"And what was the most important thing I told you, Jyuudaime -?"
"- don't flirt with any women present." He gives Hayato a look that makes his best friend flush. "Hayato, *why* would I flirt with a women? And why would it matter if I did?"
"Do you remember the Russian Xanxus was itching to be let loose on? The one that was copying him, badly?"
He wrinkles his nose, trying to remember the man's name; Xanxus had mostly been ranting about the badly treated Siberian tiger and the man's laissez faire attitude to consent. "Semilio?"
"He went after our host's civilian ... well, I'll call her his girlfriend, but I suspect she's more than that. Setting Xanxus on him would have probably been kinder."
"What sort of more?"
"He's notoriously *not* a Sky, despite being his father's favourite to succeed him in the syndicate."
"Ah." His lips twitch. "So no flirting with him, either?"
Hayato throws up his hands in despair and he grins at the other man.
"I didn't say *that*. Though, if we have to fight our way out of another meeting, Xanxus and Kyōya will both start insisting on joint playdates, Jyūdaime."
"Maa, maa. We'll be fine, Hayato-kun. Tsuna's turned into a competent flirt when he wants to be." He sighs and smothers both of his Guardians in Sky Flames before they can take their frustrations out on each other.
"Remind me what we're *actually* here to negotiate for, Hayato -?" That earns him another exasperated sound from his Storm-Cloud, but Hayato obliges, running back down their negotiating stance and he leans back in his seat and lets his consigliere's voice wash over him, soothingly.
"You *do* realise you've got a police detective with a rifle and a scope watching the building, kashira." Takeshi's voice is low and amused. "He's not aiming it at us, or I'd have already called in our Kumo-nii, but -"
"- and my Yuri-chan would be *very* annoyed with me if I did anything about him, so just ignore his presence as best as you can."
"Boss." One of the men standing at attention along the back wall shifts uncomfortably, and he sips at his drink, watching the interaction with a certain amount of amusement, trying to decide if Hayato's profile on the man he's meeting is right. "If he's actually got a rifle this time -"
"- fine. Go and take it and his camera off him, Jingu. Remind him of our agreement." The man vanishes off, one of the others in tow.
"Better, Asari-kun?"
"Much." Takeshi fades back into the background, and Toshiomi returns his focus to him, though he's clearly a little distracted by something, and he tilts his head, trying to decide what it is.
"You could invite your Yuri-chama down to dine with us, Oya-san; I can play the civilian fairly convincingly if she's still ignorant of what you are -" he tucks his Flames back under his skin for a moment, and the other man blinks, clearly surprised by the sudden disappearance.
Toshiomi shakes his head and he finally gets a taste for the man's Flames as they flare; he sees Hayato facepalm in the corner of his vision but he ignores him in favour of focusing on their host.
"- you shouldn't be able to do *that*, Vongola-obun."
"Tsuna. Please. Or at least Tsuna-san, if the latter is too familiar." Toshiomi takes a sip from his own drink. "And there is a reason we are renegotiating our alliance now I'm assuming the reins, ne? Your otousama's distaste for Iemitsu is well-known, after all -"
"- Tsuna-san, then." Toshiomi's eyes flick to the staircase he suspects leads to where Yuri-chan is currently waiting. "Chichi-ue calls me Omi."
The temptation to call the older man by the name he's just offered is almost overwhelming, but the comment had been worded carefully and he inclines his head in acknowledgement of the minor trap.
"Toshiomi-san, then." He makes a face. "As to how I did *that*, old men can be foolish, when they think there's a threat to their throne." One of the men still stood at attention along the wall shifts, uneasily, and Toshiomi raises an eyebrow.
"Oya-sama wouldn't -"
"- but there's always Mao."
"Hai."
"Someone we should be concerned about -?"
"- not yet. Chichi-ue exiled him, and he's been being very quiet." Hayato facepalms and scribbles something down before passing it to him, and he looks at the note and then back at his consigliere.
“Ara. He’s, ah, been quiet because he’s been making a nuisance of himself elsewhere, Toshiomi-san.” The man across from him twitches. “Hayato-kun, please make sure that a copy of Fēng-san’s report on what’s currently going on within the Triads is sent to Shuichiro-sama.”
