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((I decided that I would post the death aspect of this request in a separate post just because I thought it would be too much and the formatting would be awkward!))

Tsunayoshi Sawada -

Tsunayoshi would get married around in his late twenties to early thirties. He would have a hard time finding a partner that he would want to marry and one that would want to marry him back. Plus, he would be very worried about them getting involved in his mafia familiga. 

To be honest, he would end up having kids a year or two after he gets married. He is unprepared for it, but very excited and anxious to be a father. In the end he ends up having at least two.

I see him having a more traditional Japanese wedding. It would probably be a huge ceremony that includes other/rival mafia bosses as a sign of good faith. He’d rather it be very small with only his friends and mother attending (along with whoever his betrothed wanted to attend), but he never gets what he wants.

Hayato Gokudera -

Hayato would probably get married in his early twenties, somewhere around 21 or 22, and it would probably be in the heat of the moment. He would catch his s/o off guard with the proposal, but in the end they would go through with it.

He’d end up having more kids than he expected, to be honest. I see him maybe wanting one or two at the most but he probably ends up with three, maybe even four; To say he is unprepared is an understatement.  

He’s very impulsive when it comes to the wedding and would end up just eloping with whoever it was that he was going to get married to. He’s literally “Fuck it, let’s get hitched.” kinda guy just because it seems to much easier than setting up a real wedding. He’d hold a party whenever he and his s/o came back from their honeymoon though.

Takeshi Yamamoto -

Takeshi would end up getting married around his late twenties to early thirties; I personally believe that he would want to be with his s/o for a very long time before proposing, just to be sure they were the right one for him. To be honest, he and his s/o were probably close to their sixth or seventh year anniversary of being together when he proposed to them. 

I think not long after his marriage would he have a child. I think he would be more than happy to have a kid, so maybe two years after being married he’d talk about wanting to have a kid or they would end up trying for a kid around that time.

Takeshi would want a minimum of two children, but I can see him wanting at the most four. I just think he’d really love children and would want to have a sizable family to take care of and love.

Takeshi would end up having a fairly traditional Japanese wedding. If his s/o is more use to the western styled weddings then I can see them compromising and trying to get the two wedding ideas to work together. I think it would be a sizable wedding with his family and friends and his s/o’s family and friends.

Ryohei Sasagawa -

Ryohei would end up getting married around his early thirties just because I think it would be hard for him to find someone that can keep up with him. He is very into exercising and I feel that even after he found someone he liked, it would take him a while to plan the proposal out (in the end he just ends up yelling “Will you marry me?” at them).

To be totally honest, I can see him already having a kid with his s/o, so I’d say around 30 he’d have a child and then a year after he would ask his partner to marry him. I think that he’d have at least one child, but at the most three.

Ryohei would probably have a private western wedding- at the request of his s/o because tbh this man would invite strangers just to be like “THIS IS WHO I’M MARRYING, THEY ARE GREAT RIGHT?”. I think he would realize a small wedding is more appealing for everyone and I don’t think he’d invite a lot of people besides his friends, family and whoever his s/o wanted. I think he’d have it in his backyard or something, tbh, but it would be fancy so it’s not like they are in casual clothing or anything.

Lambo -

Lambo would get married early on, I think, somewhere around his early to mid twenties. I think he would be like Hayato in a way, a bit impatient and impulsive when it comes to his s/o and wanting to be with them forever.

Lambo would probably start talking about children in his mid to late twenties (depending on how old he was when he got married), so maybe four years or so after he got married he’d bring up children.

It’s hard to me to see him with children, just because I think of him as a child, but I’d say he’d have at least one. Two, for me, is pushing it because it’s just so hard to see but I do think he’d be a good dad. 

Lambo would have a western wedding, I think. He’d invite everyone from the Vongola along with Nana because she is like his mom tbh (also basically anyone from his childhood) plus his s/o’s family/friends would be there so it’d be a sizable wedding; Not too big, but definitely not small either.

