#khr varia

[hehedoesntdrawhere]

amano akira... you didn't just feed me varia in your most recent style... i am in love

#khr #katekyo hitman reborn #xanxus #squalo superbi #khr belphegor #khr fran #khr lussuria #chrome is a bonus and i love her #unis outfit is so cute #xanxus my man.. #khr varia

[myblacknightworld]

I made a new bunch of KHR memes plz laugh

#khr #katekyou hitman reborn #katekyo hitman reborn #tutor hitman reborn #khr fran #superbi squalo #khr varia #xanxus #mukuro rokudo #sawada tsunayoshi #yamamoto takeshi #khr meme

[moonlit-mystery-writer]

Varia Bedroom Headcanons

@myrmyrtheorca @childe-of-saulot @tangomagnolija @unwrathful @srtruth

I gotta be fully honest, accidentally put all my energy into Mammon's room lol. I tried to spread the love, I did, but how I imagine a lot of their rooms can be summed up quickly. Meanwhile, Viper's has layers lol.

Viper/Mammon

Viper’s room is painted in dark indigos and deep violets, making it look really dim. Also making it look dim is the fact they only keep about three lamps in there in total and all the tapestries on the walls and ceiling. Most of these tapestries are old items from the others. A stitched up blanket Squalo had once ripped in frustration, old curtains Lussuria tried to toss out because he didn’t like them anymore, and other items of categories like that. In fact, that’s how they get a lot of their furniture. Wobbly coffee tables fixed via putting a book under it, an electric fan that only works half the time, and stuff like that. There’s a chest at the foot of their bed full of old uniforms and clothes. Bel’s old uniform from when he was a kid? They have that. Some clothes Lussuria planned to donate to a thrift store? Mammon’s got them tucked away. They might have a bit of a hoarding problem… But that’s something to be addressed another time!

They have the second biggest bed in the Varia base, the number one spot obviously belonging to Xanxus. It’s a canopy bed, only adding to the things that hang down in their room. The bed is also pressed right up against a wall that has a window seat that they’ve added more cushions and pillows to. They mostly sleep on said window seat, mostly using their bed as glorified storage space for things like books and their money. The bed is also home to their copious amounts of blankets, yet again, mostly ones they’ve stolen from the others or ones they’ve put back together.

The crowning jewel of their room though simply must be all their books and trinkets. If a shelf isn’t stuffed full of books and reading materials, it’s lined with little things they’ve found. Almost every surface in the room has trinket trays that hold a cacophony of things. Little metal thread spools, cheap rings, cool rocks, and more. You can find just about anything in their room! In fact, it’s practically guaranteed if you lose something small in the Varia base that it’ll end up in their room. Good luck getting it back though, they don’t like others getting into their room.

TYl/Future Arc Fran

Fran actually keeps a lot of the things from Mammon’s room there still. He lessens how many blankets he uses, removes a lot of the tapestries, and little changes like that. But the most he adds to the room are little things like posters or his own odd decor and trinkets he finds. 

Belphegor

So! In canon, he’s ranked the second in having the messiest room, so ignoring the mess that’ll be there! I feel his room is, rather stereotypically for him, painted in a deep red. He doesn’t have much in terms of furniture outside of his bed, a desk, a tv, and an armchair. He does however have a ton of posters and pictures on his walls. Bands he’s listened to once, tv shows he’s never fully finished, pictures of missions he liked, and more. Though, the set of photos he likes the most and that he has hidden in a corner of his room under a poster are photos of him and the rest of the Varia. He finds it too cheesy to admit to any of them how much he likes the pictures, hence the hiding.

One of his odder decor pieces is a dart board that he uses for knife practice when he’s bored. The wall around it has holes from said practice that he claims are intentional. Whether that’s the truth or not, no one knows as he never uses it when there’s someone else in the room. 

He does have some fairy lights in his room, but he doesn’t use them often. 1. Because he yet again doesn’t want the others to know about them. 2. Because I personally headcanon as having a sensitivity to light for various reasons. Maybe him and his brother throwing rocks at each other’s heads as kids wasn’t the best idea… But that’s a health problem to be handled later!

Lussuria

(For pronoun clarification, I use all pronouns for Lussuria lol) His room is the definition of cozy and warm. Lots of warm colors that aren’t too bright, sun shaped wall decor, lots of mirrors. I imagine her room either has multiple windows or one big one, either way, it gets a lot of natural light. They also have a lot of potted plants like succulents, an assortment of fresh herbs, different flowers, and some ivy. Lussuria also has a collection of soft things, normally those plush things you can microwave to help with muscle aches. They help her a lot after training sessions or missions when she can’t use too much Sun flames.

Levi A Than

I’ll be fully honest, I have very few headcanons for Levi’s room. He’s a hard character to decorate for. However!! I feel like his room would be green, but like a dark and dull green. And obviously, he has a Xanxus shrine/a lot of photos of him on one of his walls. Also we know in canon he has and uses 116 alarm clocks apparently. So I can only imagine he has enough surface space to match. So either, a lot of tables or they’re set up all around his room and even on some shelves. Outside of that, he really just feels like the type of guy to keep his room rather plain.

