, he laughs. "VOIII!! Even if you lose a leg or an arm, just try and make it back, ya hear?!"

 Depending on how much time is left before you have to go, he'll spend it either cuddling with you in his room or just give you some last minute tipps for highly specific scenarios that don't seem at all likely to happen for you

 But the fact that he talks so easily takes the edge off if just a little and you can joke and laugh the few hours before you have to go into work mode.

 You set out at the crack of dawn and only Squalo is there with you. He briefly goes over the mission with you one last time and when you nod your head he knows there's nothing else for him to do. The rest is up to you

 You kiss his cheek quickly then turn your back on him and move forward but his voice stops you in your tracks. "You can lose an arm or a leg, even both, just make it back here and we'll fix you up, __"

Dino

 "Yeah, that's not happening." Is the only thing he tells you when you offer yourself for a particularily 'tricky' mission, to put it lightly.

 It takes lots of persuasion from you and Romario, because as things stand you really ARE the only person fit for this mission and the one with the highest chance of making it back.

 Still, Dino hates it. He frowns when he finally gives his O.K for the mission. Even Enzio pokes his head out of the small chest pocket, as if to check on his master.

 Romario kindly gives you two some privacy upon your reqest and you sit down next to him on the leather couch, linking your arms together but cannot say anything

 Dino wants to hear that it'll be fine, but really, both you and him know that empty reassurance is useless in this situation

 On the day you leave, he asks you to come to his office early in the morning and simply hugs you tightly and takes in your scent.

 Many of Dino's men see you off as you get in the car, with Dino watching you from the windows with trembling lips

Colonello

 Another one that's absolutely against it. Colonello wants to argue against you going, but he knows that if he comes on too strong it'll just be an insult to your abilities.

  He knows you're strong. He KNOWS. But the thought of you being in more danger than you can handle eats him up.

 he needs some time alone when he gets the news because the possibility of losing you is too much to handle.

 the following days he drowns in training and almost breaks his sparring partners' bones

 also spents a good amount of time trying to find a reason why literally anybody else would be better to go and you can stay but he comes up empty. Curse you for being elite

 he can’t find the words to say when he sees you off so he just hugs you tight and flashes you his best smile

 the least he can do is make sure that everything goes well in the base so you get all the support you need

[therainroguefanfiction]

☁ Drifting Away (Giotto) #09

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☁ Plan ✖ Books ✖ Loyalty ☁

G was waiting by the gate, his arms crossed as he paced back and forth, his finger tapping against his arm impatiently. He was growing more and more impatient with each passing minute, being stuck at the manor while you were out there, completely unchecked. He was just waiting for you to return with the intent to harm his boss and he would be ready when you did. He was furious. Giotto had accepted you, trusted you even when he had advised against it and you had the nerve to steal from his boss? He wanted you punished and he wanted to be the one to do it, but Giotto didn't want you harmed, a decision G just couldn't wrap his head around.

Giotto stood at the window of his office, the breeze ruffling his hair and caressing his cheeks. He watched G as he paced, muttering under his breath. He knew how upset and confused his guardian was and, honestly, he felt the same way. Knowing that you're part of the Vongola made him feel protective of you, especially so since you're not from this era. So then, why did you steal from him? He turned from the window, settling down in his leather chair as his eyes fell on the open drawer where the fire ring once sat.

Given your own status as a bearer of the fire ring, he assumed that you were attempting to find the owner of the first-generation ring, but why would you do that? Did it have anything to do with you returning to your own time? He highly doubted that. Wouldn't you tell him if that were the case? His eyes narrowed as an uneasy feeling settled in his gut.

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"Do you remember the plan, Y/N?" came Zakun's monotone voice over the earpiece you wore.

You turned your head toward the cafe's window, bringing your hand to your mouth and speaking low. "You literally just explained it less than ten minutes ago. Is your faith in me that low?"

"Yes," Rorian replied before you even finished your sentence.

"Rude ass," you muttered under your breath.

"What was that?"

"Nothing," you replied innocently, turning your gaze to the hustle and bustle around you. For a weekday afternoon, it was surprisingly busy and people were constantly coming and going. There was no sign of Holland, though, or the gossipy barista. Must be her day off.

"I'm going to explain the plan one more time, so listen up," Rorian stated.

You held back a groan, resisting the urge to call him a stick in the mud. It may be true, but you doubted that he would just ignore the comment and you didn't feel like listening to him bitch and moan. You needed to keep a cool head and if he started in on you, you'd definitely bite back.

