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insanescriptist

I try to like Tsuna and I do pity him

But every time I read a outside pov or Xanxus fic and Tsuna is just here, naive and clueless and not wanting to undertand while begin in the very position to stop Timoteo and Iemitsu for hurting people

I hate him, he never changes either

Ultimately Tsuna's entire character is best summarized as 'does things for his friends, not himself or for organizations.'

Tsuna however having been friendless for most of his life and at the very bottom of the hierarchy and used to it there... doesn't really have the social experience to see the levers in meetings, much less politics.

Despite the whole. Hyper Intuition.

But its Intuition. Not Understanding.

Understanding takes knowledge and experience.

Tsuna's ultimately a teenage boy, who grew up a friendless loser and would rather not fight and is distressed at the idea of being a Mafia Don?

Yeah, he's in position to do things. Has the authority, theoretically.

But he doesn't have the power to actually do it, because he doesn't have the knowledge or motivation to seek it out, much less use it.

Especially not as a loser teenage boy, which is still how he perceives himself.

khr-gilded-cage

He SHOULD be powerful, but he is so...passive

insanescriptist

Hi there!

What Tsuna did that you consider bad? Like you mentioned nearly killed Squalo by using him as bait ans Lambo spring

Just wanna know

I have mixed feelings

Ultimately Tsuna's crime is choosing to Do Nothing, unless he's forced to by circumstances to Do Something.

This is always Tsuna's crime of choice.

As for the Squalo-bait comment...

Squalo and Xanxus are both heavily injured in the last arc of the manga, because they, along with Dino, Mukuro and Byakuran are delaying for time against the Vindice.

Xanxus gets his arm ripped off and incurs some slash damage to both legs.

Squalo... gets an arm shoved through his chest. Which is lethal, unless you have someone like Mammon on hand to tell the world no.

Byakuran gets a gut wound.

And since it comes to a fight instead of words, you can imagine that they weren't told the reason of how/why to delay. For reasons of drama in the manga, to build Bermuda up as Big Bad. If they can't beat Jeager, how are they going to beat Bermuda sort of drama.

I'm not sure what you mean by Lambo spring? Beyond the uh. Ethical dubiousness of a child of seven or younger fighting as if an adult?

But yeah.

Tsuna theoretically could get another Lightning as a stand in -we know the Vongola has more- until Lambo's older.

But he doesn't, so Lambo is fighting battles he's ultimately too young for.

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13503743/5/Flames-and-Magic

When Tsuna was twelve and had been enrolled in Mahoutokoro's magical day program for several years, Nana was deemed mentally well enough to come back to Japan to live with them; this whole time she'd spent overseas in a special hospital that specialized in magical mental healing had done the woman good. She'd responded well to the extended therapy and treatment, and had regular appointments scheduled with a local mind healer she'd have to attend for some years yet, but Tsuna was looking forwards to seeing her mother again. Everyone else had opted to scatter, though they remained pretty close as a silent show of support, just... not really in sight. Harry had gone to pick Nana up, and they would be Flooing back through the fireplace in the main foyer, so Tsuna was fidgeting in her day dress and sandals around the room as she waited. It had been a long time since she'd seen Nana, long enough that she struggled to remember exactly what her mother looked like. Instead, the young heiress had struggled with memories of her pleas for help with school being ignored, or how unnerving the woman's obsession with Tsuna's absent father was. Harry had told her, that it wasn't really Nana's fault, how they'd found that somebody had broken her mother's mind and hadn't put her back together right. It had still taken years for her to learn how to move past the hurt. So now she was waiting to see if mentally knowing that it had been out of both her and Nana's control would be enough to have the emotional knowing kick in, too. The fireplace flared green long before she was ready, but she'd been training as an heiress, so she straightened her spine and school her facial expression into something more befitting of her station. Of course, it all came crumbling down the second her mother stepped into Blackfeather Castle and met her gaze; Tsuna burst into overwhelmed tears, reaching for the mother she had silently been missing, and then they were hugging each other tight.

#katekyo hitman reborn #fic rec #harry potter #mental illness

Yuno really focus on Nana?

I like writing her, the useless brat Guardians are not half interesting (Mukuro and Kyoya not included)

He trapped in that Sawada Household surronded by stupid boys and and his 'tutor' and Sawada Nana

Nana is the hardest to deal with obviously, he just hates the rest and ignores them

He refuses to go Namimori High (Iemitsu tried, Reborn tried, the worthless Guardians tried. He politely pointed out his school is in Karakura and he's NOT pretending this is his home. He threatened to call the police and or tell everyone Nana kidnapped him)

Yuno needs Nana physically better and mentally sound, so he's playing a HARSH caretaker so she stops fainting and having mental breakdowns. Fully planning to abandon her and tells her so that he WILL leave.

