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Oohh haven't been here for a while. . .time to remedy that 😈. May i have Vongola's reaction to some idiot calling their s/o 'a play thing to be thrown away when they get bored' or you know, that idiot saying to the s/o but w/in earshot of the guys?

I have wanted to do this for so long, but I have forcedmyself to wait…my time has come!!!

Tsuna:  Tsuna’s first reaction is to make sure thathis s/o doesn’t think this is true, because he suffered with self-consciousnessfor a long time and wants to wipe away any doubt that might suddenly spring upin his s/o’s mind.  He’ll have had one ofhis guardians take the other person to a different area where he can deal withthem later…  Goodbye any Vongola alliance…

Gokudera:  Because of what happened with his mother (andwhat he had thought happened for so long), Gokudera takes extra offense tothis.  He is not above making a scenewherever he is, and he will absolutely tear into the other person.  Therewill be no chance for them to brush it off as a joke/didn’t really mean it, therewill be no forgiveness in their future.  He’ll make a huge deal about it. If it’s a guy, he will punch him. If it’s a girl, he probably won’t physically fight her, but he’ll dosomething…like spread the word that the Vongola want nothing to do with her andwhatever happens, happens.  

Yamamoto:  Yamamoto just gets this scary  smile on his face and is like “Excuse me, Imust have misheard you because I know that you didn’t just say that to my s/o.  Did you?” And as they stutter out a no, he’ll be like “Of course you didn’t.  Because if you did…well, I would be forced torespond to that and neither of us wants that…” And he just keeps this ultra-polite smile and the whole “natural bornassassin” aura is coming out strong…and the person probably wets their pants,and it’s awkward for them and then Yamamoto just takes his s/o away from themand is perfectly pleasant self.  

Ryohei:  Ryohei is incredibly shocked that someonewould say that to his s/o.  Like just befrozen there for a second or so because WHY WOULD ANYONE SAY SOMETHING LIKETHAT????  WHO THINKS LIKE THAT???  And then, he’s pissed off and he makes surethe other person knows, (he’s also not above using a fast right-hook to the jawto punctuate his point…)

Lambo:  Lambo is deeply insulted on his s/o’s behalf andwill walk up to the person and be like “I think you should apologize.”  And they will, because there will be thisreally dangerous spark in his eyes that suggests severe repercussions.  He’ll then take his s/o away and will offerthem candy and make sure that they know he doesn’t feel that way.  

Hibari:  Do you want to know who’s dead?  Whoever said that to Hibari’s s/o is, that’swho…  Literally, they won’t have a chanceto apologize before Hibari’s “biting them to death.”  It doesn’t matter the sex of the person,whoever said that to someone that Hibari has chosen to be in his life, doesn’tget any mercy.  Kusakabe will be calledto take out the trash and Hibari will go back to watching out for his s/o fromthe shadows…because he doesn’t like going out in public anyway, and this isexactly why….

Mukuro:  Oh boy, the person doesn’t even have a chanceto regret saying anything.  He will begiven them a thorough verbal beat down in seconds.  He has no compunction about using hisillusions to mess with their mind. Literally, they won’t even know what’s happening, they’ll say it andnext thing they know, they’ve got full on mind assault.  

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.)

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High Ponytails: 

Yamamoto, Ryohei, Hibari and Squalo all like ponytails.  They’ve got that flair of athleticism in the hair style that they like to see in an s/o.  

Low Ponytails:

This is the one that Gokudera, Levi and Kikyo would like to see.  These ponytails, down right at the base of the neck, have that air of practiciality.  

Half-ponytails: (those ones where the top part of your hair is pulled up and the rest is down)

Tsuna, Mukuro, Xanxus, Lus and Byakuran are all fans of this one.  That look is one that’s elegant, but at the same time, fun and flirty 

Pigtails:

This is a style that Lambo, Bel, Fran and Daisy are totally good with.  Pigtails, to these boys, have the cute, “innocent” vibe.  They’re also kinda fun to play with.  

