#tyl!

[quirkquess]

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[cornerabba]

Sun - TYL Tsuna concept.

[topititi]

I had to write a letter to my future self (10 years in the future) for the school sooo this what came out.

"Get ready TYL!Me because here comes a reflection Vongola style that I write while I listen KHR soundtrack"

[godzilla-e-books-blog]

I'll be the watcher of the eternal flames,

I'll be the guard dog of all your favorite dreams,

i found out that even ten years later tsuna would still be tiny compared to his boyfriends

[lets-imagine-some-khr]

Yay! Ask box is open! Could you please do TYL!Vongola (-Lambo) comfort their s/o who have panic disoder? Thank you and I love ur blog <3

Thank you sm sweetie!! And of course I’ll do that! I’m assuming that you meant headcannons? Sorry if that’s not what you wanted! I’m also sorry cuz my writing isn’t that good today so this might suck. -CJ

TYL!Tsuna

Tsuna would attempt to make the room his s/o was in as cmfortable as possible

He would wrap his s/o up in blankets and quietly tell them it would be okay and that there was nothing to be afraid of

He would try to distract his s/o’s thoughts by telling them stories from his dame-tsuna days

He would be hesitant to touch his s/o at first, not wanting to distress them farther

He would wipe his s/o’s tears gently and compliment them in a soothing voice

He lets it be known that he would never let anything happen to s/o and that if something did happen the person who did it would disappear in a matter of hours

Soft forehead kisses, and afterward he would call someone for advice

He wants to be there for his s/o, but doesn’t know exactly what to do

TYL! Yamamoto

He knows that his job would throw his s/o into panic, coming home late from a mission or getting injured

When these times do occur he makes sure to hold his s/o tightly against his chest, letting them hear his heartbeat and reassure his s/o that he was alright and that everything was going to be alright

He’ll rub gentle circles into his s/o’s back and slowly rock them back and forward in an attempt to calm them

He will kiss his s/o’s temple a lot aswell

He’ll whisper quietly phrases he knows could make his s/o feel better or at least he hopes so

He makes promises to his s/o, swearing that if a mission is too dangerous he wont go

He’ll make his s/o some of his famous sushi or his s/o’s favourite meal

He’ll wipe away his s/o’s tears so delicately his s/o barely feels his hand touch their face

TYL! Gokudera

Gokudera would immediately drop his work to come comfort his s/o

He’ll hold you as well but he will apologise and curse to himself while his s/o cries

He’ll ramble about anything and nothing at once, thinking maybe talking could distract you

He brings out Urie for you to play with

He will make you sit with him in his office after finding you

He’ll clutch your hand and give it an occasional squeeze of reassurance

If his s/o has a particularly bad attack he will call Shamal for advice/a possible check up

He would sing for his s/o and if there happens to be a piano nearby then he will play a particularly soothing piece for his s/o

TYL! Ryohei

Ryohei would pull his s/o into the biggest bear hug and ask demand to know what was wrong

He would list loudly the things he loves about his s/o

He would praise his s/o for being so strong and putting up with so much

He would check in on his s/o frequently after the following days of an attack

Manymanymany positive messages about how amazing his s/o is

He’ll invite his sister round, hoping some company could help you a bit

TYL!Hibari

Hibari knows that despite he himself seeing it as a weakness, that letting your emotions out was healthy and needed

In the beginning he didn’t know or understand really but realised that he would need to comfort you

Hibari doesn’t do comfort usually, so he would mostly sit silently, letting his s/o sob into his shoulder while maybe stroking their hair

He would call his s/o a carnivore for putting up with this daily

In public he will squeeze his s/o’s hand or possibly place his arm around their shoulder and hold them close

He would have his men check on you regularly

Hibird would be a comfort he would send to you before he would arrive

TYL! Chrome

She would give very quiet support to her s/o

she would softly take hold of their hand and maybe rub their arm for reassurance

She would definatly  conjure up some soft, comforting illusions for her s/o

She’ll have a range of exotic teas for her s/o to try in an attempt to calm her s/o down