Mukuro Rokudo -

I think Mukuro would take forever to get married. He would get married probably in his mid to late thirties and he would already have a child at that point. The marriage would partly a formality and partly be because of love as anyone who could keep up with him is amazing.

I think he would only have one child as his own flesh and blood, any other children would be adopted just because he’d want to help the children out. At the most, I think he would have two children (one of blood and one that is adopted and like blood).

His marriage would be very private, and he’d probably try to convince his s/o that they should just get registered instead of having a ceremony. I think that in the end, he’d hold a small ceremony with his friends and maybe a few of his s/o’s as witnesses.

Chrome Dokuro -

Chrome would probably wait for her s/o to propose to her. I think that she’d get married around her mid twenties as long as she had been dating her s/o for at least five years beforehand. She’d start dropping hints about wanting to be married after their five year anniversary though.

If she got married in her mid twenties, Chrome would probably want children around her early thirties. She’d think about the idea of adopting and such much sooner, but I don’t think she would be prepared to have any for a while.

I think Chrome would want at least two children but I think she and her s/o would have four. I imagine a lot of them are runaways or children they adopted too because she’d want to help them. She’d also be a fantastic mother, maybe a bit nervous around babies and children but as soon as they were above the age of ten I think she’d really be great.

Chrome would want a smallish western styled wedding. She’d probably invite some of the Kokuyo Gang, some of the Vongola, Haru, Kyoko, Bianchi and I-pin and then whoever her s/o would want to invite.

Kyoya Hibari -

Kyoya would probably get married around his early to mid thirties just because his s/o would want it. To him, it’s more of a formality and something he feels he should do for his child just so they would have a more stable life.

I think that he would only want one child and it would be around his late twenties when they were born. 

He would probably push for his s/o and him to just register at court and not have a whole big ceremony, however he would hold a small party/dinner after they got registered for his s/o. His s/o would be the one in charge of the party and they would invite their friends and family as well as some of the Vongola for Kyoya. In the end, the small party he wanted became rather large and he would just be force to deal with it.

Scary pineapple.

khr calendar images~

duplicity iii + iv

part three and four! i tried to make it longer this time, and hopefully, i succeeded. and rip you, tsuna’s gonna devour you in the last part. hope you enjoy!

by @kewranch

mollusco - clam

famiglia - family

The book fell to the ground, and you didn’t move to pick it up. You were frozen, cold sweat lining your forehead as your mind struggled to register what you saw. Your heart hammered against your ribcage, and you had to sit down because your legs felt weak. You couldn’t believe it though; you didn’t want to. Your perfect boyfriend was a mafia boss and had lied to you about it for two years. The Mollusco Industries was a cover for the Vongola, the most infamous and powerful mafia famiglia in all of Italy. And like a cruel joke, your perfect boyfriend was the don in charge.

Your friends had warned you, and you’d dismissed them because you saw no fault in him. But now, he turned out to be a liar and a murderer and whatever the fuck else he was. He lied to you for two years about this, so what else had he lied about? Did he lie about his first love, a girl named Kyoko? Did he lie about his best friends? His family? His hobbies?

Did he lie about his feelings for you?

You swallowed thickly, clenching your hands into fists, and squeezed your eyes shut. Calm down, you told yourself. There has to be a rational explanation for this. But you didn’t know where else to get it but other than from the person himself. You bit down on your lower lip and collected your stuff.

Dread filled you, as you weren’t sure what would come of this, but you’d be damned if you didn’t at least get the truth. On your way out of the library, you text him asking to meet up at the cafe where you met because something very important to talk to him about. His response was almost instantaneous.

See you there, love.

You grimaced and practically ran there so you could get there before him. A part of you needed to be there before him for whatever the reason, and you obliged. Unfortunately, you hadn’t thought of what to say to him once you met up. So as you waited outside anxiously, mind racing as you tried to think of what to say, you were startled when arms wrapped around you from behind.

Snapping your head around, you relaxed when you saw it was just Tsuna. But as soon as he smiled, the picture you found in the library flashed through your mind, and you tensed once more.