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Glad you liked the first ones :)

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

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.”

weird noises: happen in the wee hours

Mukuro, utterly unaffected: the only supernatural and ominous force in this place is me and i was here first, so whatever and whoever you are you need to Go

tag yourself i’m tuna

I swear It’s not that I don’t have anything better to do with my life

what life I don’t have a life

Part 1 ll Part 2 ll Part 3 ll Part 4 ll Part 5 ll Part 6 ll Part 7 ll Part 8 ll Part 9

Scary pineapple.

Make me choose → Mukuro or Hibari?

↳ Asked by Anonymous

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Their s/o's idiot ex has come back and are trying to woo them to the point they're getting forceful and handsy. What would Tsuna, Xanxus, Yamamoto and Dino do?

Tsuna:

- He would get straight to the point, grabbing theoffender’s incriminating hand in a harsh grip, growling, “They said ‘no’. Back.Off.”

- If the ex tries to put on a brave face and start somethingwith the Don, chances are high that they’re probably going to get a broken handwhen all is said and done.

- The ex will apologize, one way or another. And to Tsuna’ssatisfaction, not just the S/O’s, who would probably ‘let them off easy’according to him.

- When S/O isn’t present, Tsuna would likely threaten andintimidate the hell out of the ex, letting it be made absolutely clear thatbehavior like that is not at all tolerated and that they best move out of thecountry. Quickly.

Xanxus:

burn them with wrath flames until there’s nothing but ashes

- In all seriousness, he would probably pull a gun on theex. Might fire a warning shot instead of actually shoot them. Not because hedoesn’t trust his aim, but because his S/O doesn’t need ‘the scum’s shittyblood’ sprayed all over them.

- He would actually shoot them in both hands if S/O is a bitpanicky around dead bodies instead of outright killing them. (“scum like youdon’t need those fucking disgusting mitts if your gonna paw on what’s mine) But prefers the more satisfyinghead shot, right through their filthy mouth that had been whispering lewdcomments and lies into his S/O’s ears.

- He doesn’t really bother threatening, more like bellowsprofanity and insults before skipping straight to the gun part.

Yamamoto:

- To be perfectly honest, his reaction is the scariest outof the other three. While they are more obviously menacing, there is just thisundercurrent of… something whenYamamoto happens upon the scene. His expression doesn’t change and neither doeshis body posture, but there’s this undercurrent of shitboiyoubetterbackoffrightnowifyouwannalivetoseetomorrow and youdidnotjusttouchmybaenotifyouwannakeepthosehands.

- Will casually twirl baseball bat or sword that he has onhand or perhaps lean on it. (“Haha, what a funny game you’re playing there.”Eyes glint with the color of the coldest iciest blue: the color of sharp steeland merciless waters. “Mind if I cut in?”)

- Ends up not having to actually do anything to the ex.Their imagination and Yamamoto’s intimidating aura and the freakishlyterrifying smile of his does the rest.

Dino:

sic his attack-turtleon them

- He’s actually angry enough where even if his men werenowhere nearby, he’d still be able to beat the ex senseless, no grace needed topunch them in the face and maybe break their nose.

- Might actually chase them off with that whip of his.Forget a gun, they aren’t even worth the bullet.

- Thing is, Dino’s not just satisfied with chasing off theex or giving them a permanent reminder that it’s generally a Bad Idea to dowhat they did (not to mention terribly rude), he’d be the vengeful type that willmake the repercussions of their action will haunt them years later, affectingnot just them but anyone the ex gets close to (because if that’s how they treathis S/O, who’s to say that they won’t do the same to others who don’t have aprotective boyfriend to help out? Best to discourage others from getting tooclose for their own good).

- The ex’s reputation will be ruinedpretty quickly. Any financial troubles or misdeeds done will be brought back tothe forefront. Debt collectors will likely be hounding them for quite a while,preventing them from imposing on other individuals who might be morevulnerable.

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.

Can i have au scenarios for the vongola and reader, the au being a soulmate au where you're given a necklace from birth that shines whwn you meet your soulmate.

//I worked hard on this so I really hope you guys enjoy this!! Also, Chrome and Lambo are not included unless specifically mentioned.//

Tsuna

“You are going to suffer for interrupting my wedding,” Tsuna was all dressed up as the groom and the both of you were in his office. His eyes were burning in rage. “Do you know how important this alliance is? Do you know what you’ve done?!”