Squalo Superbia

Much like the others, I feel like Squalo’s room color matches his flames. However, it’s far more of a grey-blue than a bright blue like Rain flames. He also feels like the kind of guy to keep things simple. A desk with a chair, some framed photos, rather average bedding, and such. The stand out feature of his room is his giant fish tank that takes up a good chunk of the room. Whether he simply has multiple fish or some mini sharks, they’re painfully spoiled for aquatic pets. Only the best for his babies! This also means in his room there’s always the faint sound of his tank’s filter.

Xanxus

And finally, the darling boss’ room! Breaking the trend of his subordinates, I feel like his room is a dark color like a deep grey or black. And, as mentioned in Viper/Mammon’s section, his bed is the biggest. I feel like he keeps his room rather simple, but not plain. Fancy style dressers, stylized shelves, and things like that. Things you’d expect to see from someone given not only his personality, but also given the fact he was raised to be Vongola Decimo. Plus, look at the dramatic chairs he has in canon. His other furniture simply has to match.

#katekyo hitman reborn #khr #khr xanxus #khr varia #khr viper #khr mammon #khr belphegor #khr levi #khr lussuria #khr squalo #superbia squalo #khr fran

[caelites]

Squalo day is finally here!! Buon compleanno Squalo! 🦈💙

#artists on tumblr #digital art #digital illustration #khr #thr #khr! #tutor hitman reborn! #tutor hitman reborn #katekyo hitman reborn! #katekyo hitman reborn #superbi squalo #superbia squalo #squalo superbi #khr squalo #khr varia #khr fanart #katekyo hitman reborn fanart #buon compleanno squalo

[rebornologist]

Hi! I read your KHR works on your tumblr and it’s so good !! Can I have a request for Xanxus and Squalo (separately) nsfw headcanon — if their s/o want to help them relax (in sex) and initiate??

It’s alright if you’re not comfortable for writing this tho. Please take your time and have a good day!!

warnings: mentions of sex and feat. established relationships, but nothing really that graphic or alarming (surprisingly, but these are just some headcanons so ig it checks)

♡ For Squalo, chances are that his S/O is the person who initiates more often than him. The reason that he isn’t the one propositioning is because he’s often tired after a long day at work and sex isn’t the number one thing on his mind. That can be changed, quite easily, might I add. I’ve said before that his ego is huge and it takes just a little stroking before he’s absolutely wrapped around your finger and letting you stroke something else of his.

He’s open to his partner taking the lead, and especially loves a good soak in the bath with them that turns a little more slippery. It’s not something that happens every time they bathe together, but he knows when his partner has that in mind for them when they join him with a knowing smirk and a certain look in their eyes.

୨୧ ⁺˳₊

♡ With Xanxus, it can go either way. If he’s in a bad mood, it’s more difficult to change his mind and suggest that he expel his anger with some action (I fear you would not want to bear the brunt of his annoyance, anyway). But in the case that he’s in a good mood, he’s even easier to charm into the bedroom.. or on top of his office table… or under the luxury waterfall shower… or… you get the picture.

Xanxus would have to be in a very good mood to let his partner take the lead in any way. You know the quote, “everything is about sex, but sex is about power”? That’s what comes to mind with him. He’s adamant about liking sex his way, and doesn’t have the curiosity or patience to put up with exploring too much outside of his comfort zone. On the flip side, he’s not difficult to please… kind of. I think his partner would just have to have quite a bit of stamina, because that guy fucks… He’s quite animalistic, almost shameless in his approach and always ends up in situations that are very heated.. and messy… and noisy.

He would greatly appreciate an invitation from his partner for him to lie back and let them ride him, granted he still is given free reign to grip them roughly by the hips or grope their ass and run his thick fingers up the column of their throat and around to the back of their neck, controlling the pace from under them. Even if you did intend to do most of the work, there’s not a lot of control that he is willing to give up. Regardless, he appreciates the gesture and begins to expect it from time to time, since it reassures him of your interest in him. He’s a confident and powerful man, but there’s a deep-seated insecurity that he’s slowly been tending to and healing from via the respect and loyalty of the people who stick by him.

accidentally forgor to insert a cut.. oops

#hitman reborn #khr #katekyo hitman reborn #khr headcanons #khr x reader #xanxus khr #superbi squalo #squalo x reader #xanxus x reader #khr varia

[hehedraws]

belfran featuring xanxus and lussuria's instagram story

#katekyo hitman reborn #khr #varia #khr varia #khr fran #belphegor #khr belphegor #xanxus #khr xanxus #belfran #b26 #is that their ship code or whatever #hehedraws

[scarletmaster143]

I want to see byakuran, xanxus and mukuro trying to do something nice for tsuna

Just imagine

1. They will be at each other's throat constantly

2. Mukuro vs Byakuran on who knows tsuna more (in a very creepy way)

3. Xanxus being disGUSTED™ and not giving a single flying fuck

It would be glorious

#khr varia #khr #katekyo hitman reborn #sawada tsunayoshi #xanxus #byakuran #rokudo mukuro

[hopeswriting]

EVENT: KHR Rare Pair Week 2023

PROMPT: Day 3 - Body Switching

TITLE: Tsuna’s and Xanxus’ Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

AUTHOR: @hopeswriting

RATING: T

PAIRINGS: Sawada Tsunayoshi & Xanxus-centric, Varia & Xanxus, Reborn & Sawada Tsunayoshi

SUMMARY:

In which Tsuna and Xanxus wake up in each other's body.