“Everything alright, darling? You’re so tense.” Tsuna asked you, arms slipping away from your waist so his hands could massage your shoulders.

“Y-yeah,” you stuttered, lips twisting into an awkward smile.

Tsuna raised a dubious brow, “Are you sure?”

Now was your chance, you realized. You glanced away from him, uncertain, before meeting his concerned gaze.

“Tsuna, would you…would you ever lie to me?”

“Of course not,” he replied immediately. “I would never lie to you.”

At his words, anger suddenly surged through your veins, and you scowled.

“Liar!” You accused harshly, making him frown.

“I would never lie—” You cut him off by shoving the torn out page with the picture of him on it into his face.

“Then what the hell is this?” You demanded.

He gingerly took the crumpled page into his hands as you seethed. You had no idea where this anger came from, but it wouldn’t go away. So much being calm, you thought wryly. Tsuna perused the page, pausing on the picture. Then he just changed.

If you were expecting anything, it definitely wasn’t this. As soon as he saw the picture and the words below it, Tsuna’s face just fell. Whether in surprise or not, you didn’t know, because he was unreadable. Your heart froze in fear; you could always read Tsuna. His tawny eyes were clouded over possibly in thought as he gazed down at the picture.

When he offered no response, no denial, nothing, you felt angry, heartbroken tears prick your eyes. At your sniffle, his eyes snapped to you, zeroing in on your tears.

“Liar,” you choked out before turning your back on him and running away.

Behind you, the picture burned.

…

For a week, you ignored all his phone calls, his text messages, his erratic visits at your front door. You ignored him and everything. You were heartbroken and utterly devastated he had lied to you for the entire two years of your relationship. You’d given him everything: your first kiss, your virginity, your love, heart, mind, and body. And in return, he lied to you, kept up his farce of a CEO. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, and you quickly wiped them away.

Unable to finish your report without feeling sick to your stomach, you pushed the papers away and stood. You bit down on your bottom lip as you made your way to your kitchen. As you dug through it, you realized you hadn’t been shopping yet like you needed to. Sighing, you resigned yourself to a impromptu grocery store trip. Luckily, the store was nearby so you could walk to it and back.

The trip had been uneventful. Once you’d gotten the essentials, you left the store and walked home. You paused at your front door, grocery bags hanging from your fingertips.

A grimace marred your face as you carefully dropped the bags from your reddening fingers. Pulling your keys out of your pocket, you went to unlock your door when you realized it was already unlocked. Your body automatically stiffened in fear as the memory of locking your door flashed across your mind. But you had a feeling you know what — who — was waiting on the other side.

And lo and behold, sitting on your couch like he owned the damn place was your ex-boyfriend. He looked like he hadn’t changed at all; still walking sex with his messy hair and tawny eyes. Tsuna didn’t say anything, just watched you with a predatory gaze as you resolutely walked past him and put away your groceries. Biting down on your tongue, you chose not to speak in spite of the anger that demanded you scream at him. There was a tense silence between you two as a result, and his heavy gaze on your backside made liquid fire spread through your veins.

Finally, you broke it.

“What do you want?” You asked harshly with a frown, daring to meet his gaze head-on.

“You.” He answered without skipping a beat. The hue of his eyes had darkened considerably since you entered.

Startled by his boldness and what you saw, you faltered, and the moment he stood, you knew it would be your undoing.

Tyl vongola, Tyl Varia and their s/o spending time together with their children on a holiday (Xmas, Easter, Halloween,etc.)

I am so sorry that this took so long for me to do.  I have absolutely no legitimate excuse.  I hope you enjoy.

Tsuna:

Tsuna knew exactly how he got in this position.  Bunny ears attached to a headband, with apainted on bunny nose.  It had nothing todo with your persuasive powers and everything to do with two boys’ puppyeyes.  So for the picture that the twoboys’ had insisted on, he got to sit in the middle and smile for the camera, a “bunny”on either side of him.

“Looking good, babe,” you grinned from the other side of thecamera, amusement in every line of your body.

