Milliton

23 / switch between fandoms regulory I have no control of the special intrests / idk what to put...

[milliton]

What is this plant?

[pinkskyees]

I love reading fics where Reborn stays with the gang even after Tsuna becomes boss and even like stops his freelance carreer. Like yes, good job Tsuna for domesticating the wildest animal out there, he will listen like 10% of the time but it's the best anyone has ever achieved.

[skleaves]

hey, remember that one time someone actively objected to the idea of sending the tenth generation of vongola (children) to a senseless slaughter? remember that it happened at the ring inheritance ceremony? remember that it was squalo superbi? the man who wanted them dead some time ago, but now kinda attached to bunch of stupid kids? remember how he not only reminded the ninth that there is group of professionals (varia) for dirty work, but also tried to reason with sawada that it is not a game, but a mafia war with the simon family? and there is no need to get involved when adult professionals can take care of this? i remember.

(chapter 299 and chapter 301)

[aliyme]

Nap time

idk man ;-; I tried

Also,

I wanted to say thank you guys for liking my other posts and reposting it them, can’t thank you enough and I’m sorry if I don’t know how to do somethings or trends, I’m kinda new to posting in tumblr again, so i might be a little slow

(And English is not my first language, so I’m sorry if I misspelled something )

[pinkskyees]

Chrome would be such a perfect horror game protagonist. Like her vibes and personality fit so well, and her life is already horror if we ignore the gag/shonen label.

[lostinwoods]

*Missing scenes from Cos*

Ginny: Do you perhaps think that Harry and Draco Malfoy have a thing for each other?

Tom: Who?

Ginny: Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy?

Tom: Have you told Harry about the white peacocks?

Ginny: Pea...peacocks?

Tom: Yes...Malfoys have them... a total of 50.

Tom: I once told Walburga about them and the next day her fiancee had changed from Abraxas to Orion.

[writing-prompt-s]

A lot of people don't know this, but angels are actually God's hitmen.

[skellerbvvt]

You know. It’d explain a lot if dragon eggs were this impenetrable substance that only could break down and safely release the fledgling if it was sufficiently surrounded by gold. And for centuries dragons just needed to dig down and find a gold vein in the mountains, and they’d return and return and return to the same area, up until human were like: hey, we have no actual use for this super soft inert metal, but we like it, so it’s ours now. And the dragons were then forced to go: hello! I see your capitalist nightmare society is hoarding gold because it decided it had value for no reason. We need it for actual reasons. We would like ti back now.

Humanity: We sort of based our entire value system off it? So no?

Dragons: But you aren’t using it and we need it.

Humanity: Sweet. Can you pay us for it? 

Dragons: Do you accept UNENDING FIRE TERROR as payment?

So humanity was just like: ooh noooo. The dragons just like sleeping on top of gold for no reeeeason. They stole all of it because they are just terrible and greedy. So terrible. Our gold. Oh no. We need it. For richness. Oh nooooooo. You have to save us then you can be rich too.

[bookwyrm-in-space]

@editorincreeps

[heallbeecat]

that explains EVERYTHING

[lurks-no-more]

Then dragons invented paper money, and became banks. Instead of having to carry your own heavy gold around, or have to store it safely away from robbers and thieves, you deposit it at a dragon nest, and get written bills certifying your ownership of so-and-so much gold in return. In theory, dragons will pay you back your gold if you want to withdraw it, but most people never bother; it’s far more convenient to exchange bills and promissory notes.

[thebaconsandwichofregret]

Dragon bankers is the best idea ever.

[deadcatwithaflamethrower]

I am fine with this real-life headcanon.

[aethelar]

Newt Scamander might not know a lot about a lot of things, but he knows damn well how to spot someone disguising their wings and Percival Graves is disguising his wings.

They’re black, the wings in question, tucked neatly in against his spine. Too neatly. And too black, actually; very few black feathers are so completely, flatly black - even Tina’s dark grey wings show their blue tint in the sunlight. But Percival Graves’ wings are black. Distractingly so; they don’t look quite right, don’t reflect properly under the harshly artificial light in the interrogation room. When Graves leans forwards to press his questions, his wings lean with him at the same precise angle, held in exactly the same neatly tucked position against his spine.