“There’s no need -” Toshiomi looks somewhat uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation, and he tilts his head, trying to decide where he’d misstepped.
“- you weren’t expecting me to be so willing to air dirty laundry.” That gets him an inclined head, and he smiles, a little wolfishly. “Other people saving face cost me ten years of my life, Toshiomi-san. It leaves me unsympathetic to pretty lies.”
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"The Boss would like you to join him and his guest for dinner, Yuri-sama." She puts down the notes she'd been revising from and looks up at Jingi and smiles at him, making the man flush and flail a little.
"Oya-san wants me to join him for dinner? With other yakuza?"
"Hai. Vongola-obun is ah, um, special case, Yuri-sama. They have a similar honour code to the Boss and his father -"
"- should I change?" Jingi twitches and she laughs, and turns to the overcrowded walk-in closet; dressing up for Oya-san was no hardship. "How old are Oya-san's guests, Jingi-san?"
"Uh. They're not -" the man scrubs the back of his head, "- I think they're your age, Yuri-sama? They're definitely younger than the previous representative from the Vongola. One of them is dressed very traditionally; the other two are wearing suits as nice as the Boss's are."
She makes a face and turns back to the closet, reaching past the pretty dresses more suitable for one of the clubs that she was still trying to talk Oya-san into letting her visit again, and chooses a kimono instead. If one of them was dressed traditionally enough that even Jingi commented ...
"Don't you dare run away, Jingi-san. I'm going to need your help to make sure my obi is tied properly." Her lover's right hand looks acutely panicked and she fights the urge to laugh. "Unless Oya-san can walk away from his guests long enough to help me -?"
"- if I let him do that, Yuri-sama, the dinner won't happen." The red head makes a face and pointedly turns his back, and she disappears back into the closet, pulling off her t-shirt and kicking off her skirt in favour of a nagajuban so fine - and old - she still doesn't quite believe that she gets to wear it when she wants to, and the pretty, seasonally appropriate kimono that she'd been aching for an opportunity to wear.
(The sudden proliferation of kimono in her closet at Oya-san's place had been the point at which she'd realised his father at least *grudgingly* approved of her.)
She's getting better at dressing herself in a kimono, Mama's lessons paying off, and she races her way thorough the process, relieved when the kimono decides to cooperate with it; the obi is a little trickier - she can't decide which knot to use - but it to cooperates, and she edges the obi around, carefully.
Her hair and makeup needs the lightest touch up - she switches the clasp holding it up for one that matches the kimono better - and then she emerges from the closet and does her best to ignore the anxiety fluttering in her belly.
"Do I look acceptable, Jingi-san?" The red-head stiffens and then turns around carefully - the response amuses her a little - then nods and opens the door for her, stepping out of her way, and she descends the staircase into the main space.
I'm a fandom oldie and a strong proponent of "ship and let ship", and I defend everyone else's right to ship what they love... But I think that gives people the idea that I like, automatically love every single ship??? Or every single trope?
I don't though!
There are a lot of fandom tropes that are on my "absolutely fuck no" list. There are a lot of irk kinks that are also on my "nope absolutely not" list, too. Personally, this is healthy. I'm able to look at something and go "Yep, I hate it, but it's not harming anyone, so continue to do as you please."
I think this is where the rubber meets the road for actually having principles. It’s easy to defend the things we like, just like it’s easy to fight for our own rights and those of people just like us. When you have to use logic to extend your sense of justice to people you can’t relate to, that actually takes effort.
when the right hand man is only pathetic for the boss and and and only listens to the boss and is cranky to everyoen else but the boss says one thing and the right hand man is flowers and happiness and
“Why should I take you on as an apprentice, Tsunayoshi?” Takeshi’s father is even more terrifying than he’d expected him to be and he babbles his prepared answer, talking about how the one thing he’s good at school is food technology and then about saving Takeshi and the copy of the koseki he’d found in the attic of his kaa-san’s and how Yamamoto-sama was on it, and he’s sure he’s about to be told ‘no’, but the older man sighs and puts his knives down. “And your father hasn’t sent for you?”
“My father’s dead, Yamamoto-sama.” That gets him a raised eyebrow.