“And how did you get out of this?”  He honestly wasn’t that confused – he knew,after all, that this whole thing was probably your idea and you had gotten theboys to be your unwitting accomplices.  

“Someone needs to take the picture.  And the boys wanted you to be in the picturejust so much that I couldn’t really break their hopes like that!”  Your smile was entirely too innocent, andthere was a sparkle in your eyes that after being married for so long, Tsunarecognized instantly.  Yes, this was entirelyyour plan.

Gokudera:

Gokudera was not affected by this, damn it.  He definitely wasn’t.  Not at all. Except, that he kind of was.  Buthe had to stay strong, to not waver in the face of such a formidable foe.  His eyebrow twitched as he tried to keep a straight-face,to not show any weakness.

“Please, daddy?”  Hisoldest daughter, dressed up as a fairy looked at him with probably the mostdangerous weapon he had seen in a long time. The puppy eyes.

The other weapon being wielded against him was by hisyounger daughter, dressed as superhero. The pout.  “But daddy, Halloweenonly comes once a year.”  There was alisp. Oh god, how was he supposed to stand up to the lisp?

“…No.”  He cursedhimself for the hesitation.  They wouldsense it.  And then they wouldattack.  

He was right.  Bothlooks intensified.

“…Fine, a couple more hours. But don’t tell on me.”

Yamamoto:

He couldn’t force himself to even fake a slightlydisapproving face as he was roughly pulled from his dream by the feel ofseveral small bodies making contact with his body.  Knowing exactly what had his childrenexcited, he awoke with a grin.  It wasimpossible to even fake sternness though a glance at the clock told him it was5:43.  He noticed that you were faring nobetter in our effort to work up the motivation to send you kids back to bed.

“Daddy,” the five year old girl on his lap exclaimedexcitedly.  “Daddy, Santa’s comealready!”  Yamamoto forced his expressioninto one of surprise, even though he knew that already “Santa” had roughly comeat about 3:15, after the final attempt to see the gift bearer had been foiledby the dastardly Sandman.  

“Has he?”  There was agenuine note of excitement in in his voice, you shook your head at fondly, whenwould he ever mature.  “Well, we shouldgo check it out.  Shouldn’t we?”  With the four kids in tow (two on his armsand one hanging around his neck, and the oldest tugging his pant leg to get himto move faster) Yamamoto made his way from the room to the Christmas Tree withits abundance of presents.  (Shoppingwith Yamamoto for presents always left you with the worry of kids spoiledrotten.)   There were excited squeals andshouts from both your kids and husband.  

Camera in hand you followed, wanting to capture the magicfor good (also, you had a bet with Ryohei’s spouse that Yamamoto was definitelymore ridiculous then the boxer when it came to his kids.)

Ryohei:

It had been a long day, and still the four of you couldn’tgo back.  You were regretting agreeing tothis as you knew this was going to happen. But you hadn’t been able to say nowhen faced with your husband and two kids’ eager expression.  Now, you were trying to keep yourself frombeing smug when your eight year old daughter turned to you with complaint inher eyes.  Your ten year old son, on theother hand, was still going strong – you would wait until you had the majorityon your side to make any comment, you were not above kicking a man when he wasdown.

Now you had your daughter stuck to your hip as you made yourway through the Christmas-tree farm.  Ithad bene several hours and still your husband and son hadn’t found a tree“EXREME” enough.  “Can you make Daddystop?  Pleeeeaaaasssseeee?” your daughterwhined.  While, you would be entirelytriumphant in the face of Ryohei, you did feel some sympathy for your daughter,still not enough to keep back from saying, “I thought that you wanted to dothis?”

“I did, but Daddy’s too extreme about this!  And I’m tired and I want to go back,” yourdaughter’s pleading tones attracted her father’s attention who looked back fora second, staring intently at her, before looking up at you.  You raised an eyebrow in triumph at him.

“Well look at this one,” his tone infused with triumph, evenyour daughter perked up.  “Isn’t this oneEXTREME!!!”  The swiftness with whichyour son agreed let you know that he had only disagreed with everything else,because his father didn’t seem to think that they worked.  