At first she has with no Will and fainting and anorexic and tired

Then happy because 'her son was home and will stay forever' and all wanting to play house and wait Iemitsu

Then nearly having a psycotic break by Yuno's hostile refusal and denial of his birth identify or home

After the kidnapping, he is stuck with the crazy nearly-dead Nana and forcing her to face reality

Nana still trying, to seek confort and love and mother Yuno and welcome his friends...

Sometimes trying to use Yuno to 'show off' to neightbors that she isn’t insane...he cut that shit off

She gets better physically with Yuno's food and sleeping, but she even sadder now he is so hostile

"My mom is dead" is a common phrase around the household now. Its shatters their delusions.

His name is another mess. Yuno hates the names of Tsunayoshi and no matter how much Nana begs and clings to him, he is firmly he's Kurosaki Yuno.

Nana calling herself Maman and hug Yuno and cook...Yuno is very loud about Masaki and how she's his only mom and Nana isn’t getting a single chance of mothering him

Yuno treats her like a immature child because she's like one, denying her condition and obssessed with play house and waiting for Iemitsu

Nana is forced to stay in her room most of time because she keep trying to cook and walk and Yuno is so tired of begin a caretaker of a woman that denies her condition, is obssessed with her awful husband coming home and is hysterical about him abandoning her or not begin real

He still cooks for her and himself, but in a cold hostile way that makes Nana cry

She is both better and worse, and she's so complex

The household is constantly full of screaming and cold silence, the Guardians trying to invade and spend time with Yuno gets called out sharply, Yuno is having none of their bullshit! He did not care about any of them!

The forced training by Reborn mean Yuno is strong enough to beat his pathetic brat Guardians to the ground every time they gang up on him or try to force him to babysit or drag him around.

Yuno pretty much ignores they whinning and chaotic messes, let them all die for all he cared.

Nana searching out and trying to seek and touch Yuno and 'mother' him gets a hostile reaction.

Any variation of the name Sawada Tsunayoshi gets him screaming at everyone at the top of his lungs that his name is Kurosaki Yuno.

Much to Nana's continued grief. She is confused since she didn’t know of Mafia.

She still defiant that Yuno is her Tsu-chan, needs to stay forever and wait Iemitsu to come home so they can be a happy family.

Nana is scared he will leave her if she let him out of her sight and Yuno is blunt that he will abandon her for his adopt family, so she is constantly crying and trying to mother him

Nana insists he will abandon her 'like Iemitsu' and Yuno was furious at the comparision

Once she gets better, Nana tries to be a adult and scold him about his behavior...she gets called out that she's immature woman that ISN’T his mom and her shitty husband kidnapped Yuno

Yuno is loud about his hatred of them all, that he has a much better family and his HOME is Karakura

Nobody pays her attention to her as a hostage because Yuno pretty much makes her sob hysterically every day and yells at her...be still cares for her in a odd way

She is sad and seeking happiness, but he won't allow it because her happiness is her fake dollhouse and Iemitsu coming home and her 'Tsu-chan' begin used to get it.

Sawada Nana is the only one he feel kinda of responsable for and she's impossible to deal with.

Iemitsu is more interessed on the new Vongola Heir and the Ring Battles, so he didn't see Nana either (good. Yuno did not want him near anyone. Its good he's absent. Even if the criminal bum will try to play doting father now he is useful. Ha! As if Yuno would accept begin Iemitsu's son when Isshin is right here).

Is a contrast, because she looks healthier and better than in years, but its so sad because her son will abandon her again and refuses to play house.

"My Tsu-chan can't leave me." Nana sobbed, sitting sadly inthe couch. "I don't my child to be taken from me."

Yuno didn't blinked. "I will. Because you are obssessed with Iemitsu and I am adopt. Leave me alone."

Nana is mostly forced to stay in her room, just sleep and eat the whole time because Yuno is tired and annoyed at her.

(She wants too cook and clean, plans for Iemitsu's homecoming and mother Yuno and play host to his friends. And refuses to let him be alone and leave. All while barely walking without support. Yuno makes her stop.)