“I couldn’t let you..” You pulled out the necklace hidden under your dress. “You are my soulmate.”

Tsuna gave you a poker face. “I’ve known you since middle school. That’s when mine started glowing too. I thought there was a defect. Why are you telling this to me now?”

“Well, you were Dame-Tsuna and I didn’t want to let other people know that you were my soulmate so..” You were ashamed of what you had done and you should’ve said the truth earlier.

“What makes you think I’ll want you now?” He looked at you cruelly. “You turned me into this monster. Making me believe that I was too defective to love or be loved.”

“Tsuna, I-” He stormed out.

Gokudera

There was a glowing necklace inside the envelope and a note: ‘Keep the necklace. We’ll cut off her pretty head so she’ll never be able to wear it again.’

Gokudera couldn’t think for five seconds. They had kidnapped her and then taken off her necklace. They had taken what was his and taken off her necklace.

Tsuna didn’t bother stopping him, mentally preparing to throw a celebration party for obliterating the Blanca Famiglia. There was no way Gokudera would let any of them live.

“I’ll bring the head of the Boss as a souvenir for you, Tenth,” he said and was gone.

Yamamoto

You were in a dark alley, running from some thugs when your necklace started glowing. How freaking inconvenient. Of all times-

“So girlie’s found her soulmate, huh-” You heard them scream all of a sudden and you stiffened. There was blood everywhere and then.. silence.

A man holding a sword, covered in blood, studied you.

Narrow eyes glinted under the moonlight and you would’ve screamed bloody murder if you hadn’t seen the faint glow of his necklace.

“You are my soulmate?” You said, horrified.

“This was not how I wanted to meet but I guess it’s for the best. I am Takeshi Yamamoto. I’m an assassin-”

You fainted.

Ryohei

“You are my soulmate?” you gawked. 

You were a big fan of the professional boxer Sasagawa Ryohei and you went to all his matches. He rarely made appearances these days because, according to rumors, he worked for the Mafia.

You had went to one of his autograph signing events and the both of your necklaces glowed the moment you saw him.

“Extreme!” He was by your side in an instant and picked you up, turning around. “My soulmate is a fan of mine!!!”

You laughed with joy.

Hibari

“What kind of a person gives their own soulmate detention?” you huffed and crossed your hands. You were stuck spending your after-school time in Hibari’s stupid Reception room.

“If you weren’t my soulmate I would’ve bitten you to death for coming late,” Hibari said, not looking up from his paperwork.

 “Gee, how romantic of you to spare my life. Thank God our necklaces started glowing before you could kill me,” you said sarcastically.

He looked up at you sharply. “I will never hurt you or let anyone hurt you, herbivore. You are mine.”

Mukuro

Both of you were lying naked on the bed and Mukuro was deep in sleep. He seemed so relaxed and peaceful. 

Your eyes fell on his un-glowing necklace. The experiments of the Estreneo had rendered the necklace useless and it taken a lot of persuasion to convince him that you were his soulmate. Your necklace had lit up the moment you saw him.

“Stop staring at it,” Mukuro hissed. He hated the necklace. He thought it symbolized how damaged he was.

You ignored him. You grabbed his necklace and started kissing it. “You’re not damaged. Stop thinking like that.”

He stared at you intently before his strong arms pulled you close.

ahhh i really enjoy this blog!! i check it almost everyday! also can i have womaniser tyl!tsuna seeing s/o for the first time??

“…And then maybe we can travel to Venice . I heard it’s very romantic.”

“Uh-huh.” The feminine voice was just another on of the many songs he heard. Another one of the many women he had taken to bed.

Even though many time his family told him to chill out with all the frisky adventures he tended to have, Tsuna just couldn’t help it. After a long day of work, who wouldn’t want to go to a hotel with a lovely dame and just pass the time? All the women flocked to him, it was as simple as that. He could pick out any female he wanted, from the one clad in a lavished dress to the vulgar one with the mini skirt. Yes, all were beneath him, but they were merely toys for him to play with.

So then why were you so intriguing? 