Newt’s own wings shuffle and fluff behind him, the mottled brown-white feathers ruffling up as he frowns in concentration. He’s not known for keeping them still, and he knows a lot of people move their wings a lot less than he does - but even so, surely the rigid control Graves is exerting over his own would be uncomfortable? Everyone’s wings move. At least a bit. The way Graves holds his, it reminds Newt of some of the soldiers back in the war, the careful, painful way they kept them stiff and unmoving when their wings were injured.

He doesn’t think Graves’ wings are injured. He also, when Graves gets frustrated with his distracted answers and leans further forward into the light, doesn’t think the way the shadows fall on his feathers is natural.

But clearly, clearly, Newt doesn’t think at all when he raises a finger in triumph at solving the puzzle. “Ah,” he says, interrupting Graves’ latest threat. “You’ve not used enough layers. It’s why your scattering’s off.”

Silence. Even Tina’s anxious fidgeting behind him cuts off.

“I beg your pardon?” Graves rumbles, something in his tone that wasn’t there before. His wings though, they don’t move, and Newt showcases yet more of his lacking self preservation by pointing at them.

“There, see,” he says. “Your illusion’s too flat, it’s stopping you from moving them. They’re dark enough that you can get away without proper shading when you hold them still, but if you moved them it’d be obvious that they aren’t real. You need more layers for the light to reflect otherwise it won’t look right.”

Graves leans back, eyebrow raised. “Clever,” he says, half to himself. “And what does a… magizoologist know about illusions?” He pronounces magizoologist carefully, delicately. It means something, the way he says it, but Newt’s always been better at reading wings than people. Tina is frighteningly still behind him, and if Graves’ gaze were any less intent Newt would turn around to check on her.

He has the sudden feeling that he’s made a mistake.

“Only some,” he says around a suddenly dry mouth. “I, uh, I use them sometimes. For my creatures. Their habitats, the environments - um.” He shrugs. His feathers are floofed up in the beginnings of alarm. He wishes for a moment that he had an illusion running on them; Graves doesn’t seem the sort of man he wants to show weakness in front of. “I don’t know much,” he finishes.

“Enough to call a lie when you see it,” Graves says, eyes falling to half lidded. There’s something almost smug in the curve of his mouth, like one of the dragons closing in on an unsuspecting prey.

Newt is suspecting. He can’t say for certain that he isn’t prey but he’s very, very suspecting. He wants, desperately, to look behind him and check on Tina because she’s been too quiet now for too long, but he can’t look away.

“I wonder,” Graves purrs. “Tell me, Newt, what other lies can you see through?”

The feeling of magic in the air is getting thicker. It presses down on Newt, trying to force his wings back in submission, and it’s only years of practice being stubborn that keep him in place.

“I don’t know what you’re asking,” he says as carefully as he can. If anything, his defiance makes the magic coil tighter around him. Horrifyingly, it seems pleased.

“No?” Graves asks. The illusion on his back flickers; for a second, his wings are huge, arched over his head and casting Newt into shadow. “How about the lie that certain magical creatures are a danger to society and must be exterminated? You’ve been quite vocal about that one in the past.” The wings flicker again; they aren’t black. Newt can’t tell what colour they are, but they aren’t black, and they aren’t neatly held against his spine. “Or the lie that muggles take priority in territory disputes? That magical society has to draw further and further back to make space for their greed - how many magical species are at risk now because of that?”

Gold, Newt thinks. Jagged, gold feathers, bleached almost white under the interrogation room lights.

Tina, he also thinks, where the fuck is Tina.

“Or the lie,” Graves says, except it isn’t Graves, there’s only one person with wings like that and it isn’t Percival Graves, “that it’s a wizard’s responsibility to hide, to sit back and do nothing when so much of the magical world depends on us, all because we’re too afraid of being seen.”

Grindelwald’s magic is heavy against his skin, holding him in place and sliding over his neck, gentle and languid and coaxing and dangerous. His pulse thunders against it. He’s pretty sure that he and Grindelwald are the only ones left in the room, and Grindelwald’s wings are curled so far towards him that Newt is almost completely encircled by the reaching feathers. His own wings, tucked in close and bristling in fear, feel small in comparison.

“You’ve such a collection in that case of yours,” Grindelwald says, two-toned stare hot and almost possessive as it flicks over Newt. “And you’re so good at seeing through society’s lies. I hardly think you’re the sort of man to sit back and do nothing, are you?”