(She gets mental breakdowns and shaking her small frame and just mentally out of it every time he refuses to be her little Tsu-chan and Yuno is damn done with this sick woman and her sick state and delusions)

She will not die, will be forced to confront reality and stay away from Iemitsu

#anon #kurosaki yuno #i love writing nana

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12589171/1/Choice

"Oh, no, Reborn, I'm just getting started," his voice hisses, a snarl at the end that startles everyone. "Let's continue, shall we? Little Lambo-kun who's only here because his Family didn't want him and you told them you'd take him off their hands. And Chrome? She's here for Mukuro, not me, just a chance to bring Mukuro out of Vindicare. Storm, Rain, Cloud, Sun, Lightning, and Mist, all of them here, but not for Me." Tsuna dragged his eyes up to the sky, and a blank, bitter smile curled his lips as he stared.

"Dino-Niisan came when you called, because you were his Tutor first, Reborn," he whispers lowly. "Shamal-san came to repay you a favor, too. The Varia came for the rings, for Vongola, not for me, they honestly couldn't give a single damn about some pathetic teen from no-name Namimori. Iemitsu came for Vongola as well, because he'll always put that first, put them before blood and marriage and children. And you, Reborn?" He looked down again slowly, eyes latching onto the black eyes of his silent Tutor.

"You came because you're being paid, to be here. You don't give a damn about me, either. I'm just one more challenge you're using to distract yourself from the fact that you've been Cursed. I'm a distraction, a toy, and, when your contract is done, you'll be gone until you feel like calling in the 'debt' I'll owe you. And, if you hadn't been contracted, you wouldn't even know who I was. Just another stupid, little Civilian, and a particularly pathetic one, at that." Tsuna spread his arms and gestured at the silent, staring people, smile wretched and bitter and as emptyemptyempty as his eyes.

"All these people, and not a single one of them is here for me. Not one of them is here because they chose me. No. My so-called Guardians? You Chose them for me, Reborn. Not one of them chose Me, but, guess what?" That horrible smile spread, and the orange eyes grew colder, darker, cracking at the seems.

"I didn't choose them, either," he hisses, bitterness and twisted relief and hollow, hollow grief in his voice. "I didn't get a choice. You picked them, and, for what? Their strong Flames? The way they look vaguely like the Primo's Guardians? Well, guess what? I. Am. Not. Primo!" He snarled. "Loud, angry Gokudera, so eager to prove himself but just as quick to ignore everyone else, quick tempered and desperate for approval he knows he doesn't get, I don't choose you!Cheerful, ignorant Yamamoto, who has never once attempted to stop my bullies, so quick to laugh it off and turn his back and hit the ball so they won't leave him all alone like poor Dame-Tsuna, I don't choose you!" There is a wavering Flame growing on Tsuna's head, his fists are clenched, his eyes closed as his voice raises to a shout, the orange Sky Flames growing wrong. Dark and blistering and almost too-fragile as he shouts at them.

"Violent, cruel Hibari, quick to hurt and just as quick to leave you abandoned to 'fend for yourself', so ready to deem everyone around him as weak little herbivores, I don't chose you! Ryohei, so eager to fight and just as eager to ignore everyone who isn't your little sister, so ignorant of your words and actions that you don't even notice when you've joined in on the bullying and hurting and cruelty, I don't choose you! Lambo, to young and weak and cruel and childish to even care, only here for my mother and never for me, I don't choose you! Chrome, only here because it helps Murkuro, who wouldn't even care if I died in front of her if it got her her precious Mukuro faster, I don't choose you! I don't choose any of you! I never did, and I never will!" Tears are sliding down his face, and, as he opens his dark, burnt orange eyes and smiles, it's a broken, dead thing that matches his eyes perfectly.

"I choose me. I choose me because, no matter how hard I try, no matter how much I wish or beg or bleed or fight, no one else WILL. So, I will," he whispered fiercely, and there is a sound that isn't a sound, something the flows through the air and touches everyones Flames and makes the hair on the back of their necks all rise. A feeling, a sound, ominous and horrifying and leaving a soul-deep anguish in it's wake.

It's like shattering glass, like something precious breaking beyond repair, beyond forgiveness.

Tsuna's eyes and flames go black.

"I choose me," he whispers hoarsely, an agony in his rictus of a smile as dull black flames dance on his forehead, his eyes the dull, dark gray of ashes.

"Ts-Tsuna?" Yamamoto whispers, face white and a single hand curling almost protectively to his chest.

"He's gone into Discord," Shamal breathes, horrified, on the sideline, and no one moves, no one even breathes, as the once warm, kind teen goes cold and empty and wretched before them. Those black-flames die down to nothing, dull, emptyemptyempty eyes a dark brown instead of their usual tawny staring at them all, and it's like looking into the eyes of a corpse. Those eyes drift slowly, painfully, up to the sky once more, tears continuing to fall down his cheeks and his ghastly smile still held in place, as if it was glued that way.