Tsuna had never imagined himself in a serious relationship, but if he absolutely had to get involved with someone, then it would definitely not be with you, a mere waitress destined to serve him and all his exquisite tastes.

Just then you went up to him, your posture tall and proud as ever. “Is there something else you need, Don Vongola?” When you had taken up this job, never in the world would you have thought of meeting a powerful mafioso, yet here you were. Being his and his lovely companion’s server. You were determined not to give into his unwavering gaze, however. 

“I think we’re just about done, wouldn’t you agree, Tsuna?” The woman across from him giggled, her voice piercing the stillness of the room.

“Yes, we are.” Tsuna pulled out his wallet and handed you a credit card. “Just hurry up and pay my bill.”

Taking his card, you gave a curt nod and rushed to the register. Running it through the slide next to the cashier, you felt slightly annoyed. Who the hell was he to boss you around? You were no minx, no way were you gonna turn into one either. As you pulled the card away from the register you ran your fingers over the raised gold numbers. Curiously and for a brief second, you wondered just how much money it contained and where it had come from.

“Are you that intrigued with plastic?”

The suave voice pulled you from your thoughts. Looking up you saw the Vongola Decimo. “I’m so sorry! Here.” With a fumble you thrusted his card back to him.

He smirked. “I came here to give you your tip personally. You were a pretty satisfying waitress.”

Clenching your teeth you muttered a thanks as he passed on a wad of bills wrapped in paper to you.

“Tsuna let’s go!” The minx was waiting for him at the entrance.

Tsuna merely gave her an impatient wave of his hand. “This dinner was the worst. The only thing that made it bearable staying here was you.” With another smile, he started to walk away. “I’ll be sure to stop by another time. Perhaps you’ll join me for a drink?”

Unable to say much you just stood there and watched as he left. You clenched your fist, angry at the way he had talked to you, almost as if you were begging for him to pay attention to you. How cocky of him…

Unclenching your fist you were reminded of the piece of paper in your hand. Looking it over you counted $130. Beneath them, written on the paper, was a simple message.

Here’s your tip: don’t be a waitress. Instead, be my lover.

>>マハ

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)

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?

(Previous Ask)

((Awh! Thank you so much!! Of course you can have more <3 Also Admin Bel writes Fanfiction for KHR which you can find over here! <3))