"When the fire bearer shows up, Y/N will attempt to get him to return to the base so we can talk to him. While they are talking, Sylvian will slip by and attach a tracker to him. I doubt he will come willingly so when he leaves, Zakun will follow him from a distance until they reach a secluded area, at which people Y/N and Sylvian will move in to assist Zakun in capturing the target. We have to secure this man at any cost."

You hummed, leaning back in the chair. "Why not just offer him money? People'll do anything if you hit the right price."

"I don't want to hear any ideas from the likes of you," Rorian huffed. You could hear the scowl on his face. "You're the reason we have to resort to tailing him because you lost the address of his bookstore. Or have you forgotten?"

You sat up straight as your shoulders tensed, eye twitching in annoyance. "Actually, yes, I had forgotten about it until you brought it up, Mr. Buzzkill."

"Now, listen here, you -"

"Now, now," Sylvian interrupted, his tone soothing as if he were trying to placate a couple of upset children. "People make mistakes, Rory, and Y/N has already apologized."

"This one seems to make a lot of them," he muttered in reply, making you scowl.

"In my defense, it was really feckin' windy."

"Sure it was."

Before you could reply, Zakun cut in.

"Heads up. A guy matching the description you gave is entering the building."

Your head perked up, eyes set on the glass doors as they swung open, bringing with it a chilly, autumn breeze. Sure enough, there was Holland. He honestly looked exhausted, dark bags beneath his eyes and shoulders slightly slumped as he headed toward the cafe. His silver eyes scanned the area, looking for an empty table where he could sit, but the cafe was full and there wasn't a single empty table.

"Y/N, target confirmation."

You chose not to reply as your eyes met Holland's, giving him a smile and waving him over. He did not look pleased and quickly tore his gaze away, looking across the cafe a few more times, hoping that someone would get up and leave, but he had no such luck. Holding back a sigh, he slowly approached your table, settling down across from you, the newspaper resting on the table and his briefcase by his feet. Your lips parted to greet him but he cut you off with a sharp look.

"I am in no mood for your childish antics," he told you with a stern voice.

"Right." You forced a smile. "I was hoping to see you again, actually. I wanted to apologize for the other day."

He looked surprised for a moment but it quickly morphed back to annoyance as he watched you wearily. "Good. A child shouldn't be talking about the mafia, it's dangerous."

"I'm not a child," you scowled. "I'm eighteen."

"As I said, a child."

"Whatever. What's wrong with you?"

"What?"

"You look like you have one foot in the grave," you pointed out before sipping your hot chocolate.

His eyes hardened. "That's none of your concern." And then he huffed, folding his leg over the other and opening the newspaper, holding it up so he could no longer see you.

The doors opened again and you met Sylvian's eyes. He gave you a reassuring smile before heading in your direction. You weren't sure what he was planning. The briefcase was in perfect view, but he's so tall that he'd have to kneel down to plant it and that would definitely gather some attention. Your curiosity was soon sated as he approached, suddenly throwing himself to the ground beside the table. You saw his chin hit the ground and you winced.

This got the attention of Holland, who looked down at him with a mixture of confusion, worry, and annoyance.

"O-Oi, you good?" You questioned, frowning at him.

Sylvian smiled cheerfully as he sat up, rubbing the back of his head. "I apologize for disturbing you, I'm so clumsy." He rested his hand on the floor by the briefcase to push himself up and you noticed the tiniest flash of metal as he stuck the device to the bag. It was the same shade of black, allowing it to blend in, and it was so tiny that it would be hard to notice unless you were looking for it.

Holland cleared his throat, returning to his paper. "Be more careful not to disturb others."

"Yes, sir. Excuse me." Sylvian winked at you before approaching the counter to order himself a drink so he didn't look suspicious.

"People these days," Holland muttered, trying to focus on the newspaper before rubbing at his eye.

You watched him for a moment, propping your chin into your palm. "Hey, tell me about your bookstore."

His eyes snapped to meet yours, wide with surprise. "Excuse me?"

"Way to sound like a stalker, Y/N," Salmon laughed in your ear.

"Oh, uh..." You rubbed the back of your neck. "Sorry. Last time you were here, one of the baristas approached me after you left. She was quite... happy to talk about you. I think she likes you."

His body relaxed at this, a sigh passing his lips. "I don't know how she knows so much about me. I've barely said five words to her, but she always seems to run into me when I'm out and about. Do you know how many bookstores there are in this part of Italy?"

"Uh... five?"

"Seven. My store is the farthest out of town and it's quite small. What are the chances that she just happened to find mine? Plus, she works at this large store, why would she need to visit another? È abbastanza sospetto."