"Isn't an empty sky the worse thing you can imagine?" He breathed blankly; one of his arms moves behind him and under his shirt. He lowers his eyes again, still smiling.

#katekyo hitman reborn #fic rec

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13418997/11/

"Get the boss out of here!" Ganauche shouted, raising his gun and started to fire. He might as well not have bothered. The bullets practically stopped moving after entering Kiritsugu's area of influence. The Hitman retaliated by raising his own gun and returning fire.

Ganauche panicked, and used as much Thunder Flames as his current ring could generate in order to form an electromagnetic barrier to stop the bullet, only for the Rain Flames on Kiritsugu's shot to punch a hole in the shield before slamming into Ganauche's shoulder.

As the Thunder Guardian's body hit the ground, a thin cord grappled onto his leg, ice rapidly spreading out from it as it glowed a pale white and blue.

Not giving up yet, Ganauche tried to pull his gun around for a final shot, but the cord got his gun too and the ice encased it in moments.

Kiritsugu aimed his gun at the retreating forms of Timoteo and Coyote, Coyote helping to support their boss as he struggled to make an escape, before pulling the trigger. Ganauche's heart jumped up into his throat as the bullet flashed through the air, only for it to pass straight through them. A mist illusion.

Hidden in a mist shroud, the real Timoteo and what remained of his able Guardians were trying to make it into the grape field, towards an emergency access hatch that lead to a bunker hopefully strong enough to last them until help arrived.

"Hurry sir. My illusion won't distract them for long." Croquant said as they moved as fast as Timoteo's legs would allow, his hand gripping his walking cane weapon tightly as he struggled to gather enough Dying Will Flames to help him keep running.

However, as they made it to the hatch, Timoteo's flames wilted as their hopes were dashed. The entire door was encased in a five foot thick layer of ice.

"Get down!" Coyote shouted, pushing his boss out of the way as cords that had gone unseen till that moment shot up out of the ground all around them. Coyote used his Storm Flames to burn away the cords, but Croquant wasn't so lucky. His leg was caught and he was dragged away into the dark of the night, screaming as ice spread across his body. "Do you think you are going to get away with this, Emiya!?" Coyote shouted into the night, his words drowned out by the heavy rain. "After what you did here today, you and your family will never be allowed a moment of rest!"

His only response was a bullet that slammed into the side of his face, passing through one cheek and out the other, as it smashed his false teeth into pieces.

"Coyote!" Timoteo shouted as his old friend fell to the ground, clutching at his ruined face. Another two shots came, hitting the downed man's arms, rendering them useless.

He then turned in the direction that the bullets had come from, raising his cane, glowing with the Flames of the Sky in order to somewhat reveal the figure in the darkness.

Before the Ninth could act, the bullet struck his fingers, blasting the middle one off and forcing him to let go of his cane. A second bullet hit the cane itself as it was still falling from Timoteo's hand, sending it spinning through the air into the shadows of the grape vines. Then a third bullet entered into his knee, sending him falling to the ground.

As Timoteo lay there on the ground, Kiritsugu came straight up to him and put his gun to the man's forehead. "Considering that we caught you running, I'm guessing you know why we are here." Kiritsugu said, his voice betraying just how livid he was, though the rain matting his hair to his head made him look like her was more mournful than usual.

"You were waiting for us? How?" Timoteo said in disbelief.

"We borrowed a military jet. More than three times faster than commercial planes. We've been waiting for you to arrive for three hours." Irisviel said as she came out as well. The white haired woman seemed to glow in the dark, even through the rain as she approached, her arms crossed under the chest. The threads which she used to carry her Flames shifted about her slowly as they tested the air, searching for any others who might be hiding nearby. "Because you were so slow, we are going to miss having breakfast with our children." She smiled, but her ruby eyes were as cold as Kiritsugu's black one's.

"Regardless of what you do here, it won't change anything." Timoteo said. "You should know that I don't have the power to safely remove the seal."

"...She was five years old." Kiritsugu growled. "She was barely five years old, and you crippled her, you son of a bitch. How could you?"

"...If she had been born a few years earlier, or a few years later, she would have been a blessing to the Famiglia, a child with so much raw potential. But because of when she was born, she instead represented a threat to the Vongola Famiglia. When I first saw her, I could only think that she would turn out just like my mother. That she would cause a power struggle that would tear the Vongola apart." Timoteo said before pausing. "...That was the reason I decided to fulfill Iemitsu's request to seal his daughter's flames."