          Your life had always been very normal. Normal parents, average grades throughout school and it all came together with a very plain looking childhood house. You really didn’t stand out much either, especially with a name like Mary Lewis. No one would look at you twice, and you were fine with that. It wasn’t as if your small collection of friends were odd either so normally, the lot of you would go through the day without being bothered much if you were at the mall or something of the sort.           But, lately your life had been less than normal. Your parents always talked to you about coming home. They said that they were worried about you and your future, which seemed normal enough for parents, but then they would go on to talk about the family business. It was odd to you because you had never heard of such a thing.           When you grew up, your parents didn’t have a family business. Honestly you didn’t even know what they did for a living, but you assumed they didn’t work together because they had separate hours and sometimes your father worked through night. You never asked what they did, content to be unaware, but you were starting to get curious about exactly what they did for a living.           However, you would always tell them that you would be fine on your own and that they had nothing to worry about. That is, until an odd man appeared on your doorstep. He claimed to be your father, which you didn’t believe for a second, and promptly told him to leave. You could even smell alcohol on his breath, which made you write off the whole interaction off as a simple accident on his part.           Maybe he just mixed up the house numbers and came to yours thinking you were his daughter? That’s what you liked to believe, but for some reason he seemed very familiar. You eventually convinced yourself to drop it, but it seemed like this subject wasn’t going to leave so easily.           “Hello? Can I help you?” You asked with eyebrows furrowed. You were confused as to why a man was ringing your doorbell as you had no reason for anyone to arrive at your home. Today was your lazy day and it wasn’t as if any new neighbors were moving in nor did you order anything.           “I’m Tsunayoshi Sawada. I’m your older brother.” He had spoke with a slight bit of nervousness on his face. You had laughed, shaking your head a bit as he continued to look at you.           “That’s impossible. I’m an only child, and my last name is Lewis, not Sawada.” You spoke simply with an amused smile on your face before having a thought. “Are you related to that blond man perhaps? Tall, with stubble on his face and alcohol on his breath?” You asked with curiosity, thinking back to that blond man who claimed to be your father only a week ago. It was rather odd this would be happening again so you assumed they were connected in some way. “He was drunk and not very convincing, I’ll tell you!”           “I am, sadly, and so are you. He is our father and you are my sister.” He continued, seeming to want to prove to you that what he was saying was true. “I have proof too! But, it’s probably not right to do this here.” He said, gesturing slightly to the front door and how he was still outside your house.           “What proof?” You said with distrust, not wanting to let some random man into your house. He could be a serial killer for all you know, but he quickly pulled out a book from his messenger bag. It was a baby album, something you picked up right away from how childish the cover was. “Fine.” You had agreed, curiosity out weighing safety and your distrust.           You then spent the next thirty minutes looking and re-looking over the book he had brought with him. He also had your ‘supposed’ birth certificate and a bunch of other papers that would identify you as his sibling. “This isn’t possible.” You spoke slowly, staring at one photo in particular. You had seen your own baby photos you mother had taken of you and this child Tsunayoshi was showing you looked identical to you, if not you.           “It is possible. You were kidnapped from us. From your family, as a child.” He said, “Your name isn’t Mary Lewis. You are (Name) Sawada and you are my little sister. You are our parent’s baby girl, and our mother has missed you since the day you were taken from us. Her name is Nana Sawada and the man you met before is Iemitsu Sawada and he is, regrettably, our father.” Tsuna continued, trying so hard to get you to believe him as you just sat there, unsure of what to think.           However, it made sense to you for some reason. You always wondered why your parents didn’t look anything like you, assuming your were adopted for the longest time before they convinced you that you looked like a dead aunt on your mother’s side. “I, well, is it odd I believe you?” You whispered, looking up from the photo album to look into Tsunayoshi’s eyes.           “No, not at all! You should believe me because I’m not lying to you at all. We can even get tested! See if we share the same DNA or whatever it is they do to tell if someone is related to one another.” Tsuna said with a bright smile as you pondered this.           “I-I’ll have to think about it. This is so much, I- I don’t know really what to think. I want, I want to believe you. I want to, fully, believe you, but part of me can’t?” You said with uncertainty as Tsuna gave you a soft smile.           “That’s fine. It’s a lot to take in, I’m just glad you are willing to believe me. Thank you, (Name).” Tsuna spoke, giving you another smile before taking his leave from your home. You were thankful he left, at least then you could think about this on your own and decide what was the truth.

((Admin Xanxus loves Mermaids and is kinda the reader in this situation like come on, the ocean is super fucking deep and your telling me mermaids don’t exist? NAH, THEY COULD. YOU JUST DON’T KNOW. Also I can totally agree that aliens could exist- we just don’t know.))