You tilted your head to the side, trying to figure out what the hell that meant, but Sylvian seemed to read your mind as he pretended to sip his coffee.

"He says it's suspicious, sweetheart."

"Ah," you replied, earning a raised brow from the man across from you. "Yeah, that's totally weird. So, why do you keep coming here, then? Scoping out the competition?"

"Because..." His eyes swept across the rows of books beyond the cafe, his expression softening. "I have fond memories here."

"It's a special place to you, then."

Holland realized he was giving you more information than he intended and his expression hardened again, a soft pink dusting his cheeks. "Not that it's any of your business."

You clicked your tongue, leaning back in your chair. "This man is a tsundere, ain't he?"

Salmon snorted through the earpiece. Rorian sighed, slapping his hand over his face. Holland just looked at you in confusion, not understanding Japanese.

"The truth is, I was really happy when she told me you ran a bookstore. Always been a dream of mine, you know, to run my own store filled with books." You ran your finger under your nose and smiled at the books surrounding the cafe. It wasn't a lie and he could sense that. It was the same way he had talked when he was a young child. "See, I found this place that I think might be a cool location, but I kinda have no sense, ya know? Would be great if I got the opinion of someone in the biz."

He met your eyes, searching for any sign of deceit. All he saw was his own love of books reflected back at him, softening his guarded heart. He busied himself with carefully folding the newspaper as he weighed his options. Holland was not a man that trusted easily, but there was just something about you... he felt connected to you, which kind of weirded him out since he had only met you twice. He wanted to trust you. With a heavy sigh, he stood up and grabbed his briefcase.

"I already regret this."

You grinned, jumping up from your chair. "Let's go~!"

"Hold it," he scowled, grabbing your shoulder when you tried to step past him. You gave him a confused look and he pointed to your empty cup on the table. "Throw away your trash. Were you raised in a barn?"

Rorian snorted this time. "Definitely. Y/N has no manners at all."

You bit the inside of your cheek to stop from yelling at him, forcing a smile as you picked up the cup and tossed it into the trash bin sitting just outside the cafe. You then held your arm out toward the door. "After you."

Holland lifted his chin and stepped past you, out into the cold.

"Zakun, keep an eye on them but keep your distance."

"Understood."

"Y/N, don't screw this up."

You clicked your tongue, earning a raised brow from Holland. "It's cold..."

He scanned the clothes you were wearing. "It's autumn. Why did you not dress accordingly?"

"It's been a complicated life, okay."

He hummed but didn't reply as the two of you started down the sidewalk toward the old Gardiano house. You could feel the warmth of your ring beneath the shirt, but you weren't sure if it was because of Holland being beside you or because Zakun was nearby, watching your back. You've met many people throughout your life and you had become a pretty good judge of who was dangerous and who wasn't. There was no doubt in your mind that Holland would put up a fight, but only if he was forced into a corner, like an animal trapped by a predator. In that scenario, the desire to survive may just be enough for him to unlock his abilities as a guardian and it could be bad news for you and the boys.

You glanced at him and frowned. You didn't want to hurt him and, honestly, you weren't too sure you wanted to involve him at all. He was just some average Joe trying to make it through life, but this was bigger than you or him. If he didn't help you, the Vongola would cease to exist. All of your friends, your family, would be gone. They wouldn't even be dead, allowing you to mourn them. They would cease to exist, snuffed out like the flame of a candle. Your hands clenched at the thought.

You weren't going to let that happen, no matter what you had to do. You had been prepared to die, to kill for the Vongola since the day you joined. You knew he never would, but all Tsuna had to do was say the word and you wouldn't hesitate. This was no different. You were going to face whatever Kikyo threw at you and you would defeat him, even if it meant you weren't going to return from this. As long as Tsuna, Giotto, their guardians, and the Gardiano all survived, well... that was enough for you.

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@kiralushia​

[ririe-channie]

I have been neglecting this story for so long that I don't have much reader anymore. I could see how my quirky writing evolved in this fanfiction so I feel bad to delete it. So, I will just share it here.

https://www.quotev.com/story/7662070/Bloody-Fun

[trashytoastboi]

Yo, Feeling kinda gay RN, can i get Tsuna, Gokudera, and Hibari with a shy male reader?

Heyya! Sure thing~ and thank you for my first KHR request 🍀🍀☺️ hope you enjoy ~

Askbox: Currently Open

(Male Pronouns)

Headcanons: Tsunayoshi, Gokudera, Hibari – with Shy! Male! Reader.