"Iemitsu's request?" Irisviel said, seeming dumbstruck. Kiritsugu also tensed up, though Timoteo saw in the man's eyes that he had his suspicions.

"Iemitsu enjoyed having his holiday home away from the Mafia World, with his small house and pretty wife. A flame active daughter was a threat to that happiness he had stashed away for himself. So he asked me to seal the girl's flame, so that she wouldn't cause problems for him. I suppose we should just be glad he didn't arrange for an 'accident' to happen instead." Timoteo said, as if it was unrelated to him.

The crimson Flames of the Storm lit up on Kiritsugu's ring, as he glared down at the old man. "Do you think that throwing Iemitsu under the bus will somehow change what you did?"

"What I did, I did for Vongola." Timoteo said, closing his eyes and lowering his head.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't blow your brains out." Kiritsugu asked.

"You won't kill me. You haven't killed anyone yet tonight, and not because you couldn't. You don't want to do anything that would release us from our end of the contract." Timoteo said with an unusual amount of certainty, considering the situation he found himself in. "Besides, if I die, then the power vacuum left by my passing will cost the lives of hundreds of others. I know that is the last thing you want."

Kiritsugu glared at the man, but slowly began to lower his gun.

*BANG!*

Timoteo let out a gasp of surprise as alarm bells went blaring off in his head. The crimson bullet, charged with the disintegrating properties of the Storm Flame, was fired right between the old man's legs, burning away his manhood.

If Timoteo was in pain before, now he was going into complete shock as his hands moved towards the bleeding hole between his legs.

"I will allow Reborn to stay to try to undo what you did, but if you or anyone who works for you enters Namimori ever again, I will hunt you down and finish what I started here tonight. And pass the message on to Iemitsu that the same applies to him. If I ever see him again, he dies." Kiritsugu said coldly as he turned and walked away, his wife falling in tow beside him, humming to herself until the two disappeared into the stormy night, leaving the man a little less than a man.

#katekyo hitman reborn #fic rec #fate stay night

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12435244/3/

Tsunami Sawada knew there was something terribly wrong with her mother. It wasn't something she could explain, but it was as if there was something missing in her mother's mind. It started innocently enough, with Nana cutting her daughter's hair. Tsuna didn't overly mind the short hair style...until she started picking up a strange change in behavior that told her she needed to run. Iemitsu, a man she would never call "father", had wanted a son. And with her short hair, she looked more like a boy than ever especially with her being something of a tomboy to begin with. But Nana began to forget she had given birth to a daughter, not the son he had wanted. And Tsuna knew she needed to leave this house now, before something terrible happened. A kidnapping provided the perfect opportunity. She was nowhere near Namimori and it would take some time for anyone to find her and bring her home. Which meant she could be free. Free to live her life, even if it meant leaving her mother behind. It wasn't like she had much tying her to Namimori besides her mother, and the woman was slowly losing herself in the fantasy she had created with her child. Nami refused to be stuck in the role of a boy simply because Iemitsu had wanted one. Tsuna was not an idiot. Instead she followed her heart and her instincts. It allowed her to grab a ticket she saw on the counter and run far far away. Three days before Iemitsu finally got solid information on his missing daughter and made a raid. It would be nine years before he sees his daughter again...and she had changed from the girl he remembered.

#katekyo hitman reborn #fic rec #missing!tsuna

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41504718/chapters/104089557

That loneliness was probably what prompted him to actually attend the shady meeting he’d been invited to. Ichigo Kurosaki you are formally invited to the gathering of the Seven Strongest. The only other thing written on the plain white card was an address and a date. It was by far the most shady thing Ichigo had ever scene and had him calling up Urahara before he could think better of it. ‘All it says is the Seven Strongest?” Kisuke’s voice filters through the phone as Ichigo sets about making himself a late dinner. His host family was already asleep and Ichigo knows himself well enough to know he won't be able to go to sleep knowing someone was in his room. Not that breaking in was a hard thing to do (his host family didn't really have much in the way of home security) but it was the principle of the matter. “Yeah, along with an address and date.” “Looks like six months is the longest you can go without finding trouble. I’ll look into it and see what I can find Ichigo-kun.” That was another new change that Ichigo found himself happy about. After one to many sleepless nights Ichigo had started sending pictures and random texts to Urahara. The man didn’t always respond at first but after about a month of Ichigo stubbornly refusing to stop, Kiskue had started sending him random pictures and texts as well. Ichigo couldn’t help the warm smile that tugged at his lips hearing his name coming from the other. “I assume you’ll be attending the meeting?” “Probably.” Ichigo would admit to being incredibly bored. The easy peace was relaxing and nice but after a year of none stop action he found himself bored out of his mind with nothing but school work to do. Kisuke just hummed distractedly, he was probably running another experiment. Ichigo didn’t interrupt his thinking just continued cooking in silence. ‘Ah, its late over there for you isn’t it? Get some rest, you shouldn’t head into any new trouble on no sleep Ichigo-san.” “Hm, night Kisuke.” Ichigo heard Kisuke choke and abruptly realized it was the first time he’d called him by his first name instead of Hat n’ Clogs. He hung up before the other could interrogate him or more likely get caught up in some weird guilty feelings. Kiskue had the biggest guilt complex Ichigo had ever scene and he was not dealing with it so late at night.

