#bandaged hand

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aye, spotted Sylvain

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Feeling very burnt out today, how are you and how is your request load?? I don’t want to send another if your too snowed under! 🕯️

I have so many requests but im working through them. However i have my fingers bandaged so i can really write. I accidentally pulled off my nail when it got caught in a door and cuz i have long acrylics on it lifted the nail. It really hurts! Feel free to send in more requests and hopefully I’ll be posting more fics soon but it’s a bit hard to write rn.

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[jorieds]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 17/? Fandom: Katekyou Hitman Reborn! Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Arcobaleno & Sawada Tsunayoshi, Arcobaleno/Sawada Tsunayoshi Characters: Sawada Tsunayoshi, Checker Face | Kawahira, Adult Reborn, Reborn (Reborn), Fon (Reborn), Verde (Reborn), Timoteo | Vongola Nono, Vongola Ninth Generation, Mammon | Viper, Skull (Reborn), Lal Mirch, Colonello, Arcobaleno (Reborn), Luce (Reborn), Daemon Spade, Ganauche III, (or well- the second one), Hyper Intuition - Character, (Or the alien living inside Tsuna's head that's a bit of a sadist), Luce (Katekyou Hitman Reborn!) Additional Tags: Time Travel, Canon - Manga, cuddles make everything better, Trinisette, Pacifiers, Mare rings, Vongola Rings, Tsuna was a little man-whore, BAMF Sawada Tsunayoshi, BAMF Arcobaleno Summary:

Time-Travel. Tsuna is thrown into a time he's unfamiliar with, in a country he can barely speak the language. But it's his choice, so with only determination and his intuition to keep him moving forward, he'll complete his mission while trying to not lose all. Of course, that doesn't mean trouble won't find him; things are never easy when fate loves to screw with one.

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NEW CHAPTER. DONE!

After so long, it’s finally here. Sorry for the wair!

[thankyouforlisteningtomytedtalk]

Every time I listen to bandaged hand from the live album I giggle because rich is so enthusiastic about his introduction.

[jorieds]

Extra

An extra from my story 'Bandaged hand'. Fonx27xReborn

"I like this kind of Italian songs,” Tsuna says out of nowhere. He’s sitting on the couch with, Fong next to him, lounging at his side with the type of laziness that would make a cat proud. He’s not tired but his eyes are half closed as he enjoys the soft perfume of the tea Fong’s drinking.

After a second too long he receives a hum for an answer. Obviously, Fong is also halfway there. Most likely meditating. 

“The singer has this deep voice. Or not deep.” He sighs softly onto Fong’s arm when he hears the clink of the cup meeting the wood of the table. “I don’t know how to call it. But it seems to be common here. I like it.”

A surprised chuckle escapes Fong. He’s clearly amused and doesn’t care to smoother it. He turns his head towards him, burying his nose in his hair to continue laughing quietly. Tsuna doesn’t understand the reason so he tries to head-butt him in mock annoyance.

“Hey. Is not nice to…” 

He trails off at the fond look he finds on Fong’s face. It heats his cheeks up as it always does, but he’s still curious at the reason of the amusement. “It’s not nice to laugh at someone,” he finishes with what he hopes is a strong voice but knows it’s barely more than an exhale. 

“I’m sorry. You’re just too cute,” he says with that soft laugh of his. A hand comes to cradle the side of his face, a thumb brushing his jaw while his other fingers curl to the back of his neck. “And you’re mine.”

Tsuna swallows, leaning onto the touch. His face feels on fire as his eyes flicker from his eyes to his lips, his own hand moving to rest on his shoulder. He leans in until their lips brush but he stops before losing himself too much. He’s still curious.

“You still haven’t answered me.”

Fong’s gaze almost burns with the heat inside them. He smirks in a way he hasn’t seen too much. Usually, that gaze is also accompanied by a proud ‘I’m yours’ which is even more embarrassing so he quickly leaves a chaste kiss to stop them. Fong clearly knows what he’s doing but he’s nice enough to not point it out, though he’ll still kiss him silly anyways.