           Hayato had the hugest crush on one of his classmates which just so happened to be you. He found you to be extremely sweet and caring, plus you were very attractive. However, he had no clue what you enjoyed. He honestly didn’t even know if you knew he existed, not that it mattered to him because as long as he was able to see you each day he was okay with being invisible, but he would have liked to know your interests.           Today seemed to be his lucky day as he just so happened to overhear you talking with your friends between classes. You were speaking softly to them in the beginning but eventually your tone grew louder and became more excited as time went on. “Look, we don’t know if mermaids exist or not, but the ocean is super big! I’m just saying that there could be the possibility of them existing.” You said happily as your friend rolled their eyes with a giggle.           Hayato couldn’t believe his ears, blinking rapidly as if this was an illusion because there was no way someone like yourself would also be super into the supernatural. However, he did not turn to look at you, continuing to stare at the blackboard in front of him rather than look behind to see you. He didn’t want to show that he was actually listening in on your conversation.           “There they go again.” One of your friends had said while shaking their head as the other one laughed. You couldn’t help but smile at them as they picked on you. You supported their teasing because you knew that you could become very obsessed when it came to the supernatural.           “I’m just saying!” You said with a laugh, “The lost city of Atlantis could be at the bottom of the ocean and we wouldn’t know because it’s too deep! Well, in certain places, but you know what I mean.” You continued, giving them a big grin as they both just shook their heads.           Sadly, your conversation had to end there as your friends had to get back to their classes as the bell would ring in only a few moments to signal the start of another class. You said your farewells before taking your seat behind Hayato.           “I, um, couldn’t help but overhear your conversation.” Hayato spoke, deciding that now was as good a time as any to talk to you. He turned so that he was sitting sideways in his seat, turning his head so that he could look at you. He knew that you liked mermaids, which was pretty darn cool, so now at least he had something to discuss with you.           You had laughed, “I suppose you think I’m a little weird, right?” You asked while trying to remember his name. You weren’t always the best with remembering names, but you had a feeling you would be able to recall his.           “Actually, I think it’s a pretty valid point. I mean we don’t know a whole lot about our deep oceans nor do we know a whole lot about what’s in space. Mermaids and aliens could be very real, we just haven’t discovered them yet.” He spoke, trying not to speak too rapidly as he could get too excited about topics such as these and just speed through sentences.           You were surprised, but very intrigued by him. “I fully agree with you! We may not have proof they exist, but we do not have proof that they don’t exist!” You spoke with some glee over being able to speak such opinions without a laugh or an eye roll. While you loved your friends, you wished you had someone to geek out about this stuff with. “I’m (Name).” You said with a smile, introducing yourself in hopes he would do the same.           “I’m Hayato Gokudera.” Hayato said with a shy smile while his heart sped up. He had a feeling that this was the start of something very special.

((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.

Takeshi Yamamoto: He loved your smile. A passionate beam that was adorned with affection in a strut that moved by like a confident exclamation of pride and beauty striking him hard in the gut as Takeshi watched you- wanted you. But he was lost in thought when they told him your name- a swing of syllables he heard but fell out on just as they were spoken into the air split by a yell he couldn’t have stopped if he tried. His body lurching into action when the floor seemed to shake with the place he fell just reaching to yank you out of the way of a blast he never saw coming in a daze. And he saw the aura of blush spreading through the atmosphere where you once stood and where he now fell short in awe with the Vongola rushing to aid in a breathless sprint just to find the mess as it now was. You were once just a training soldier- a new recruit learning the ways they taught you, but you were a little clumsy. A stunning mess of sweat of messy hair that appeared through the fog as admirable as ever. Strong body and expression etched with a wide belly that revealed itself as you fell into sight among the others- your face gaping with  variety of emotions as Takeshi’s gaze fell upon you in a smile when he knew you were okay. “I haven’t seen the place so clean since-” You were talking mostly to yourself- staring with wonder at the faces and scenery swallowing your mind while your stomach was kicked from the inside as your eyes fell onto the man you memorized so well with a blinking smile. “And I haven’t seen you this amazed since the first day I met you.” Takeshi swallowed, laughing when his hand jolted out to yours far less cautiously than he felt he should have when you took it quite anxiously with a grin. “Then it’s a pleasure to meet you,” Even if he was looking his true love in the eyes in a swollen- glowing glory. He somehow couldn’t have been more proud.

Kyoya Hibari: Call it a surprise attack, but Kyoya saw it coming from a mile away before you ever did. Some assassin, true, he had every right to be victorious and mock your skills in a snorting scoff, but he stood and watched the smoke clear like an onlooking guest to the tragic failure of your skill. Your reflexes were too slow, and your eyesight must have been the dullest attribute there was to your personality when he watched a whole new beast tear out of its shell of pink in a jaunting glare with all black fabric stretched around new curves. Your kick was instinctive striking out from the mist when he saw it coming out of the blue and stepped just out of reach daringly in a sharp , prideful gasp, and you just smirked in the view of his own stare. It wasn’t awe, but he was intrigued with what he saw. Either your tastes had improved or he was just generous with the gifts he gave to such a soul that was dark yet fascinating. He didn’t fall for you- maybe you begged him, but you wore the things he enjoyed the most- hiding his expression of joy under layers of jarring fierceness the way you did when you saw him so youthful and snobby once again. “You just never change, Kyoya.” You hummed playfully when you leaned close to the wall- your eyes rolling as he drew his weapons against you boldly like it never mattered who you were. Every fight was the first fight, and it never ceased to be so much fun. “Is that any way to treat your wife?” “Call yourself whatever you want,” He scoffed when there was no hesitation to draw his tonfas on you. “You’re a terrible liar.” “Bring it on.”