#katekyo hitman reborn #fic rec #bleach #sky Arcobaleno

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12474994/1/Regalo-Felice

But Tsunayoshi was proving to be his own brand of troublesome. It wasn't that he wasn't open to the idea of having a wife, it's the picking they ran into trouble with. Don Carlos's daughter was too flighty, Dona Velasquez' granddaughter was too dull, and Don Roberto's youngest was… well, her reputation as a loose woman was well-known and there was no way that the Vongola would accept a harlot as its Donna. The problem was that there was a lack of women strong enough to stand beside the Decimo. They needed someone strong, independent, brilliant with a spark of leadership, and warm and nurturing enough to withstand the darkness of the Mafia.

#katekyo hitman reborn #fic rec #arcana famiglia #marriage

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34050385?show_comments=true&view_full_work=true#comment_1261563581

No plan of action is decided on that day. Not that Skull is aware of at least. At some point, night falls and Skull goes to bed. He’s exhausted and sugar only carries you so far. [And if he cries himself to sleep — cries for the lives lost in the Battle of Hogwarts, cries for Teddy who will never know how kind and brave his parents were, cries for George who has lost his twin, cries for Snape who never got a fair hand and was never fair in return, cries for the boy who sacrificed himself to save his people, his world, cries for the masked man who has made that same sacrifice time and time again, cries for the sacrifice he was prepared to make and the one he wasn’t — well. The storm outside is loud enough to drown out any noise he makes.] If Skull has any dreams that night, he doesn’t remember them once he wakes.

#katekyo hitman reborn #fic rec #Harry potter

https://archiveofourown.org/chapters/66691015?show_comments=true&view_full_work=false#comment_1261448906

It’s not the first time Skull has been approached by a mafia family hoping to have the so-called weakest Arcobaleno under their thumb. Every time, Skull beats them down, uninterested in getting involved with any group so needlessly cruel. Really, he doesn’t know where people get the idea that weakest Arcobaleno means weaker than everyone else too. It’s embarrassing. The only reason he doesn’t do the same to the Carcassa Family is because they’re the least reprehensible out of all of the other groups who have tried to capture him. They don’t try to force him; instead, they pander. It’s annoying, similar to the Fire Nation nobles who clawed at his robes trying to win his favor, but it’s nothing Skull can’t handle. At the very least, this Family knows they’re no match for him, which makes interacting with them easy. “I’ve decided!” Skull declares. “I will join your Family on two conditions!” Jean, accompanying him as they often do these days, looks alarmed and they begin to hiss questions at him. He pretends not to hear, even though they’re standing right next to him. This is why he didn’t run this by them. “Oh? Tell me your conditions,” the Don says, eyes light with greed and hunger—and triumph. He holds up a finger. “Number one! Jean must be allowed to come with me!” “That can be done.” He holds up another finger, grinning widely at the man. “Number two! I must be allowed to do whatever I want!” The Don stammers at that. “B-but, that, um, Sir Arcobaleno—” Skull makes a face. “Ew, don’t call me that. I am the Great Skull and I will be addressed by the proper title!” He sets his hands on his hips sternly. “Great Lord Skull,” the man babbles, “surely you don’t mean whatever—” “Oh, don’t worry, don’t worry!” He laughs loudly, throwing his head back. “I won’t do anything to harm the Family! I just want to be able to go wherever I want to go, whenever I want to go! You guys are so nice to me, that won’t be a problem, right?” His grin widens, a touch too sharp for a usually lax character. The Don pales. “Yes, yes! Of course, Great Lord Skull! We would love to let you join the Family, of course!” Skull bounds up to him and grabs his hands, shaking them widely. “Awesome! From now on, the Great Skull is your subordinate! Call Jean if you ever need anything from me!” “Skull, don’t just offer my number to a mafia boss!” Jean roars, grabbing his ear and tugging him back. “And we’re not joining their Family!” “Why not?” he whines. “They’re nice people! Nice-ish. Totally better than all those other guys, and if we join a Family, maybe we’ll finally get those guys off our backs too! It’s full-proof!” He flashes a confident, toothy grin their way, then yelps as they tug harder on his ear. “Fucking idiot,” they growl. “Excuse us. We’ll be back tomorrow to figure this out.” Without any of the due respect they should give a mafia boss—as cowardly and unknown as the man is—they march out of the room, dragging Skull along with them.