With the end in sight, your daughter immediately wriggleddown from your arms to go admire the tree her father picked out.  So Ryohei did win in the end.  With the sheer joy on your family’s facethough, and the pride on Ryohei’s, you couldn’t bring yourself to mind toomuch.  

Lambo:

This was possibly one of his favorite days of the year.  Dressing his adorable little daughter in thelight pink frilly dress, going to Church with his “siblings” and then comingback.  Okay, it was the coming back partthat was his favorite.  But he had toadmit, there was something that could only be described as “precious” in theways her eyes lit up as she noticed the more obviously hidden eggs.

The squeals of excitement when she saw the large Easterbasket at her place on the table (that was honestly bigger than her, but itneeded to be to match the four foot stuffed bunny that was holding it).  “Daddy! Daddy, look!!  The bunnycame!  He came!”  The delighted laughter of his little fiveyear old had Lambo laughing right along as he agreed and showed the properamount of enthusiasm at this turn of events.

The rest of the morning passed quickly with an egg hunt andLambo was sure that he just about melted when his daughter came up with a bighandful of chocolate to give to him and you. “I think the bunny forgot you, so you can have some of mine!”

By the time the three of you managed to get to dinner withthe rest of the Vongola Guardians and their families, his daughter had ended upchanging back into her pink dress (taken out of it to avoid stains) and wasable to spend the rest of the day playing with her cousins.   Lambo also noticed the “candy ring” wherethe trading was taking place.  

“Can we do that again tomorrow?”  She sleepily asked after the party haddispersed.  “It was lots and lots offun.  We should do it every week.”  And so she continued her plans for the otherSunday nights of the years before happily drifting off onto Lambo’s shoulder….whowas currently thinking of the pros of having Easter every Sunday .

Hibari:

Growing older, Hibari had found that while he still didn’tlike crowding, he was able to tolerate it a little better – especially if hewas facing the crowds with you and his 8 year old son.  In addition to that, since today was a specialday, he was willing to overlook the slight discomfort and simply enjoy the holidaywith his family.  

Dressed in traditional kimonos to go through the streetsalready bustling with the festival preparations, Hibari made sure to bring hisfamily to an area already marked out by Foundation members as the safest placewith the best view.  It would also be outof the wind and therefore warmer.  While itwasn’t exactly frigid, February definitely wasn’t the warmest month.

“Otou-san, does everyone like the Foundation this much?  I thought you told me it was a secret,” hisson looked up at him with big questioning eyes. It took Hibari a moment to realize what his son was talking about.

“This is celebrating Japan’s foundation,” Hibari explained.  “Not The Foundation that I found.  Do you understand?”  Though there was still some confusion in theboy’s eyes he nodded, Hibari tried to understand it a little more clearly.

“It’s a day to show pride and patriotism for yourcountry.  Though you should be doing itanyway.  It’s more a holiday to remind theother herbivores to do so.”  This his sonunderstood and the confusion faded from his eyes.

“Hibari,” you sighed. “Try to keep the herbivores verses carnivores to a minimum.  We’re just supposed to be having fun.”

(According theinternet, Foundation Day is a national holiday in Japan that commemorates Japan’sfounder and first emperor Jimmu.  Ittakes place on February 11)

Mukuro:

Before he had children, Mukuro enjoyed this day as much ashe had any day.  Sure he liked going toparties and the like, dressing up, flirting, the candy that was alwayspresent.  But after he had children, hetruly came to appreciate the day.  

“Babbo, where should the decorations go?”  His youngest girl at nine years old wascarrying a box filled with realistic looking dismembered body parts.  Even he was impressed by how nonchalantly shewas looking at the stuff, no trace of disgust.

“Babb, what about these?” The eleven year old was right beside her younger sister, holding asevered head up.  While he thought aboutfor a second, the older sister turned the head towards her younger sister andmade the exact same face as the head in her hands.  The younger laughed in delight, clapping asher older sister used some illusions to make it more realistic.

Clearly, he was reallydoing something right.