She would probably shed a few tears aswell but she wouldn’t let her s/o see her

She will always be right beside her s/o on particularly bad days, she’ll refuse to go on missions and everything

TYL! Mukuro

He would attempt to make his s/o laugh, most likely with tales of him pranking the other vongola members

His illusions come into play to create a calm, relaxing atmosphere for his s/o

He would show them beautiful exotic lands and talk with them in the serenity of their own daydream

He would lay his s/o’s head over his lap and play with their hair, distracting them by talking and doing his signature laugh

He never wants to see his s/o so upset, they don’t need to go through this

This means he goes all out with his illusions to give his s/o a break from reality that is well needed for a while

[sanschips]

guess who got accepted in her dream school

[quess-writes]

Could you write something dark and a little angsty for Xanxus and Squalo? Like their s/o needs a heart transplant and they're going to get one, by any means necessary. (Haha sorry it's super specific)

//Nah be as specific as you want I really don’t mind. Squalo’s turned out longer than expected and Xaxnus’s shorter than I expected//

//On a side note: a heart transplant surgery requires approximately 4 hours//

Xanxus

5 hours left...

It was after a raid. A raid in which he once held great pride over.

It was an assassination of a alcohol company - which in itself wouldn’t have been notable, but this time it was a special sort of mission commissioned by the scum of a boss, Sawada Tsunayoshi, himself. Not that Xanxus really listened to him, he would’ve gone after the target anyways. After all, any rats tainting the Vongola name must be exterminated.

He got the general gist of what they stole: a powerful formula to disable the circulatory system. Turns out they’ve been planning to sneak it through the border in one of their branded wine barrels.

Time, location, numbers, and percentage - it’s all he needed. Scum was scum no matter what they stole. It didn’t matter to him.

Later that week, Squalo and the men he deployed came back with crates full of tequila and bourbon.

He barely lost any of his men (not that he cared as much - anything was better to get Squalo over his bitching), the mission succeeded within the calculated time, got rid of the rats and more, the worst injury the Varia dealt was an amputated leg, and the best part of all, he barely had to get off his ass.

And he had you to thank for it.

Not that he would admit it outright of course. But being the newest member of the Varia Elite, you took over as Squalo’s other half in battle; a competent leader with sharp instincts. Ever since you came, the rate of successful missions went up by four percent and well, let’s just say missions weren’t the only thing you succeeded at.

It was no secret you and Xanxus were in some sort of physical and emotional bond. It wasn’t a normal “relationship” per say but at least he actually gave a damn about you.

So to celebrate, Xanxus took you out on a nice date (which never happened to hookers or escorts he brought home before you).

That night, you confessed going steady.

“Let’s stop beating around the bush like some Disney rom-com. I like you Xanxus. More than just a fuck buddy- err... fuck subordinate?”

That night, you felt like you heart stopped when he said “yes”.

“I wouldn’t have taken scum out on a fucking date, idiot. You were mine to begin with.”

“Well, aren’t you prince charming?”

“Shut the fuck up and drink your wine. I’m giving you time until I finish this bottle. I’ve been dying to fuck your over my-.”

“Dammit Xanxus we’re in public.”

That night, you mumbled the sweetest words in his ears.

That night, you kissed him like it was your last.

That night, you were embraced by his warmth and love.

That night, you slept together.

That night, you never woke up.

Xanxus was greeted with your cold and unmoving body - the first thought he had was to quickly grab his guns and shoot the bastard who killed you. But after he sensed he was alone, he quickly grabbed you and hunted down Lussuria.

Turns out the raid you led wasn’t as successful as he initially thought. The worst immediate injury was an amputated leg. The worst, torturous injury was a biochemical pathogen from the small cut on your leg.

He had so little time - having not noticed you were slowly decaying from the inside out all night. And even less time when he went on a rampage trying to kill anything to sate his wrath. Squalo eventually shook him out of it when he said you needed a heart transplant now or else.

4 hours left...

Turns out, he couldn’t find a single donor or sacrifice that was compatible with you. And your breath was already fleeting by the second. Your skin was paling, a patchwork of purple and blue from your corroded flames. Spasms, foaming, and speech inability.