#katekyo hitman reborn #fic rec #avatar the last airbender

https://archiveofourown.org/chapters/66691015?show_comments=true&view_full_work=false#comment_1261448906

The truth is, Zuko knows about Flames, or at least, he has as much knowledge as he can have about the fire that sometimes erupts from him whenever he calls for it. He was six when he found out about them. Six, and already out on the streets. Even with a lifetime of experience behind him, it wasn’t easy to survive, especially in this new world. He should have died, and would have, had it not been for a subconscious calling for his firebending, for fire—and the next thing he knew, he was okay. His injury had healed, his blood no longer flowing freely out of his body. At the time he thought, Huh. I thought Katara was the healer. He learns later that his fire isn’t firebending, and comes with extra abilities. It didn’t take much more maneuvering to make the fire work like firebending. By the time he was ten years old, he was using his fire like he was Fire Lord Zuko again, with some added abilities on top of it. Azula would be so mad. When he creates Skull, he decides to make a distinction. ‘Skull’ doesn’t know anything about fire, or firebending, or how to turn fire into firebending. Skull has never been formally introduced to the concept of fire made from nothing. As far as he’s concerned, sometimes things just multiply around him without any conscious effort, and most of his injuries heal before he even notices them. Skull is very good at using his fire without noticing or thinking about it.)

#katekyo hitman reborn #fic rec #avatar the last airbender

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23965657

“We may be mafioso,” Tsuna said softly, every eye in the room focused on him, “but we are not monsters. It is our duty to protect those in our care, no matter who they are or what job they do." Not long after taking over from the Ninth, Tsuna struggles with not being respected by other Dons. He and Natsu come up with a plan and find the perfect target in a young Don with Stupid ideas.

#khr #fic rec

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"Kurosaki?" Nana looked up from her soup. "Is that the name you are using, Tsu-chan?"

Yuno grew furious. "Its my name, Nana. I was adopted and no longer your son." He hissed in anger.

Nana panicked. "You always be my darling baby-"

"No, I am not. I dislike both you and your husband. You lost me again. Your own fault this time."

For loving Iemitsu, for disrespecting his family and identity. For pretending they aren't a broken family.

For all the kidnapping was awful to Nana, its was a good thing to Yuno. To be far away from those two delusional assholes.

And she still refuses to acknowledge her husband's abuse and her own state.

Her relief at his 'homecoming' pissed him off. It wasn’t a happy family reunion.

Nana will survive and get better, so Yuno can force her to confront reality until she stops fainting or having psycotic breaks. Then he can abandon her.

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"Nana." Yuno said tiredly. "Why are you cooking at this early."

Nana smiled happily. "I already told you to call me Maman, Tsu-chan." Her small figure was shaking and Yuno was annoyed.

She woke up to make breakfeast for her darling baby and wait for Iemitsu to come home.

"And I already told you my name is Yuno, ma'am." He replied coldly. "I have a mom. You aren't her. Never will be."

Nana's smile fell, she looked devasted. "Ara, I-"

"You said you didn't wanted to be selfish and replace my mom Masaki." He snapped. "So deal with the fact I was adopted, prefer my adopt family and want nothing with you. I won't accept ny birth name, I won't live with you, I will never be Tsunayoshi. Never."

Nana looked down, sadly. "I just wanted my family back." She sobbed. "I want my baby boy and my beloved husband home with me."

"Your family sucks." He replied. "Mine is much better."

"Tsu-chan can't leave me." She cried out. "Please, I-"

"Watch me." He wasn't playing caretaker doting son to this crazy woman. She will live, far away from Vongola or Yuno.

Nana fell to her knees, she looked broken, so frail and small. "T-Tsu-chan! My little baby! I want my son!"

Yuno sighed. "You need to stop this." He said. "I have a life and a family, Nana. I am not abandoning them for you. I can't just stop my life to play happy familie with you. I don't want to take care of you. You are annoying."

Nana is clingly and annoying and a liability to control him, he hated her in a way.

Yuno didn't wanted her to die, but he wasn't play along with her delusions either.