Xanxus:

Xanxus wasn’t going to lie, he really didn’t mind a holidaywhere his kids served him breakfast in bed. Granted, as they got older and the food became a bit more edible –because they insisted on making it without any help – he enjoyed it a bitmore.  But even when the triplets wereall six and making it, and he had to choke down the burnt store bought cinnamonrolls it was worth it.

However, this year, seeing the twelve year old boyscarefully leading their six year old sister, who was wearing a wreath with lightedcandles on top of her head, Xanxus felt like he had just lost at least 10 yearsof his life watching the wreath bob with each movement of her head.  Your calming hand on his shoulder was theonly thing keeping him in bed and not jumping out and extinguishing thecandles.

“Happy feast day!” All four children chorused, bright grins as they held out their treatsfor both parents.  This year it washomemade cinnamon buns (Xanxus had found out earlier in the week that Lus hadbeen teaching them how to make it), fresh coffee and some fruit on theplate.  

“Thanks, guys,” you smiled at them, reaching to take some ofthe trays to place on the king sized bed you shared with Xanxus.  Xanxus meanwhile was busy putting out theflames atop his six-year old’s head.

“What do you think, Babbo?” She stepped back to show her off her floor length white dress (alsoprobably courtesy of Lus) giving a little twirl.

“Just like a saint,” he told her, grabbing her to lift ontothe bed where she could enjoy the breakfast along with everyone else.  Then, he looked towards the boys sitting onthe end of the bed.  “Now, about thecandles –”

“It’s okay,” the oldest said, as he licked his fingers,sticky from the icing on the buns.  “Weleft a fire extinguisher right outside the door in case we would need it.”

(Santa Lucia is afeast-day based off of a Catholic saint who died in the 3rdcentury.  It’s held on December 13, and atradition associated with it is that the children of a family do breakfast inbed for their parents – any girls wear a wreath with lighted candles on theirhead…)

Squalo:

Squalo didn’t see how this had been a good idea.  With six kids, the oldest definitely knewthat the Easter Bunny wasn’t real anymore. And still, he had to make sure to sneak the baskets out without theknowledge of any of the kids.  And sure, doingit with the two who hadn’t reached 8 yet, and were still had their youthfulinnocent – that was fine.

But Squalo’s four oldest – aged 10, 11, 13, and 15 – had lostall of that innocence (he blamed Xanxus,and Belphegor, and Luss, and Fran – and pretty much every fucking body that heknew) and were little terrors.  Andkept trying to catch him in the act.  

“So we just have to wait here.  Of course he’s coming.”  His fifteen year old son – the oldesttroublemaker of the bunch – entered dining room, the ten and eleven year oldaccompanying him.  The thirteen year oldgirl must have been left behind to distract you from their plan.  Squalo, from his spot in the other room noticedthe camera in their hands.  He had nodoubt that Xanxus had promised the kids some great prize if they caught apicture.  

Squalo grinned maliciously as the three took up their hiddenpositions.  Did they really think Squalowould be so stupid as to walk right into their trap?

Not even ten minutes later, delighted cries came from theplay room, and he got to see the three exchange despairing looks as they ran towhere you and Squalo had stayed up the night before, decorating the room andputting the finishing touches on the giant Easter baskets.  

The brats – still 0. Squalo – at least 1000.

Levi:

Getting ready for Christmas was always entertaining to dowith Levi.  Mainly because there wasnothing this man wouldn’t do to make sure that the holiday was perfect for histhree kids.  And with shopping for twoboys and one girl, ranging from 6-13, the gifts were always varied.  Especially as the amount of thought Levi putinto was almost awe-inspiring for you.

And if the amount of time and effort he insisted werenecessary ever seemed like a little much, the faces on Christmas morning wereall worth it.  

“Daddy, is this really for me!”  Your nine year old screamed ecstatically asshe opened the box to show off a miniature version of his Varia coat.  Her excitement obvious.  Levi’s proud grin was all the answer sheneeded before throwing herself into his arms for a tight hug.  