Tsunayoshi Sawada

🔟During their interactions Tsuna tends to blush nearly as much as {Name}, Tsuna tends to be a bit on the shy side himself, however as he grows more comfortable around {Name} it gets better.

🔟Truly enjoys {Name’s} company and is often times the first one to initiate plans for the two of them to hang out together.

🔟Tsuna tries his hardest constantly to impress {Name} and works extra hard towards that, feeling extremely elated when {Name} compliments him for his efforts.

🔟Sometimes Tsuna neglects his training and tutoring with Reborn for more time with {Name} and Reborns fix for this was convincing {Name} to join the family – he had agreed to just to spend more time with Tsuna. (Although he didn’t tell Tsuna about that)

🔟Both of them nearly died when they had tried to confess to eachother, which led to them finding out they both liked eachother and felt nervous about the confession.

🔟Still feels very shy around Tsuna, but is much more comfortable with loads of cute and awkward affections.

Gokudera Hayato

🧨Due to their shy nature {Name} feels easily overwhelmed by Gokudera who doesn’t mean to be as intense or over-the-top as he appears to be and tries to act slightly calmer around {Name} ( Just until he get’s used to Gokudera’s energy)

🧨Often times {Name} very nervously asks Gokudera to teach him things, which Gokudera happily obliges, however {Name} finds himself concentrating more on Gokudera than the work he is supposed to be learning and gets extremely flustered if he is caught staring.

🧨Gokudera finds {Name’s} shyness absolutely adorable, so much so he ends up wanting to him being shy, like the time Gokudera caught him staring.

🧨Gokudera eventually confessed, feeling a bit nervous himself which was nothing in comparison to {Name} and Gokudera found it too cute, he couldn’t handle it.

“Stop being so cute!” he cried out in frustration as he realized he had said it aloud

🧨{Name} was shocked… “Y-you think I’m cute?”

🧨“The cutest person I’ve ever met, that’s for sure” Gokudera said as he averted his gaze and scratched his head nervously, being caught off guard by {Name} planting a kiss on his cheek, which was truly a bold move on {Name’s} part.

Hibari Kyoya

🦔{Name} had a crush on Hibari for a long time, but never worked up the courage to even speak to him, Hibari absent-mindedly left his bag behind as he walked away, and {Name} took the chance to return it to him.

🦔Hibari was surprised that he could forget his bag, but thanked {Name} for returning it, noticing how flushed he was…Hibari leaned in closer – “Do you have a fever?” as {Name} found himself turning even redder “N-n-no!” he stammered out as Hibari smirked, knowing full well that he was the one flustering {Name}

🦔Intentionally tries fluster {Name} since he is so cute and sweet, Hibari treats him with same care he has towards small cute animals, which is a kindness that is not often extended to people which made {Name} feel special.

🦔Hibari does small things like accidentally brushing his arm against {Name’s} or leans in a bit too close when showing him something, sometimes he just outright says things that {Name} cannot process.

🦔His ‘greatest’ feat of flustering was when he confessed to {Name} and since he figures that crowding is the worst thing, he finds it’s not bad as long as it’s only {Name}

🦔Loves watching how red {Name’s} face gets when he is pulled in for surprise kisses by Hibari.

[snowpeawritings]

Sfw and nsfw relationship headcanons for shiemi moriyama and a male reader?

Reader is male

CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP

CW (CONTENT WARNING): Sexual content

❄ Snowpea’s words: For a moment, I forgot blue exorcist existed and now i wanna kick myself

| Nice and safe! |

- Shy. Very shy. Painfully shy. Have I made myself clear? At the start of the relationship, she can’t even look at you in the eye. You have to ease in to the relationship slowly and say that you two can go at her own pace and that you won’t pressure her.

- Once that grace period is over, she now becomes normal Shiemi but a lot more blushy. You two are occasionally together after your jobs as exorcists but there are times when you two can’t meet each other. Younger pages and exwires stare in awe at how adorable you two are and that they think you two are the cutest couple there are.

- After hours, you visit her garden and interact with her plant friends. You would always help her tend to her garden and ease her workload whenever you have the time and energy to do so. From there, she recounts stories of her plant friends and sometimes rats them out that they were being too territorial over space right in front of your face. You had half the mind to tell her if she wanted to be a plant mom and post it on social media but you realized she might revert back to being a bumbling mess if you do.