He pushes him gently away and readies himself to huff his name in an annoyed fashion when a hand burying itself in his hair stops him. It tilts his head up and while he’s not really afraid thanks to his intuition, the kiss still surprises him. He knows that taste of coffee so he doesn’t protest that much when Renato licks the roof of his mouth while his fingers tug his hair into his favorite position.

Fong pushes Renato away rather brusquely though he still manages to finish with a soft bite on his lower lip in a way that’s too sensual to have been really pushed away.

Tsuna blinks and tries to not bring his fingers to his lips.

“You both were taking too long.”

“What?”

“And their voice is like that because of how much Italians smoke.”

With that, he leaves.

BANDAGED HAND-EXTRA

[jorieds]

Bandaged Hand, chapter 3

My favorite part of the chapter, enjoy:

"Why are you cleaning the glasses under the table?"

Tsuna doesn't look up. He already knows what face Zaid is making. "Hey, you're the lucky one who turns eighteen in a month. We sixteen years old can't afford to show our face to the public while working."

"Uh huh. That didn't bother you yesterday."

"I only worry for Giorgio-san."

Pouring some scotch into what he's sure is a cup of coffee, their boss, Giorgio, leans down for a moment with his Serious Face. "I can hear you."

"Sorry, Giorgio-san."

Zaid snorts. "You really should stop adding 'san' to the names, Natsu."

"But not in working hours. The last time you tried, your blushing face made you look thirteen."

Trying to fight the red that wants to creep on his face, he grumbles. "At least I can call Zaid, Zaid."

"Yeah, sure. It only took you a month."

"And you slept together," Giorgio-san adds with a snort before retreating on the back.

"Not in that way!" Tsuna has never felt his face hotter. He turns sharply to look at Zaid. "What did you tell him?"

"Me? Hah. Right. This is Giorgio who we're talking about, Nat." Zaid leans on the counter and taps his shoulder with his leg. "Seriously, man. Are you going to tell me why you're hiding?"

"I'm not hiding."

"Does that mean that it has nothing to do with the guy with the cane who came in a minute ago?"

Tsuna jumps in surprise, his head colliding with the hard surface of the counter.

"That's a yes, I take it." Zaid gives him an amused look before he leans further on the counter. "Hey, Timmy! How's it going?"

"Timmy?" Tsuna mumbles, peeking a bit to see who Zaid is calling. He yelps when he sees the brown haired guy with the familiar cane approaching and falls onto his back.

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[jorieds]

Bandaged Hand, chapter 2

"Are you okay?" the guy asks, his fingers doing a small abortive motion, as if he wants to approach but knows it's not a good idea to do so. He hides his hands inside the large sleeves of his jacket. Perhaps because they're slightly bloody unlike his pristine clothes. They're dark enough for Tsuna to know if the blood is seeping into them.

He doesn't look at his possibly bloody sleeves though, he chooses to glance down, at the pile of bodies scattered around the ground and inhales. He gives the man a shaky smile and a thumbs up with his now glowing hand. The man seems slightly amused at this. His head tilts a bit to the side and…

And Tsuna doesn't think he can call the man in front of him 'Hibari-look-alike' in his head anymore. It's good he's learned to hide his startled-small-animal looks and now can step down on those urges with little problem, he thinks, because, well… The guy is giving him a smile. A real one. All calm-like and gentle, maybe a little bit warm, too.

It's a nice smile. And it's scaring the hell out of him.

Because this person looks so much like Hibari-san! And it's so weird to see a normal not bloodlusting smile on a face that so resembles the prefect's. He feels something akin to morbid fascination and he kind of wants to take a photo of this person smiling.

"Is there something on my face?"

Staring again. Damn it.

He shakes his head. "No, no! Your face's fine! You've a nice smile is all."

The man seems more amused. "You look like you've just seen a ghost."

His intuition tells him it's time a couple minutes later so he goes to the door and leans on the wall next to it. He doesn't have to wait long. Half a minute later he hears three soft knocks.

Huo-san is standing under the doorway with that calm smile of his.

"How did you know where I live," he wants to ask first,

"Did you stalk me here?" comes a close second.

"Do you like Oolong tea?" he asks instead.

Huo-san laughs quietly at his resigned tone. "It's my favorite."

Go figure.

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