Newt shivers. The magic around his throat doesn’t tighten, but would it, what would it do if he said no. Yes. No? Which one means - there are too many double negatives, Newt’s not sure what the right answer is, and Grindelwald’s wings and magic are too close for him to risk giving the wrong one.

“I…” He licks his lips, but that doesn’t help the way his voice stutters. Grindelwald leans forward on his elbows, indulgent, patient. His left wing trails up to Newt’s shoulder, the feathers brushing against his chin. Newt’s creatures are relying on him and if he dies here, if Grindelwald twists his magic and Newt chokes on it, then they’re as good as lost - MACUSA won’t hesitate to destroy them.

“Hm?” Grindelwald prompts.

Newt’s creatures need him. The only answer is the one that saves them.

He tilts his head back and lets his wings fall open in submission, and Grindelwald laughs.

“Such a clever little thing,” the Dark Lord calls him, and Newt closes his eyes and hopes he made the right choice.

[moyashimo]

[katzkinder]

The Vongola Estate is haunted. Literally, and figuratively. The ghosts of the past walk the halls, occupy the same spaces, forever repeating the days of the first generation. The ones who built this place.

Funnily enough, they don’t seem to be playing out any regrets. Funnily enough, every moment that isn’t theirs to know feels sweet. Tender. Silly even.

It’s uncomfortable, being confronted like this. With humanity.

***

One of the most surprising things for Tsuna was the communal bath. Apparently the first Rain held a lot of sway with Primo.

Or he was exceedingly eccentric. Tsuna’s starting to lean towards the latter contributing to the first.

Especially with what he’s seeing.

He just wanted to check it out. Instead he feels like a voyeur, watching six grown men lounge around in phantom water. Even Daemon Spade is there, sulking up to his neck.

“It’s surprising isn't it?"

“Huh?” Spade snaps out of his pouting fest (which is already weird enough, given their history) to direct his attention to Asari.

"Giotto being normal about this.” Knuckle this time, and when he flicks his hand out, casual, it splashes a few droplets Spade’s way, who shies back. Of them all, he seems to be the most… uncomfortable with the arrangement. Alaude is, of course, far away from them all, a towel dropped over his face and head sprawled back against the tiles. Tsuna’s not sure if he’s sleeping.

Spade nods, slowly, and opens his mouth to answer. It slams shut with a click when they catch the conversation Primo is having with G.

“I like being able to see your bodies are okay. Puts me at ease. There’s no hiding when you’re naked~”

“Man… I get what youre saying but don’t. Don’t put it like that.”

The apparition of Primo laughs and splashes warm water at his Storm, who dunks him in return and leaves him to come up sputtering.

“Uncalled for??”

“Don’t play in the bath. What are you, five?”

Giotto sticks his tongue out at him and settles back into the water “Hardly. A five year old wouldn’t have a dick this—“

Spade practically shrieks, standing up to scold the very first Vongola Don. “Giotto!!!”

Primo laughs, loud and free, and Tsuna nearly face plants in his haste to run before he hears any other adult jokes.

It’s so vulgar.

So… Normal.

***

Not even Reborn’s bedroom is safe. It’s attached to Tsuna’s, of course. Tsuna’s much too old to be sharing a room outright with him.

Neither of them want to think about what it means, to draw such comfort from being within easy reach of each other, or the intended use of a bedroom which holds the same basic set up of the one Tsuna’s two mists share. Granted, considering it’s a high occupancy room which often holds four people, it’s easy to ignore.

What’s not easy to ignore is this fever he’s got, the fuss it’s causing, or the apparition at his side.

Tsuna had just been in there earlier, having a carefully measured conversation with Ryohei that totally wasn’t verging on an argument over his health (He’s such a worrywart) so when he feels a hand on his forehead, checking his temperature, he doesn’t really react. Merely continues to pretend to sleep.

It’s only when a voice murmurs “Poor thing…” in an unfamiliar cadence with a very familiar tone that his eyes snap open to find Vongola Primo’s ghost hovering over him. “You must be absolutely miserable.” That phantom hand, already scarred and broken, moves to stroke his hair. “Get better soon… Once you do, we’ll go down to the beach. Make a whole day of it. Even get Elena and stuffy old Spade out there with us~ Or maybe you’d like to go some place else? Whatever you want, Ricardo… Just as long as you get well.” There’s so much pleading in that last sentence. Reborn’s chest is tight. He already knows these things can’t hear them, can’t respond, and yet he finds himself wanting to offer words of comfort to this great man who sees Secondo where Reborn now lays.

