I like to think that there's a popular conspiracy theory in Flame Society that Reborn is actually Tsuna's father, not Iemitsu.
At first it starts out as a joke. Iemitsu has a reputation of being not the most competent, while Tsuna is the Vongola 10th, who is a renowned diplomat, incredibly strong in battle, and has a list of accomplishments to his name including breaking the Arcobaleno Curse.
So people start to joke that, well, it's just difficult to believe Tsunayoshi came from that, you know? And I mean, look at how Reborn acts around Tsuna. Clearly they're related.
And people joke that, sure, Tsunayoshi looks very Japanese, and Reborn definitely does not. But hey, even ignoring that genetics can behave in unexpected ways, would the man who doesn't even let anyone know his real name actually be open about his real appearance? And he's so good at disguises! Maybe Reborn and Tsuna actually look pretty similar!
And people also joke that, well, Reborn can mind-read, right? And Tsunayoshi always knows what people's intentions are. Are they actually different abilities? They do behave quite similarly, after all. Maybe Reborn's mind-reading is actually Vongola Hyper Intuition! Hahahaha. Ha.
And people point out that, hey, Reborn got to interact with Tsuna so much while teaching him, and Iemitsu interacted with Tsuna so little over the course of Tsuna's whole childhood, isn't that a little suspicious?
And of course it spirals until people aren't actually joking anymore.
Nothing Tsuna or Iemitsu says can halt these rumors. Reborn, of course, is absolutely smug and is of no help at all.
hayato is so bad at remembering to bring a hair tie. every time his hair starts falling into his face,he gets all grumpy about it. Tsuna and Takeshi have learned to just keep one on their wrists at all times for him, because it’s not worth watching him suffer through it.
And if hana or kyoko have one, they’ll hand it over for him. sometimes he forgets to give them back, and you’ll catch him hours later walking home with kyoko’s pink ribbon still in his hair..
First Tumblr post! Dumping my KHR scenarios out to the world because I actually suck at writing fanfics
KHR fans, do you ever think about how heartbreaking it would be if Tsuna’s school had a career day and all of his classmates are shouting out “doctor,” “pilot,” “businesswoman,” and he can’t even muster up anything because he doesn’t even know if he’ll escape being a mafia man? Can you just imagine his face- his eyes widening as quickly as they morph into a reflection of uncomfort and the grief for something that he never had? The grief of choice?
I really do think about this often, because as much as his whole debacle with the mafia grew his character and gave him a life-long found family, he really did loose all autonomy and choice over his life that he couldn't even find for himself first before the mafia took over.
Yes, he didn't have much going for him before Reborn came around and started whacking him up-right, but he still never even got the chance to find out what he was passionate about.
No matter how much he loves his family, I wonder if this pains him. I wonder if, just like other young teens his age, he had moments to himself at night, when he tried and tried to remind himself that he should be grateful. Grateful for his newfound family, direction, and discovery of love. But those silly what-ifs keep ruminating in his head:
What if he wasn't forced into this position, this position that he tries to outrun, knowing that he can't run far?
What if he grew without the mafia--friendless--but left to his own devices to find his passions?
What if he really did grow passionate about something that he wouldn't have found otherwise, wouldn't have found if the mafia came into his life?
What would it have been? A Gardner? A teacher? A cafe-owner?
Would those have been better than the mafia? Would he have been happier with that then becoming the mafioso his blood doomed him to be?
Will he ever truly be happy? Is he dumb to think this way? (no tsuna, no you're not. You got your future handed to you on a golden platter served with a side of blood and gore and loss.)
One day, the trauma of seeing so much so young will catch up to him. We'll never know though.
Plus, Tsuna would never get this type of time to think at night, anyway. Reborn would smack him to hell and back for not sleeping.
Xanxus is so gentle with you that no one believes you. Ever.
Warnings: Xanxus is so sweet it is disgusting.
A/N: hey, listen, i WANT to write for other characters too, but i love my boy so much, he lives rent-free in me head, ok? My ask is opened btw, i want some stupid ideas, thank you.
♡ He keeps one of your hair ties around his wrist, tucked under the sleeve of his jacket. You left it on a nightstand once, and he has never given it back.
♡ He speaks softly to you. Not quiet. Raspy, low murmur like you're so fragile and breakable. It stuns you so much, especially when it follows after he has been barking orders at his subordinates.
♡ He strokes your hair when you fall asleep on him. Threads his fingers delicately - as much as someone like him can be delicate - not to wake you.
