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Tsuna:

while he’ll feel guilty, he’ll usesome type of drug or something that will weaken them and keep them sick so theycan’t escape – it’s put in their food so they don’t realize it

confronts them with big, repentful eyes as he apologizes for cheating on them,but “please, please take me back;after your accident, I realized how much I really did love you”

if they try to leave, he’ll keep sabotaging their attempts at a successfullife, until he can step in “as their savior”

Gokudera:

will have someone “attack” them and doeverything he can to make sure that they don’t feel safe unless he’s rightthere

definitely okay with locking them up – he’ll say it’s for their own safety,that his job makes them a target, etc, but he’ll have them stuck wherever hewants them

he’ll give into his explosive temper around them and basically scare them intonever crossing him

Yamamoto:

will completely work the situation tohis advantage

tries to win them back by using how much he took care of them – because henever did anything that was violent to them, it will probably work

once he’s won them back, he’s willing to kill anyone who might try to separatethem (without his s/o’s knowledge, of course)

Ryohei:

has Kyoko on his side as he convinceshis s/o to take him back

if they agree, things are pretty good and he’s very attentive and just takescare of everything

if they don’t, he’ll let them go, but he’ll kill anyone else who tries to winhis s/o over

Lambo:

still will use the “victim” routine,trying to keep them by his side with sympathy

if they try to leave he’ll start telling lies to their friends, trying to makeit so they have no one else to turn to

he’s the one who’ll use self-harm as a way to keep them from leaving –threatening to hurt himself if they’re going to leave, “I don’t know how Icould live without you”

Hibari:

will rely on violence if he has to

not above keeping them locked up away from everything else

legit has a place built for them where they’ll be comfortable but locked up andaway from everyone else

Mukuro:

he will use his illusions tocompletely eff with their mind…they won’t know what’s real anymore

he’ll also use his illusions against people who are trying to help his s/o –either turning them against his s/o, or making it seem like they’re workingwith him to his own s/o

he will drive them crazy

Thoughts on Mafia Bosses

So I always had this head-canon that Dino, Tsuna, Enma and Byakuran may act and seem friendly but at heart they are true mafia bosses. Like there is an untameable beast in them and slowly, as they fit into their roles as Dons, it unleashes. It’s like they are willing to do unthinkable, wrong things for the right reasons.

 I believe that the KHR!bosses are anti-heroes at heart. Slowly time in the Mafia changes them and they do enjoy the benefits (women, money, power) but they are there for their family and have very strong principles. 

 And tyl!Tsuna- well he’s the king of the underworld. He has a control over the worst monsters the world has to offer. And that’s only possible if he’s the deadliest monster of them all. 

 That’s what intrigues me about the mafia in general. The mafia is like a criminal organization with principles and that’s what makes it so sexy. 

 You know, when wicked has a good side?

Make me choose → Mukuro or Hibari?

↳ Asked by Anonymous

Xanxus, Byakuran, Mukuro, Gokudera, and Bianchi reacting to finding out their child is being bullied in school?

Gokudera:  (his kids get bullied for being nerds…do weexpect anything else) Gokudera’s kids are probably more than willing to start afight as soon as someone tries to bully them. However, if Gokudera does find out about it, he’s just going toencourage them to keep fighting them off – he’ll make a secret call to theparents, that way they’ll think they took of it themselves).  

Bianchi:  Bianchi will make some cookies for her kid totake into school – she’ll specially ice or decorate the cookies for thebully.  She’ll give the kid some othertips on fighting back.  If it continues,she’ll make a call to either the principal or parents.  

Mukuro: …Mukuro is veryprotective of his children, he wants to make sure that none of them have achildhood like him.  He’ll take bullyingvery seriously.  He’ll give his kid someideas on illusions they could use to get back at the bully.  If this doesn’t stop it, he’ll get Fran todisguise himself to go in and make sure to take care of it.

Xanxus:  (Who bullies Xanxus’ kid???  Someone with a suicide wish???)  He encourages his child to fight back, heprobably gives the kid weapons to smuggle into school with him.  Besides that, he’s not going to care enoughto get involve.  If his kid’s not toughenough to step up to plate and deal with it, then why the fuck would Xanxus dosomething about it.  He’s got the “if thekid wants something, the kid takes care of it himself” mentality….never tooearly to learn how to take care of themselves.

Byakuran:  Somebody’s parents is getting a call.  The principal of the school is getting a call.  Byakuran is not above using his “mafia boss”title to try and ruin the bully’s life. He’ll probably want to do everything and avoid having his kids have toget involved themselves.  (Let’s face it,he caters to his kids every whim, if he thinks the bullying is that serious, his kids are getting privatelytutored for the rest of their school days.)

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.”

Reminder that TYL!Tsuna spoke for 5 seconds

For the whole 203-episode anime

BRB need to cry in a corner

(this is on episode 175)