Which is new information to him. He didn’t realize they’d been so close…

"Uncle..." Especially not that close. “It’s hot. Get off the bed.”

Primo looks distressed, and it makes Reborn struggle to sit up. He shouldn’t be seeing this. “S-sorry—“ It’s when he’s about to leave that a small hand tugs at his sleeve.

"m'not telling you to leave..." a child’s voice mumbles. Secondo’s voice as a child. Secondo, who was Primo’s nephew…? Apparently? Not direct descendant? But then how. Vongola’s Hyper Intuition. It was hereditary.

Primo blinks down at him, at whoever he’s really seeing, then smiles, and it feels like having the air punched out of him. It’s a completely different feeling from Tsuna. Somehow it’s violent. “Is it alright if I go long enough to get you a fresh towel? Help you cool off.”

"M’kay."

"Be right back.” Primo leans down to kiss his nephew's forehead. It lands on Reborn's instead. “I love you.”

“Love you too, uncle.”

The next day, his fever is worse than ever.

***

Julie really doesn’t like visiting, mostly because out of every spirit he could possibly see… It’s always the one he detests the most.

It feels like a punishment.

The things he sees are cruel because they’re not.

He sees Spade praying over a heavily wounded Giotto as he lies unconscious in bed, head bowed and hands clasped, his lips moving silently.

He sees Spade wine drunk and laughing, arm around his leader for support and Giotto leaning into him with the same alcohol induced glee, two men who want to change the world giggling without a care in it.

Sleeping and then insisting he wasn’t, shouting at Alaude and needing to be separated, bending to absurd requests and putting his foot down about others…

Exchanging gifts during winter.

The center of attention on his birthday.

Gazing fondly at the Vongola ring that marks him as Giotto’s, and the wedding band that claims him as Elena’s

“This just might work.”

It makes Julie sick. This isn’t the evil creature who toyed with them all, took his frustrations and turned them into barbed words, made him betray his family, took Enma’s from him.

This is a normal man.

He finds a bush.

***

Gokudera feels the bed dip, the cool touch of the air outside the warm cocoon of his blankets, and grunts, swatting at what he assumes to be Lambo in his half dream state.

And then he remembers Lambo both isn’t here, and has long been too old to seek such comfort from him.

This is someone else, and he’s more awake than he’s ever been in his life. When he turns his head, half sitting up, it’s just in time to see a head of wispy blond hair settle against his pillows, and his boss’s face settle into an angelic smile. It’s the eyes that are the most wrong, though, smoldering orange in the dark. “Sorry. I couldn’t sleep, so I snuck in…”

A hand that isn’t his settles onto that cheek and the not-tsuna’s eyes fall shut, exhaling softly and the last tension leaving him “thanks, G… You always make me feel better.”

The hand he’s certain belongs to the first storm ghosts knuckles over the apple of not-tsuna’s cheeks, brushes bangs away from not-tsuna’s forehead, and settles in not-tsuna’s gently curled palm which rests in the space between two bodies.

Gokudera doesn’t hear words, but he doesn’t need them to know what his predecessor must have been thinking.

There’s no mistaking that love.

Primo must have been the most important person in the world to the first Storm.

“What makes you so different from me…?”

What kind of person does he need to be, for Tsuna to come to him like this?

He wants what they had.

[pinkskyees]

Reborn: good boss puts his family as his top priority

Tsuna: I will neglect my wants and needs for my family

Reborn: that's not what I said at all

Tsuna: it was implied

Reborn: no

[pinkskyees]

Reborn, who didn't expect to like Nana's cooking so much and already knows he will occasionally crave it in the future, decides that instead of taking trips to see Nana or learning how to cook it himself, he will just bully Tsuna into learning so that later he can bully Tsuna into cooking it for him whenever he wants

[katekyo-hitman-aus]

Decimo is Deaf AU

Since day one, Sawada Tsunayoshi has never been able to hear a single sound due to being born deaf. As a result, he doesn’t attend Namimori’s school, hasn’t grown up being called Dame-Tsuna (knowingly), and unknowingly relies heavily on his Hyper Intuition to alert him whenever someone or something is approaching him.

Point #1: The first voice he’d heard was Mukuro’s, and it was only through telepathy. 