♡ He doesn't anyone touch your gifts. If you give something - even small - it goes to his personal quarters, untouched and guarded like a treasure vault. You think you can gift him a bead bracelet and he still would treat it like a jewelry.
♡ He doesn't say your name often. But when he does, when they are alone with their naked souls - it sounds low and thick with unspoken emotion and reverence. Spoken like a prayer on a broken man's lips.
♡ He once brought you flowers. This was a special once - the first time he actually gifted you flowers personally, with one rose being burnt a little. He found and you've pressed it in a book. One day you found it laminated between glass. It's somewhere lying between his work papers all the time.
♡ He doesn't ask questions, when she's having a bad day. He sits beside you like a silent guard, offering a mute companionship. You will speak when you want to, he can wait.
♡ He memorizes little things you do and like. He never makes a shot out of it, but he has that trait of observing everything. He remembers your favorite song and the way you take your tea. It doesn't have any practical purpose - he just...does that.
♡ One day you have found a plush keychain on your bag, looking like a dissatisfied lion with a little crown.
♡ He never forgets to say goodnight. Even when apart, he finds a couple of seconds for you. You always get a gruff, "Sleep well, woman" through a phone call before he crashes.
♡ He brushes a kiss over your forehead when he thinks you are asleep.
♡ He has your photo somewhere there. There is your polaroid in his work notebook attached to paper by a clip.
♡ He secretly panics when you're hurt. It's so simple with others to deal with - he just doesn't - but he never knows what to do with you. His voice is sharper than usual, "Show me where. Now."
♡ Xanxus wasn't like that in the beginning, and these relationship had some ups and downs. He never said it out loud, but deep down he wants to be better than the Ninth - not because he wants forgiveness, but because he refuses the history repeat; because you've convinced he deserves to be happy and you've shown him that. If he's going to have someone love him. he wants to be worth that love.
♡ He doesn't know how to soft with himself, but he is learning how to be soft with you. He started to let you hold his hand without pulling away. Even if he's hesitant and stiff, he still allows that. Maybe he cannot be soft with himself, but you can do that for both of you.
♡ One day he realizes that. Nothing happened, and it wasn't a special day. It was just you among his guardians, the most casual evening one could think of. But that's when it clicks - this is what it feels to be loved without having to fight for it. And it terrifies him.
♡ ...He bought you a house. A real one, not the soulless estates with empty luxury he used to have for the sake of owning them. It is the one someone can call home. A place where one could live away from the bloodshed. You couldn't believe him until he threw you the key and mumbled, "Don't expect flowers." He gifts you flowers.
♡ One day you have been playing truth or dare. Lussuria bombarded you with a bunch of personal questions, where you revealed that Xanxys often kissed your knuckles. Everyone considered that the funniest joke of the evening, and Squalo's throat was sore from all the laughing. No one believed it to the point they all thought is was a very good mockery. Xanxus does love your hands though. Small, soft and delicate but hardworking with some small scratches and calluses - just the way he sees you. He loves your touch, and yes. He leaves kisses in your knuckles all the time. After that truth or dare game you always giggle when he does that, and Xanxus is still puzzled to what has happened.
♡ When you leave small and stupid sticky notes, he doesn't throw away some of them. There is an old one in his wallet with a short "I think of you", that you have written him in the very beginning of your relationship.
♡ He has never been good with words. He told you, "I don't know how to do this shit, but I want it to be real. I want you" like it was the most difficult thing in the world. And you kissed him like is was the easiest thing in the world.
♡ He finds himself smiling at your laugh, the way you tease him, and has a hard time controlling it. Like he is not Xanxus of all the people. Like he is not terrifying. It's so stupid. It's so good.
♡ You once said, "You do not have to be angry to be strong." It's so idiotic in his eyes, but for you - only for you - he tries to believe this.
♡ He wants you. He wants morning with you. Dinners with you. Stupid arguments those dumb couples have. A future that isn't build or revenge. His life has always been scripted, everything has been decided for him, and he went with that. But now he is confident he wants something that is born of choice. His choice.
Remember that scene after Fran freed Mukuro from the Vindice and meets up with Kokuyo??
I can't help but think about him and M.M. being the only french characters in the KHR universe and them talking in their mother's tongue with each other. I bet Fran is even more annoying when he's fluently speaking and it cracks me up to think about it every time.
He probably mixes up his french, italian, japanese and english (and more??) all the time so his comebacks must be so good when he's even more confident.
No wonder M.M. despises him so much.. not only because he has that childish attitude and is closer with her beloved Mukuro than she is.