"You need to get better mentally and physically and face realiaty so I can leave and never see you again." He said bluntly like always. "I don't want to stay near you, Nana. Leave me alone."

"But I want to care for my Tsu-chan!" Nana cried, eyes full of tears. "I want to cook and care for my darling baby and-"

"No, Nana." He cut off. "I was adopted. I have a mom and a dad and a family. So stop trying to kidnap me. Your family is awful, I don't want it."

"I am sorry, I just wanted to make my Tsu-chan feel welcome." Nana looked hurt. And ready to faint again.

He hated having to take care of such stupid delusional woman.

Yuno was furious. "You just giving me trouble by working in your condition. You are so annoying, Nana. Glad I wasn't raised by such a useless woman."

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Yuno barely talks to anyone in the household, useless is to yell at them for their attempts tp force a friendship or invade his space

They don't know nearly nothing about the Kurosaki, because Yuno only tells then how much better than the Sawada they are.

Much to Nana's despair and sadness as her Tsu-chan tells everyone he fully planned to leave Namimori and Nana to stay with his adopt family, no matter how much she cried and tried to cook for him.

Or tried to hig and ah confort him, he pushed her away with a firmly 'no'.

Most dinners with his so-called Famiglia involved Nana screaming in despair at 'Tsu-chan' to don't abandon his Mama and Yuno screaming back that his mother is dead and Nana is nothing but a crazy woman that don't deserve kids!

She is a adult, get a divorce! Get friends and a life!

Then Nana begging and crying for her family and Yuno having to snap her out of it and force her to face the truth without fainting or having a mental breakdown and he's so tired of this insane woman and her delusions and awful physical state.

"I am dragging you to a doctor, you get better, so I can leave back to my adopt family and real home in Karakura."

Nana looked ready to cry. "No, Tsuna, please-" her son can't leave her! Not ever! She wanted him home forever with Mama!

"Nana, stop begin so selfish, I have a life! A family!" He exclaimed furious. "You are a awful mom! Let me in peace!"

Nana shocked her head, she wanted her son back, her darling baby home with her, so Iemitsu will finally come home. She needed Tsu-chan back! "Tsu-chan, please." She sobbed, nearly hysterical. "Mama needs Tsu-chan home with me."

Tsu-chan will abandon her, she will be lonely again! Without her husband and baby boy? Nana can't allow it.

"I have a family! I have a home!" Yuno screamed at the crying housewife. "I won't abandon them for you, Nana. What the hell?"

Nana just cried. "I want my family too! I don't want to be alone!" She nearly stopped breathing, looking far too out of it and having another anxiety attack.

Yuno grabbed her by the shoulders and slapped her across her pale face.

Nana looked at him in surprise and hurt. "Stop. Having. Mental. Breaks. Every time I tried to be free. I am done with you delusional insanity, Nana. Done. Your selfish delusional woman! Why can't just stop begin clingly and actually want a better life?"

"I want my family! I want my baby and husband home!" She screamed.

Yuno rolled his eyes. "You want a awful husband and to kidnap your son from his loving family." He said simply. "Fuck off, crazy bitch."

"But my Tsu-chan should stay with me." Nana wailed in despair, head down. She looked tired from her place in the couch. "I want my baby home so I can care for him! You are my son! I want you home! Mama needs Tsu-chan!"

Nana looked up at him hopeful. Eyes feeble and hugging herself. She looked...frail and broken.

15 years thinking he was dead and husband ignoring and blaming her?

Yuno sighed. "No, Nana." He said finally. "I am tired of you. And your delusional insanity. You do not deserve kids."

He watched as she cried her eyes out in the floor. Good, he needs her to face reality and stop trying to kidnap him from his family, he was done with her attempts to get her happy family.

Yuno grabbed Nana's pale thin face. "Listen here, your delusional woman. You will eat and sleep, get better and leave me alone. No happy family for you."

"Tsu-chan-" Nana cried out, scared "Please-"

"Its Yuno, Nana. Masaki's son. Not yours." He said firmly. "I can't leave for a damn moment and try to be free and you nearly kills yourself? Your selfish bitch!"

Nana jeep crying. "I just my baby home! I thought you abandoned me!"

"I will abandon you because you are a selfish self-harming woman and delusional!" He screamed at her

"I won't eat until my baby is home!" Nana screamed back. "I need my son! You are my son, I am your Mama! You should stay with me!"

With that, Nana started to scream in her delusional insanity. Yuno watched her coldly. "Fuck you, crazy bitch."

Nana will survive, but won't get her delusions.

#kurosaki yuno