Point #2: The second thing he ever heard was the boss trials, as everything flowed directly to his mind. There was a lot of rapid signing, exaggerated gesturing, and short attempts to speak when Tsuna tried to get it across that he would rather destroy Vongola than inherit its sins.

Point #3: The third thing he heard was Daemon’s voice. Someone, please help him. Please. This poor boy desperately needs to hear something beyond sinister laughter and screaming.

Point #4: Reborn tried to teach him how to lip read. He stopped after the first two months and fifty-four accidents, twenty-three of which were international. The event was erased from everyone’s memories.

Point #5: Now the entire mafia world has to learn sign language or have someone who knows it sign for Tsuna. It’s usually Gokudera.

Point #6: Mukuro teaches Tsuna how to speak, but he ends up shouting all the time because he doesn’t know how loud he’s being. His first word might’ve been extreme/kyokugen; Tsuna gets along well with Ryohei and Squalo. 

Point #7: Just imagine Tsuna being completely clueless as all these big bad mafioso start giving these elaborate speeches or taunts. He can’t hear them, he can’t lip read, he can’t constantly look to someone for a translation – who are these guys and what the heck do they want??

[katekyo-hitman-aus]

Smooth Sibling AU 2

List of people Yoshi’s flirted with and their reactions. I am sorry that this is going to be really long.

Tsuna-At times he can get very embarrassed but for the most part he comes up with some pretty good comebacks. When asked why he flirts with Tsuna Yoshi replies with “not only is it incest but we look similar. And I’ve always wanted to have sex with myself” “Narcissist”

Bianchi-She took it in stride for the most part and didn’t seem all that bothered. However, if Yoshi tries to push his luck she will poison him.

Kyoko-He only flirted with her once and ended up in the hospital for a few weeks because Ryohei is protective.

Haru-She hit him with her bag and then later apologized when she realized that he didn’t mean any harm by it. He’s made her blush a few times.

Hana-She actually flirts back and gets along rather well with him because “he actually has the balls to flirt with me”

Hibari-He made Hibari blush once. Tsuna has a picture. Both are constantly ‘bitten to death’ because of it. Worth it in their opinion.

Yamamoto-He’s oblivious. Yoshi pouts because of it. Tsuna thinks his twin is childish.

Ryohei-Same as Yamamoto

Gokudera-At first he was pissed. After they saved his life he started stuttering and stammering. Yoshi thinks it’s adorable.

Basil-Used Shakespearean to watch the other go 20 different shades of embarrassment. Basil may or may not have a crush on him.

Squalo-Was taken a-back and then raised an eyebrow before proceeding to try and kill them. This did not deter Yoshi and he continued to make suggestive comments. Tsuna face-palmed.

Xanxus-Immediately tried to kill him. Yoshi laughed and continued to flirt and try to grope his ass. Tsuna started planning his funeral.

Lussuria-Instant besties. The moment they saw eachother they exchanged phone numbers and began flirted to the point Tsuna tried to gouge his own eyes out.

Leviathan-Honestly didn’t know how to react.

Belphegor-Was torn between killing him and absorbing all of the comments because he’s a Prince.

Mukuro-Flirted back and they even groped each other’s ass.

Chrome-Instantly became flustered. Yoshi apologized to her when she wouldn’t calm down and looked ready to faint.

Ken-Blushed and used bunny channel without meaning to so he could hide somewhere.

Chikusa-Lightly blushed but it didn’t deter him from the fight at hand.

M.M-Is now torn between wanting to date Mukuro or wanting to date Yoshi.

Genkishi-Nearly took Yoshi’s head off but Tsuna grabbed him and beat his ass saved him from oblivion.

Gamma-Tried not to flush and failed epically “I’m straight you know?” “Your face says otherwise”

Yuni-the moment he opened his mouth he re-evaluated his decision as he felt Reborn’s killing intent.

Zankuro-He just…reacted. Nobody’s really sure what happened.

Kikyo-Yoshi and Kikyo flirted whenever they saw eachother.

Lal-Beat him into the ground. She was blushing though.

Byakuran- Laughed it off but couldn’t tell if Yoshi was serious about sleeping with him or not. It’s how he lost the fight.

Dino-His mixed emotions were easy to see. He wanted to flirt but Yoshi is like a little brother sooo…

Giotto-Blinked a few times and then laughed and nearly passed out. Can ghosts even lose air

Enma-Grew very flustered. Hides behind Tsuna to try and avoid Yoshi’s attention.