I always wonder what Gokudera's life would have been like if he had stayed with his family in Italy. He's portrayed as a particularly calm and gentle child (which can be attributed to many children his age...). We know he's exceptionally intelligent and "talented at the piano," so in itself, if he had stayed with his family, he could have been a worthy successor to his father.
There are so many different paths: the version where he decides to stay despite knowing he's a "bastard," so we can explore his relationships with his father, his half-sister, and his stepmother (I can't remember if she's still alive). His feeling towards his real mother. And especially the fact that the mafia looks down on him because of his status. Would he have ended up running away from his family because of the teasing of the people inside of the mafia ? Would he have met Tsuna? Would they have become friends? What would their relationship have been like?
Another possibility : that he never learns the truth due to an incredible series of coincidences (the mafia not mocking a bastard child? I doubt it, but still...). Could he still be groomed to be the successor despite everything? Because while his sister is certainly the eldest, she's a girl, and let's face it, the mafia is known for being misogynistic. In that case, could he have forged a direct link with the Vongola family through Tsunayoshi way later ? A friendship? A hatred? An acquaintance, with no real connection?
But above all, what would his personality be like? Calmer? Less furious at everything that moves? Less suspicious? Kinder?
Disclaimer: I'm basing everything I quote from memory, so I might have reversed, forgotten, or misinterpreted Gokudera's past. If so, please don't hesitate to let me know ✨️
↻ summary ✦ nothing too deep or complex, just a few ways the vongola members would be casually intimate if in a relationship.
↻ warnings ✦ the sappiest of fluff, potentially ooc
author's note: thank you to this post's op for sparking the idea. if it weren't for them, i probably wouldn't have written anything else for weeks lmao.
Tsuna: Lets you fuss over his clothing, whether that entails you knotting his tie, straightening his collar, or fixing the lapel of his suit jacket for him. You probably used to do it often when he was younger and more slovenly than he is now, but it's become soothing for the both of you; a ritual of sorts. He'll murmur a thank you after, gaze soft and smile fond, or just press a silent kiss to your brow
Gokudera: Sits in the same room with you while the both of you work on different things. You could be flipping the pages of a book, he could be tinkering with his Sistema C.A.I., peaceful silence broken occasionally by you reading a particularly amusing passage aloud or him complaining about whatever maintenance work he's attempting. Just knowing that you're close by, safe and content, with him, puts him at ease
Yamamoto: Enjoys the simple act of cooking with you. He doesn't mind if you aren't that skilled at it, just watching as you chop the vegetables or stir the pot is enough to give him the warm fuzzies. Often he holds the spatula out to you so you can sample the dish and give your opinion on what it needs, a free hand cupped under your chin to catch any stray drops. No matter the end result, he considers the evening a success; it's time spent with you
Hibari: Meets your gaze from across a busy room, the two of you able to converse without words. The tilt of his chin, arch of his brow, thinning of his lips can all be easily deciphered by you after the many years you've spent by his side. Usually this will be his way of telling you that he wants to leave; it's a signal for you to say your goodbyes. He's tired of being around so many people, he'd rather spend whatever free time he has with you, at home
Ryohei: Feels the need to touch you all the time, often without him even realizing it. It could be an arm around your waist when you're at an event together. A squeeze to your elbow before he leaves your side, as if offering a wordless apology. A hand on the small of your back nudging you forward, so he can slip past you. Every touch reminding you of his presence, constant and steadfast. Just like the man himself
Mukuro: Traces designs on your skin when you're lying down together. Should you find it ticklish, it only serves to amuse him into doing it more. Now and then you'll concentrate on the path his finger takes, trying to figure out if he's drawing or writing something specific, only to give up. Asking is pointless because he won't give a straight answer. The truth is it's totally random. But on the rare occasion, he'll sketch jagged lines not unlike his hair, or just his name, over and over again
Chrome: Combs your hair for you after a bath or shower, insists on doing it even. The repetitive motion calms her, though she isn't quite sure why. All she knows is that she could detangle and smooth out knots in your hair for hours on end without growing tired. If it's possible to, she'll run her fingers through your locks after, smiling at the fruits of her labour. Might even press a kiss to them like some kind of shoujo prince
Reborn: Helps you out of your clothing after an event or long day. It's not a sexual thing for him, if he's being honest. Getting the opportunity to unzip your dress or unbutton your shirt for you feels like a privilege that you bestow upon him; a small way you let your guard down around a renowned hitman who could hurt you so easily, in theory. In practice, he can't imagine ever doing such a thing