- Nee has a mind of its (their?) own and whenever you and Shiemi are in the same room, Nee would always flitter over to you and rest on your shoulder like they do with Shiemi. Even when it’s an emergency and Nee’s grown large, they would act like a bear and give you a leafy bear hug (just hope that you don’t have very irritable skin or else it’s gonna be pain).

| Thirst UTC! |

- Again, you two can go at her own pace, she can start whenever she wants and you two don’t have to do anything that she doesn’t want to. But ever since Shima opened his big mouth about touring Shinjuku sometime soon, she wondered what would it be like to actually do it.

- You would’ve clobbered Shima but Shiemi’s insistent need that she can do this worried you. You talked to her that she has no obligation to return your desires and that you don’t want to force her into anything. However, you forget that once she sets her mind on something, she won’t stop until she’s done it.

- Everything is slow. Very slow. You ask her if she’s doing okay and she returns it with a shaky blush and answer. It’s quite wholesome really, how Shiemi is willing to be better at doing this for you. And who are you to deny her wishes?

- A lot of prepping needs to be done. Once you do, she lets out the cutest little moans and whimpers that you say sorry to her if you overdo it. You can’t help it! She was just so cute that you had to!

[scenariosbutmakeitgay]

Hi, can I request a Dark!TYL!Tsuna who cheated on their s/o and are now trying to get them back?

sorry it took so long anon, but here ya go

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Mafia was no world for good people. And Tsuna knew it from the very beginning. He was aware of the fact that his presence might feel like a blessing to some, and the deadliest plague to others. Tsuna swore to change this world for the better, but with each passing year he was getting consumed further, and further into its void. Going to school, and spending time with his friends got replaced by shattered wine glasses, and gunshots. Even his lover's lips seemed a little colder than usual. Tsuna hated it. He hated drinking, he hated mafia. He hated that there's a stranger sitting on his lap instead of you. And above all, he hated himself for the fact that he did nothing about it. The 10th Vongola knew it's all his fault. But the only thing staining his memory after a night of partying, was your voice. A bit muffled, but still full of disdain, and anger.

“How could you?!”

Yeah, how could I?

He remembered your eyes. Much darker than the last time he saw you. Tsuna wasn't really surprised. His clothes felt as if they weren't really his. The strong scent of foreign perfumes made him gag. Yours were much more pleasant. He had to get you back.

You looked in the mirror for the last time. Red, puffy eyes were slightly less visible now. You didn't want to cry again. Not because of someone who wasn't worth it. But it was hard. You felt as if you didn't know that man anymore. Was your Tsuna ever yours to begin with? You reminded yourself of the sunny days you used to spend together as teenagers. Back then Tsuna's company was really... natural? It just felt right. Like he was supposed to be yours. You wouldn't exchange your precious cinnamon roll for anyone else. But who was the man he became? Where were his awkward smiles he used to give you? And most importantly, when did he start acting like one of those monsters he swore to destroy? You were lost. Tsuna's job was dangerous, and it's not like you didn't know about it. But you didn't expect him to change that much.

Riiing!

Was it the doorbell? At this hour? You got up from your bed to answer the door.

…

“What do you want from me?” you said.

Tsuna was standing there with a bouquet in his right hand.

“We need to talk,” he replied.

“I have nothing to say to you.”

You were just about to close the door, but he held it firmly to prevent you from doing it. His pleading eyes looked at you once more.

“Come inside.”

You didn't know why you did it. Maybe deep down you still hoped that your Tsuna was there. Or perhaps you wanted to accept that this is who your Tsuna always was.

“I wanted to apologize,” he said. “It was an accident, I swear!”

Could you forgive him, though? Could you forgive that someone else's lips were kissing his lips, biting his neck, and whispering sweet words to his ear as if they were you?

“I know you're really angry at me, and it's absolutely understandable.”

He was right. You weren't just angry, you were pissed off.

“But don't you miss me? After all these years, a moment of weakness shouldn't be the reason of a fight between us,” he continued.

Oh hell, of course you missed him! But it's not enough to forget.

“And you think that your 'sorry' will fix everything? After all these years something like this shouldn't happen in the first place, Tsunayoshi!” you replied.

He flinched a little. You never called him by his full name.

“Look, I absolutely hate myself for letting it happen! It should've been you kissing me, not them.”

That's the only thing you agreed about. You weren't sure if you wanted to continue this conversation. It had no point. Were you really that furious? The pain started to numb your anger.

“I'm sure we can talk it out, baby,” he said quietly. “The night's still young.”

His voice was soothing. Almost as kind as before. You leant into his touch, and smiled bitterly.

“You're not only a plague, Tsunayoshi. You're the deadliest poison,” you laughed.

Tsuna's presence was intoxicating. You liked it that way. And you wanted it more than ever.

Just for the night, then.