Adelheid-Same as Hibari

Julie-Told him he was committed to one girl so Yoshi respected him and never tried it again.

Shittopi-Blushed because he’s one smooth mother-fudger

Adult! Skull- tried to act cocky but then started hiding in a corner out of embarrassment.

Adult! Colonello-Told him that he was only interested in Lal. Yoshi promised to help them get together.

Adult! Verde-Raised an eyebrow and tried to ignore him. He failed and Yoshi woke up on an operating table. Tsuna saved him. Again.

Adult! Fon-Lightly teased back and Hibari felt like committing suicide.

Adult! Viper/Mammon-They blushed intensely and the Varia have never forgotten. They have photos.

Adult! Reborn-Tsuna nearly let himself die right there and then when Reborn actually did the impossible. He made Yoshi blush, It was barely there but he did it.

Jager- Actually didn’t want to try and kill him because “damn this kid’s got game”

Bermuda-Same Jager

Kawahira-Actually went to kiss Yoshi to prove a point but Tsuna denied it and drop kicked him in the face. Tsuna then beat up Yoshi for being an idiot.

[katekyo-hitman-aus]

I don’t think Ryohei would react violently to Kyoko being flirted with. Honestly, I doubt he’d notice. Hana would be the one deflecting Yoshi, most likely. :/ Also, death to the trope where the men in the family don’t want the females to date. Girls can make their own choices. (Yes, I have a lot of feelings on this matter.)

Tsuna and Yoshi saving Gokudera kind of doesn’t click with me. I feel it undermines the actions taken in canon. :/ How about we stick to just Tsuna doing the saving, like in canon, and have Gokudera’s reaction to Yoshi’s flirting be conflicted outrage and embarrassment because on one hand, Yoshi’s his Juudaime’s brother; on the other, he’s a little shit. Yoshi still finds it adorable. And kind of absolutely hilarious.

Yoshi has totally made making Yamamoto and Ryohei blush his goal in life. It’s his purpose, man. He feels it in his soul.

Tsuna and Yoshi’s dynamic in fights would definitely be Tsuna fighting and Yoshi distracting. Yoshi doesn’t even use Flames, just smartass, suggestive, sometimes vaguely insulting comments.

All that exposure to Yoshi has 500% destroyed Tsuna’s ability to give half a crap about public decency. Oh, DWM strips him to his boxers? Bring it on.

-Admin Lazy

[katekyo-hitman-aus]

I was very tired when I thought up Kyoko's one and now I realize my mistake. it would be Hana deflecting him. I apologize, being a fellow girl myself. Yes Yoshi would totally be like 'Bring it on'. That is most definitely their strategy for fighting. I'm pretty sure they'd split the workload for being the Tenth Boss because they're twins and they refuse to only have one of them take that position.-Kestrelbird

It’s ok. n.n

Nobody outside of Vongola actually knows there’re two tenth bosses, though; they think it’s just Tsuna. It was Yoshi’s idea, and Tsuna went along with it to spite the mafia. Reborn didn’t stop them because he thought it’d be funny.

-Admin Lazy

[katekyo-hitman-aus]

Cosplay/Sewing Club AU

When Tsuna was little, all he wanted was to help out his mother. He always burned the food, always missed the corners when cleaning and the laundry machine always broke down under his hands. However, when his mother taught him to sew, it was like the gods themselves blessed his hands with beautiful lines and the ability to turn even the most meager scrap of cloth into a masterpiece.

Enter Miura Haru, cosplay and theater enthusiast. When her costume for the school play was absolutely ruined the night before their grand debut, Tsuna offered to make her a new one, she agreed because it’s not like he could ruin it anymore could he?

What he delivered was a costume that was leagues beyond the other costumes and Haru was so happy that they became best friends from then on. They kept the friendship over the years and despite Tsuna’s general dameness, the costumes and clothes he provided Haru with were the envy of everyone that lay their eyes on them.

So when they entered High school and Haru discovered there was a Cosplay/Sewing club, she dragged Tsuna to it and asked for both of them to be allowed to join.