“And you’ve officially finished Nami-chuu?” He nods. “I would like you to make a formal notification of that fact to a specific address in Sicily. If you receive no response within the month, I will allow you to begin the apprenticeship process, Tsunayoshi.”
He chews his lip. “I, um, I need to work so I can eat Yamamoto-sama. Could I start now -?”
The older man pinches the bridge of his nose. “Any pay and formal contract will need to wait until my conditions are met, but if you are willing to start with the very simplest tasks, I will ensure you’re fed until then, Tsunayoshi.” Something is left unsaid, but he’s just so utterly relieved that he’s going to get to eat that he doesn’t question his luck.
"Oyaji, why didn't you *tell* me that you had such a cute new apprentice!"
"Because he isn't an apprentice yet, Takeshi-kun." His father sounds amused by his shamelessness. "But you are, and due to be promoted, especially since Ito-san is a guest at [my mentor's shop] at the moment."
"Maa, maa. I thought I was being too irresponsible for that."
"I changed my mind." His father gives him a pointed look. "Tsunayoshi's situation is complicated. Don't terrorise him."
"He's too cute for that. I thought he was going to grow out of it, but if anything he's gotten even more biteable." That earns him a sigh. "There's going to be other people wanting to flirt with him now he's out of that house, oyaji."
“Why should I take you on as an apprentice, Tsunayoshi?” Takeshi’s father is even more terrifying than he’d expected him to be and he babbles his prepared answer, talking about how the one thing he’s good at school is food technology and then about saving Takeshi and the copy of the koseki he’d found in the attic of his kaa-san’s and how Yamamoto-sama was on it, and he’s sure he’s about to be told ‘no’, but the older man sighs and puts his knives down. “And your father hasn’t sent for you?”
“My father’s dead, Yamamoto-sama.” That gets him a raised eyebrow.
“And you’ve officially finished Nami-chuu?” He nods. “I would like you to make a formal notification of that fact to a specific address in Sicily. If you receive no response within the month, I will allow you to begin the apprenticeship process, Tsunayoshi.”
He chews his lip. “I, um, I need to work so I can eat Yamamoto-sama. Could I start now -?”
The older man pinches the bridge of his nose. “Any pay and formal contract will need to wait until my conditions are met, but if you are willing to start with the very simplest tasks, I will ensure you’re fed until then, Tsunayoshi.” Something is left unsaid, but he’s just so utterly relieved that he’s going to get to eat that he doesn’t question his luck.
Hi! V,S and a letter that you want (if you want of course) about dino plis
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NSF/W Headcanons ♡ Dino Cavallone ✧
✧ Cum
I’m not quite sure what else I could say about Dino’s cum because I have mentioned that he… cums quite a lot. He’s got a bit ( that’s an understatement) of a breeding kink and loves the visual of his seed dripping out any of his partner’s holes or when his lover obediently sticks their tongue out to show him the viscous fluid. It makes him feel so incredibly hot and ready to go again soon after.
He’s been clumsy about where his cum ends up, and in a panic, he’s scooped it up and licked it off of his own fingers. He doesn’t mind the taste, at all. It’s not like he regularly.. Tastes himself, but when he gets comfortable, he’d be so into tasting the mix of his and his lover’s cum together.
✧ Volume
Dino has the prettiest moans, but he doesn’t often let them out unless he’s feeling a little more submissive. It’s almost too easy to get him to squeal and squirm beneath your touch, though. He tries to stick to lower groans and focuses on his breathing so he can talk his partner through the action, but if you tug on his hair a little, ride his face a bit, etc., the whines and whimpers are about twice as loud and it’s sooo cute.
✧ Stamina
I think that with Dino, the more comfortable he gets with a partner, the shorter he lasts. When he’s feeling more emotional than usual, say, after a super romantic date where he really got to reconnect with them, or if he’s back after a long trip and missing them to death, he gets caught up in how much he loves them and the sex feels way too good, so he’ll cum quicker. He can go a few rounds, though, and the refractory period gets increasingly longer, in addition to time between orgasms.
The reverse is true, when he’s less familiar with a partner, he’s more likely to be a little nervous and will take longer to get there because his mind will wander.
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