(Varia/Arcobaleno/Millefiore) M!KHR x Chubby Fem!Reader: You give them the cold shoulder after a misunderstanding.
themes (MDNI - 19+ only): established relationship, wife!reader, mild crack, humor, established relationship, jealousy, resolving misunderstandings, arguing/banter
a/n: This idea has been rotting in my brain since I started the Vongola reaction, so I hope you enjoy! Also I'm so happy to know there's a few of ya'll out there wanting more KHR 🥲
TYL!Xanxus
He was in his office for hours with one of the Vongola's external advisors, and you caught sight of her leaning close, chest pressed against his arm and whispering something in his ear. Afterwards, you were sitting on the far end of the bedroom sofa, scrolling your phone with complete disregard. Xanxus dropped beside you. "Oi." No response. "I'm talking to you, woman." "That's nice." He snatched the phone from your hand. "The hell is your problem?" You looked at him, expression blank. "Go back to your meeting. That advisor of yours seemed very attentive."
"That woman's been advising the Alliance for six years. She's sixty-two." he exclaimed in disbelief. Your resolve wavered, "Well…She didn't look sixty-two--" "She's had work done, fuck if I care," he snapped, but his hand was already gripping the soft curve of your thigh, dragging you toward him. "Look, she's handsy with everyone. Squalo nearly broke her wrist last quarter." His arm wrapping around your waist. "There's no one else. Don't piss me off by thinking otherwise." When your hand curled into his shirt, he exhaled hard. "You're so fucking annoying sometimes." "You're still mean." "Yeah. And you're still mine."
TYL!Superbia Squalo
The mission debrief had run late, and when you'd tracked him down, he was backed against the corridor wall by a younger Varia recruit. She was pretty, slim, her hands fisted in his coat and was looking up at him through her lashes. You'd turned on your heel immediately. Sometime later Squalo stood in the kitchen doorway, hair damp from a shower, watching you cut aggressively vegetables. "VOOOI, you gonna tell me what's wrong or what!?" You set the knife down. "Why don't you ask your little recruit? The one with her hands all over you."
His voice hit a decibel that made you wince. "THAT BRAT? She grabbed me to beg for a squad transfer! I was about to throw her through the wall before you decided to up and leave!" "She didn't look scared." "Because you left before that part!" He closed the distance, catching your wrist gently. His voice was still loud by anyone's standards, but for Squalo, it was basically a whisper. "I married you. You think some recruit changes that? I'd sooner let Xanxus throw a wine bottle at me again."
TYL!Belphegor
You had found the earring on his nightstand, a pearl drop, gold clasp and clearly not yours. When you'd held it up, Bel had just grinned like the Cheshire grin and said nothing before walking away. Now you sat with a book which you hadn't turned a page for in over forty minutes. "The princess is sulking~" Nothing. "Ushishi, the princess is annoyed is she?--" You cut him off, "I'm reading, Bel." "You've been on that page since I got here." You didn't respond, causing his grin to fade a fraction. "You're actually upset." You sighed and turned the page, "No, like I said... I'm reading."
He walked behind you and plucked the book away. "That earring's yours." You blinked, waiting for him to explain. "The prince bought it yesterday, it was supposed to be a surprise buuut the princess decided to have a crisis instead~" His gloved hand found the soft curve of your jaw, making your face heat up. "…You could have just said that early!" He shrugged, laughing. "Ushishi, and miss watching you pretend you weren't jealous?" But his thumb traced your cheek gently. "There's no one else stupid enough to hold a prince's attention. Only you."
TYL!Dino Cavallone
You'd come early to surprise him at his office, only to catch the tail end of a phone call through the cracked door, his voice low and warm, "I miss you. I think about you all the time... I'll see you soon, I promise." You left without a sound and sat on the window sill to watch the rain. An hour later, Dino found you. "There you are! Romario said you came by-- hey, what's wrong?" You wiped your eyes quickly. "Nothing." He paused, taking in your expression. "You've been crying." You decided to be direct. "Who were you talking to on the phone, Dino?" Your voice cracked on his name.
"Oh. Oh. No no no!!--" He fumbled for his phone and turned the screen to you. A contact labeled Mamma. "She's been sick. She called to guilt trip me for not visiting." Your throat tightened. "Why did you say 'I think about you all the time'?" "Because she tells me I forget her if I don't call regularly! She's Italian, it's emotional warfare!" He knelt, arms circling the soft rounds of your knees. "You're my whole world, you have to know that by now." Your fingers found his hair. "You really were talking to your mom huh?" He nodded frantically, "She asked if we were eating enough. Twice. And then asked about grandkids again."
TYL!Byakuran
You found the small velvet jewlry box in his closet, and inside was a ring sized far too small for your fingers. Sometime later, you moved through the kitchen while Byakuran watched closely from the couch. "Hmm, you're stress-baking, what's wrong" You slammed the tray down harder than intended, "I don't always have to be stressed to bake brownies you know!" He chuckled to himself, "Because you're clearly so calm now," he teased. You continued baking in silence until the brownies were in the oven and you spun on your heel. "Okay fine, I'm stressed...Who's that ring for, Byakuran?" The playful tilt of his head stilled.