It sickened him to see you like this. He felt so powerless. It was like being encapsulated in that fucking ice again. Awake but unable to act.

3 hours, 59 minutes left...

Eventually he did find one. One in his immediate vicinity that was guaranteed at least 99% of your survival. Time was ticking and he had to make a choice. It was either you-

3 hours, 58 minutes left...

- or one of his most loyal men -

3 hours, 57 minutes left...

Superbi Squalo.

Squalo

You weren’t exactly the most physically strong, nor were you psychologically. So it was a wonder why you ever betrothed a man that required both. It was a taxing relationship, sure, but you loved your prideful little shark. Despite his profession, he was one of the most respectful individual you’ve ever met. He was protective but not possessive. He was constantly on edge and stressed from work yet always made time for you. He gave you his loyalty and love, which you returned with equal, if not more, ardor.

His favourite place to spend time with you was your in your family’s cafe. Good coffee, wine, desserts, and company. What more could he want? It was also there that he first met you. You weren’t a civilian to say, but you definitely weren’t involved in the mafia completely either. So when you saw his bloodied and ragged half-dead body in the back alleyway of your family’s shop, you hid and nursed him back to health. He wasn’t exactly the picture-perfect guest with his incessant screaming and refusal to accept aid but you somehow managed to come to an agreement when you told him he wasn’t indebted to you.

(You later found out it was because he didn’t want to endanger you or your family because of your kindness.)

Not that he agreed before he left. After a couple months of absence, Squalo suddenly showed up to your doorstep, in guise of wanting to “pay off his debt”. Your family took him in with open arms; your mother always waggling her eyebrows at you whenever you were alone with him and your father patting him on the back after protecting the store from some spiteful reviewers.

Your relationship followed naturally after that. You sought his respectable and sometimes adorable demeanor and he sought after your solace in contrast to his cruel world.

What he should’ve expected was that cruel world following his trail.

It was the a chilly fall day. He was heading over to the cafe after his meeting with an allied famiglia took longer than he expected. In his pocket was a wedding ring. Not one for dramatics, he already confessed that he’d propose to you sometime in the near future and you already said yes.

Squalo knew not to fall in love, to allow his loyalty to split between the man he’d follow til death and the woman he’d love until death did you part. He also knew the innate dangers that would follow you and yet you still agreed. He told you about everything - the stress, dangers, betrayal, trust - it wasn’t like he wanted to deter you away from him but he needed to.

Despite all that, you still remained loyal.

Too bad that loyalty costed you your life.

He heard gunshots and screaming from your direction.

He rushed over as fast as he could.

But it was too late.

The windows were shattered, civiliians ran, and the gunner shot himself. In the middle was you - bloodied and just barely hanging on the last thread of life with your parents desperately trying to reach the paramedics.

Squalo’s heart cracked and steeled, calling Lussuria and Mammon on the phone. Deaths weren’t uncommon, hell, being in the Varia meant facing certain doom on the daily. But seeing to someone he cared for like this? ...resurfaced painful memories.

You were rushed to the mafia’s top private medics while your parents wept silently in the waiting room. Squalo blamed himself, he blamed the damn meeting, and the damn gunner. But he had to stay calm - if not for himself, for you and your parents.

When news came that you needed a heart transplant, he his heart nearly split in two. He knew from experience how fucking painful a heart transplant was. There wasn’t even a word to describe the sensation. But above all else, he knew that a compatible donor was extremely difficult to find.

And lo and behold, there were no donors in the vicinity.

You only had a couple hours left. Time was ticking.

He had to make a split second decision.

No donors, but two sacrifices.

He ground his teeth together, knowing that you could never forgive him after this - he wouldn’t either.

He steeled his heart, and made sure his blade was sharpened. It was. It always was.

He loomed over the crying pair.

He whispered sweet nothings to your parents, reassuring your survival.

They tried to smile and comfort him as well through the salty tears and hoarse wails.

He steeled his heart.

To save you.

[aster-ria]

Bovino Lambo and Sawada I-Pin a.k.a. 10th Vongola Lightning Guardian and Martial arts Master