The six year old was only two steps behind as the puppy witha big bow in his favorite color came running out from where you had unlockedthe door of the small cage.  Yourthirteen year old son looked close to doing it as the box he opened showed theupgraded version of the weapon he was learning to wield – courtesy of Spanner’sbrilliance.  

You made sure that the picture you got captured each of thedifferent expressions on the faces of your family, especially the proud grin onLevi’s face.

Lus:

If Lus had to pick a favorite time of theyear, October was definitely in the running. He got to spend the entire month designing the perfect costume, findingjust the right materials, adding the best details all to make sure that his twolittle girls looked amazing.  And he hadto say, each year it only got better.

“Papa, papa, look at me twirl!”  The youngest at only five, made the most adorablelittle Bo Peep that he had ever seen. Her little terrier looked like the perfect little lamb with his curly whitefur.  As she spun around the skirt withall its lace and frills twirled out charmingly around, and her dimpled smilewas probably one of the cutest things Lus had ever seen.

“What about me, Papa? Do I look like a princess?”  Theeight year old was dressed in a beautiful sky blue gown long sleeves and trainand everything, hair curled to fall around a tiara on the top of her head.  

“Of course you do!” Lus exclaimed.  “You’re the mostbeautiful princess that there’s ever been! And you, you’re a gorgeous little Bo Peep!”  He made sure to include his other daughter inhis praises so that she wouldn’t feel left out – though she looked much tooenthralled with her spinning dress to even notice.

“Now, let’s go out and get lots of candy!”  There were excited cheers from both girls andthey were already running to the door, pulling on their shoes that matched thedresses as they went.

Belphegor:

It was the day of the year that he lived for.  The first of Aprils.  April’s Fool. Primo d’Aprile.  And he loved it.  It was the day that he could do whatever hewanted to whoever wanted (except Xanxus)and he had a legitimate excuse.  And hewas raising his children to have the same respect for the day that he did.

“Alright, begin commencement for Prank 1.”  One day, he would  allow his children to act on their own, butfor right now, he had a private army of three on  his side and he wasn’t going to not take advantage of it.  He grinned as his youngest daughter ran outthe door.

He counted to five.  “Prank2 is a go.”  His son – the middle child –was on his way as well.  He now shared asmirk with his oldest daughter.  

“Today, you have the most important part.  Are you sure that you can handle it?”

“Of course the princess can handle this.”  She grinned back, confident in herabilities.  He nodded and she was off.

Not three minutes later, three enraged shouts came throughthe speaker’s in Bel’s first “lair” – multiple ones set up all over VariaCastle, the locations changing every year to avoid detection – and the fourinhabitants exchanged high fives.

“Now, onto phase 2.”

Fran:

While Fran knew thatmany people celebrated Mardi Gras, hehad always felt a particular connection to this holiday that supported the ideaof trying to eat all the sweets that you could in a day.  The holiday that you could play around withillusions and took all the good parts of Halloween and said to do them all day.

Which was why he wasmore than willing to allow his twin boys to run wild on the day.  Going throughout the Varia Castle to usetheir rudimentary illusionary powers to change the decorations to green, goldor purple – though he did notice there was some dripping paint that definitely wasn’tillusionary on some of things….oh well, he could blame it on Belphegor.

The sounds of laughterand the rattle of beads as they handed out brightly colored plastic necklacesto the Varia members or servants that they ran into as they went through theMansion.  They had somehow even managedto drag Lus in on it (which actually wasn’t that surprising) so they also hadplenty of sweets and snacks in the proper colors.  

“Boys, what were youtold about going through the Mansion?” However, he would have to step in beforeone of them managed to piss of one of the actual Varia guardians who wouldn’t beworried about irritating the Mist Guardian and would do something to stop thekids.

“…ummmm…” the seven yearolds both looked rather confused as they tried to remember – clearly jacked upon sugar and excitement and not paying attention to what happened more thanfive minutes ago.

“You need to be quieter,”Fran explained again.  “Don’t let peopleknow you’ve done something until you’re far away.”