Mukuro Rokudo: Never was he going to attend such an event- lurking by the corners of the room where the only one who could see him was the one who exchanged his fair glances. The only one who had a soul as tender and playful as his own when you toasted your glass alone and sat like a wallflower just playing for his attention every chance you got to lick those lips and tempt Mukuro in for more. He was hard to get; Mukuro Rokudo enjoying your company was keeping his distance for so long until the moment was spoiled all at once with the screech of a childish plea splaying out from the staircase wildly with the call of the others that caused you to whirl around, but never move an inch out of place. Your arms stretched out front of you anxiously with the tumble of the massive weapon over your head, but it did nothing to stop it from swallowing your body and, in one massive blast, send you away into a time which didn’t matter to the man chasing your steps in awe. He wasn’t supposed to care so much when he saw what he expected to be standing there with a taller form- a smile that came and went as you explored your surroundings in the blur of astonished faces gazing in on your sudden appearance while the only familiar face stood out in a younger chuckle that you recognized in a sigh. “Mukuro, babe, illusions are so unkind nowadays.” You laughed at him, his brow raising as you strode forward to lay a hand on his youthful shoulder when he stood up to your touch in a stiffening click of his tongue. “They don’t fool me anymore.” “Keep calling me babe, and you’ll really fool me.” He snickered as you looked down at the ring on your finger where his eyes rested carefully with a smug breath. “Babe.”

Reborn: Lambo had made a lot of mistakes, but this was not one of his often tragedies that Reborn had witnessed with his greatness that fell apart when he tore closer toward you. His arms rushing to caress the body of the one who fell loosely from his grasp nearly to the floor where he captured you tightly in a grunt. You were heavy. Pregnant, he could see, and his mind swerved like a truck into traffic just because he remembered every little moment between you. The flirting from day one- the kiss, the night when things were too heavy to ever regret as his eyes bulged a bit and he helped you to your feet. “Are you all right?” He asked with concern, his legs trembling when they longed to know the truth of your state. Was it his- were you? His mind rolled over its own thoughts, sparking when you chewed your lip curiously over the man you saw before you with such difference from what you now knew. “Reborn?” You spoke like you never before saw him this way. Still so handsome yet refined like never before when he stood to hold your arm closely and gaze into your eyes the way he used to. His grasp never once letting go as he laughed sweetly just to embrace the woman he loved when things happened the way he could only dream of. The way he hoped when he always left a ring at home in fear that it would never end the way he dreamed. “Look at you!” He called aloud with such joy. His voice ringing out while his hand clapped down softly against your stretched stomach as you blushed a bit from his reaction. “You’re so…big, and beautiful-” “You’re so outrageous.”

Colonello: You had to stop taunting him with your gorgeous self and attitude that razored his breaths short so diabolically. Your narrow stares were ice cold, but your skin was warmer than a brilliance of his flame trying to catch your attention so ruggedly with a charm he held just for his little crush watching him from across the training field because he knew he looked damn fine working out. He could tell by your expression, when you bit your lip, the smile you sent his way just as the sun was obstructed from your skin and the shadow crossing your back closed in with the sound of your gasp as audible as the blast that sent Colonello rushing over to see the damage done by a weapon he knew well. “Hey-” He called out loudly, body standing near to the push of pink mist wafting around his calves as you showed up with arms thrown out around him hurriedly as though the future you couldn’t stop yourself from attacking him yet again with the affection you always felt. You were still too enthusiastic now- clinging to his neck as Colonello nearly fell back with the shock of having you wrapped around his body so tight. “Hey to you too, handsome!” Your voice spoke to him sweetly. Your touch feathered back on his neck no matter how young he was and no matter if it were the past or present- you loved Colonello at any age or look that just set him off like a bombshell. “Look at that cute face; you still look so young and sexy.” He hummed with laughter. “I’d say you’re still as perfect as ever.” Your hand pressed to your chest where he saw that ring stretched around your finger wonderfully. “Still as smooth as ever, I see.”