The members at the time of Tsuna’s joining are:

President Rokudou Mukuro, third year, who uses his little sister Chrome as his model (may or may not have a siscon but no one can prove it)

Rokudou Chrome, second year, who can’t sew but who can make the most realistic props one could ask for (also a member of the Art Club)

Sasagawa Kyoko, second year, who likes to sew and wear cute things. (also a member of the Cooking Club)

Kurokawa Hana, second year, Kyoko’s long suffering friend that really doesn’t care about any of it but doesn’t mind modeling and it gets her free clothes so she just shrugs and goes along with it.

Fong I-pin, first year, she likes to sew small clothes for dolls/pets, she gifts her creations to her cousin (she may or may not have a crush in said cousin and said cousin may or may not be certain Disciplinary Committee president, but you can’t prove it)

Bovino Lambo, first year, spoiled rich kid and fashionista, can’t sew anything to save his life but enjoys modeling and getting new clothes. Has a rivalry with Hana over who’s the best model and who gets the best clothes. While they fight over it Mukuro gives the best clothes to Chrome anyway.

After getting comfortable with this eccentric group of people Tsuna asks who their teacher advisor is. The thing is, no one knows.

“What do you mean no one knows?” asks Tsuna

“He, and we are not sure if it’s a he or not, always comes to the class wearing some of the best costumes I’ve ever seen, we can’t tell who he is.” Explains Chrome, Mukuro bites his nail and mumbles under his breath.

“I would kill for his costume making skills.” Tsuna feels a shudder run down his spine, he believes him, he really does.

Enter the teacher, wearing an Albus Dumbledore costume, or Tsuna thinks it’s an Albus Dumbledore costume, but he can’t tell because he’s pretty sure that’s Professor Reborn, the sadistic math teacher.

“Isn’t that Reborn-sensei?” he asks and the teacher pauses in his theatrics to stare at him for an interminable second before laughing it off.

“Of course not! I am Albus Dumbledore!” exclaims the teacher and throws Tsuna a glare that could freeze the Sahara. Tsuna feels like his life is passing before his eyes. The other club members dismiss Tsuna’s words.

“Nah, Reborn-sensei is not the type.” Says Hana.

“Yeah Tsuna, you really have bad eyesight.” Mocks Lambo.

“Reborn-sensei? Please!” Mukuro waves his hand in clear dismissal and Chrome, Haru and Kyoko giggle in a corner.

“You have a great imagination though, Tsuna-san.” Says I-pin with a little laugh.

And just like that the matter is dropped. Except that, as they are leaving for the day, Tsuna throws “Albus Dumbledore” a glance and the man lifts a single finger, crossing it across his throat in a clear threat. Tsuna gulps and thinks he has just signed his own death sentence.

Keeping Reborn-sensei’s hobby a secret is harder than it looks, every time it seems his clubmates are getting close Tsuna has to go out of his way to point them in another direction and every time the disaster is averted, he would sigh in relieve only to feel a hand clamp hard on his shoulder and he would turn, only to receive Reborn-sensei’s sadistic grin and he would know that the man will call on him next math class and that answering incorrectly is not an option.

Tsuna studies like crazy and his grades actually improve, but he can’t enjoy it because he lives in fear of the day someone finds out about Reborn-sensei, because he knows his life will be forfeit.

Eventually the day of the school festival approaches and they have to decide what they are going to do, somehow they end up deciding to do a fashion show. The problem is, they don’t have models.

So poor Tsuna is forced to convince people to be their models, which wouldn’t be so hard. Except Mukuro and Reborn-sensei have very strict standards as to whom can model for them. Standards that are only fulfilled by some of the most dangerous people in school.

The Disciplinary Committee President, Hibari Kyouya.

The Disciplinary Committee Vice-President Suzuki Adelheid

The Captain of the Fencing Team, Superbi Squalo.

The Secretary of the Chemistry Club, Gokudera Hayato.

The President of the Cooking Club, Gokudera Bianchi.

There are some other much more approachable people who Tsuna has to ask to be their models such as:

The Baseball Ace Yamamoto Takeshi

The Captain of the Boxing Club Sasagawa Ryohei

The Vice-president of the Robotics Club Spanner (no one knows his real name XD)

Etc. etc.

Shenanigans happen, Tsuna has to fight, ask, beg, challenge, etc. all manners of different people in order to convince them to model for the club. It doesn’t help that Hibari and Mukuro hate each other or that Yamamoto and Gokudera cause explosions anytime they are within the same room or that Spanner’s robots get out of hand and start destroying things on their own. etc. etc.

So yeah, that’s all I got. I hope you enjoyed it :)