"Hm?...Oh that--It's for you, silly. Your birthday is in three weeks, I had it custom made to stack with your wedding band. They just got the initial sizing too small." Heat crawled up your neck, "For...me?" He shrugged playfully and got up. "Who else?" He made his way behind you, hugging you from behind. "You could have hidden it better." you murmured. He smiled, resting his chin on your shoulder. "Well I didn't think my wife would be snooping through my closet like a little spy~" You elbowed him and he laughed against your neck, holding you tighter.
TYL!Gamma
It had been a quiet night until you overheard him talking to someone on the phone while he was outside. "She's nothing like Aria..." You didn't stick around after that, going to bed with your back to the door. When Gamma slid in beside you, he noticed your coldness immediately. "You're awake." You grumbled, "I'm not." Causing him to sigh in response. "You breathe slower when you're actually asleep..." His hand reached for your hip and you shifted away and whisper. "I heard you... saying I'm nothing like Aria."
"You're not." He didn't hesitant. "Aria was everything to me. Losing her nearly killed me. I won't pretend otherwise." He sat up. "But I got asked if you reminded me of her. I said no, because you don't. Because you're not a replacement." His palm found the curve of your waist. "I loved Aria. I always will... But what I have with you isn't borrowed from her memory, it's yours." He laid down and brought you close to him. "I don't need you to be like her. I just need you to be here." Your hand found his. "You could have led with that." He hummed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Sorry, didn't think I had to."
Reborn (Adult Form)
You'd walked into the cafe where you were meeting him and found him in the corner booth with a stunning woman leaning forward laughing at something he'd said. You watched him lift his cup to her, then left. A few hours had passed and you were sitting on the couch, coat still on. Reborn came through the door, eyes scanning you. "You didn't come." You avoided his gaze. "You looked... occupied." He set his fedora on the table, "Tell me what you think you saw."
After a few minutes of explaining, he sighed. "That was Bianchi, she wanted to discuss a complication. Threatened to poison my barista if I didn't entertain her." He crouched before you, catching your chin, tilting your face up. "Listen, I don't risk what I have, you least of all." Your lip trembled as his thumb traced your jaw. "I chose you with full knowledge of every alternative, never think otherwise." Your hand gripped his wrist. "You could have at least warned me." His mouth pressed against your forehead, "I didn't want to put you in danger, I'll introduce you two properly next time."
Fon (Adult Form)
Everything had gone wrong. The mission was a mess, contacts fell through, six hours in the rain for nothing, and when you'd come home soaked and fuming, Fon had looked up from his tea and said, "You're home. Good." Then gone back to reading. You sighed and walked past him to the bedroom without a word. Minutes later he appeared in the doorway. "You're upset." "I'm not." "You slammed the door harder than usual." You groaned, covering yourself with a blanket. "Maybe I'm tired of coming home to someone reacts the same way whether I've had the worst day of my life or a fine one... Do you even care?"
He knelt next to your blanket lump, and for the first time his composure looked frayed. "I could feel your frustration before you opened the door. I didn't come to you because you usually want space before talking." His fingers found yours under the blanket and held them softly. "I made you tea. Your favorite blend. It's on the counter." You blinked. You hadn't noticed. His voice went quiet. "My calm is not absence, I apologize if it came across like that... I simply love you in quieter ways." Your throat tightened but no words left. He brought your hand out from the blanket and pressed his lips to your knuckles. "I always pay attention to you, even when it doesn't look like it."
Colonello (Adult Form)
You'd overheard him on the phone with Lal Mirch, which was nothing unusual, but it was how he'd said it. "Nobody pushes me like you do, Lal. Never have, never will, kora." You moved to sit down on the back steps, and Colonello dropped down beside you shortly after. "Hey. You're quiet, kora." You hummed, "Yeah, just thinking is all...Do you ever wish things had gone differently? With Lal I mean?" His hand stilled.
"Where's this coming from?" he questioned, eyebrows pinching together. "I heard you. Nobody pushes you like her. Never will. I can't compete with that." you laughed hollowely. A confused noise left him, "Huh, compete? You think this is a competition?" "Colonello--" He cut you off. "Lal is my combat partner. She trained me, kicked my ass and made me the soldier I am." His hand found your knee, "But she's not who I want beside me when the fighting's done, kora. What I have with Lal is war. What I have with you is what I fought for." Your vision blurred as your hands moved up to wipe your eyes. "You really mean that?" He pulled you into him, arm tight around your shoulders, lips pressed hard against your temple. "I asked you to marry me didn't I?"
Skull (Adult Form)
You saw a fan video of Skull at a stunt show, he was winking, blowing a kiss at a screaming woman in the front row. The comments flooded all with similar themes on how cute and flirty he is. You doom scrolled through the comments until Skull came in grinning. "Babe! The show was insane--" He stopped. "Oh no did something happen to Wisp?" "No, Wisp is fine but..." He tilted his head, "Buuuut what?" You showed him the video and the comments. "Care to explain?"
His eyes went panicked. "I-I-I--That's my thing! I'm a crowd pleaser--I didn't even see her face, the helmet was half on!" You believed him now, but kept going. "Sure looks like you saw her." He pointed at your phone. "You're trusting internet people over your husband?!" He dropped to his knees, pressing your hand against his hammering chest. "Feel that? You being upset is scarier than anything today, and I jumped a motorcycle through fire." Your resolve cracked as he began pleading. "I'll get 'I love my wife' embroidered on the back of my jacket. Big letters. Rhinestones." You slapped his arm with a smile "Don't you dare."
a/n: Yes Wisp the cat from tiktok, my emotional wellbeing was tethering to their condition for a hot second.