Wait, what?

TAGS: Humor, Developing Relationship/Understanding, Introspection, POV INsider

WARNING: Swearing

LINKS: Ao3 & Ff.net

[Plain text:

EVENT: KHR Rare Pair Week 2023

PROMPT: Day 3 - Body Switching

TITLE: Tsuna’s and Xanxus’ Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

AUTHOR: @hopeswriting​

RATING: T

PAIRINGS: Sawada Tsunayoshi & Xanxus-centric, Varia & Xanxus, Reborn & Sawada Tsunayoshi

SUMMARY:

In which Tsuna and Xanxus wake up in each other's body.

Wait, what?

TAGS: Humor, Developing Relationship/Understanding, Introspection, POV INsider

WARNING: Swearing

LINKS: Ao3 & Ff.net /End PT]

*

Tsuna opens his eyes normally while his mind snaps awake, ripped away from sleep by the chill running down his spine. It bites down past his skin through his muscles deep into his bones, goosebumps all over his body.

He curls up on himself deeper in the blanket, wrapping it around him as tight as possible and holding onto it for dear life. It changes nothing, his body badly shaking, his teeth chattering.

He has no trouble holding onto the blanket despite how badly he shakes, and had no trouble grabbing onto it either. He caught a glimpse of his hands as he curled up on himself, of his non-shaking hands, but that can't be right. He's shaking, he knows he is. He feels like he should be anyway.

He's cold. Not a "taking a cold shower" type of cold because he knows what that feels like, and this feels much worse in a way he's never felt before. Like—maybe he'd feel like that if he was dumped in a frozen lake in the middle of the coldest winter.

He's cold.

He's cold.

Tsuna's breath hitches at the carpet on the floor. He doesn't have a carpet in his room, and there are no rays of light shining on it from his window either.

Where is his window?

He doesn't see the shadow of Reborn's hammock on the floor either, and has to look much farther from the foot of the bed to catch sight of the door. Everything else hits him at once, the too comfortable and large bed, the too soft and heavy blanket—blankets—, the too big and luxurious room, and his breathing stops altogether.

Tsuna isn't in his room.

Tsuna shoots up on the bed, wildly flicking his eyes around the room and listening in for any noise for any clue of where he is and who he might be with, his heart beating in his chest.

Where the hell is he?

Did someone kidnap him in the middle of the night? But how could anyone ever get past Reborn? Is everyone else safe?

Tsuna thinks he sits up on the bed. He actually stands, holding onto guns, his heart beating at a steady pace. His body moved easily too, his eyes staying open without difficulty. He's clearly wide awake and well-rested, but he feels sluggish, heavy and tired, having woken up much earlier than he usually does if the darkness in the room is anything to go by.

What?

Tsuna looks down at the guns, but the first thing he actually notices is how far the floor is and how long his legs are, and how he wears a pajama he doesn't own. He does recognize the guns, but the hands are unfamiliar, too big, calloused and scared.

Tsuna inhales a sharp breath, dropping the guns on the floor. He scrambles for the wardrobe, for the full-length mirror on one of its doors, and flinches back at his reflection.

He freezes, looking at it with wide eyes.

Looking at Xanxus' reflection, and he watches as his face twists and crumbles in horror, confusion and panic.

What?

What?

What the actual fuck?

*

There are so many things wrong, Xanxus doesn't even know where to fucking start.

The cold, for one. He still feels cold, but that's the only thing it seems to be, a feeling. He feels warm too, is warm, and that can't be just a feeling because how the hell would he even remember how that feels like with any accuracy whatsoever?

His consciousness' coming back to him annoyingly too slowly, as if he's ever been not-cold enough to sleep in since they got him out of that damn ice. Why the fuck those trashes would even let him sleep in either way? And how would he do it even if they did when no one in that damn mansion can do anything quietly unless they're on a job?

The shitty bed and pillow under him aren't his, the thin pajama he's wearing and the thin blanket over him sure as hell aren't either, the smells in the room unfamiliar, and the sunlight shining on him doesn't come from the right direction. It isn't quiet either wherever he is, but the noises coming from downstairs aren't any he recognizes.

Where the fuck is he and who brought him here?

How did they manage to get past all the Varia and kidnap him from the Varia mansion? Kidnap him from his own goddamn bedroom?

How did they manage to get past him to even kidnap him?

They better fucking be someone highly qualified and better be fucking ready for a gruesome and painful death too, even more so if they already bragged about it to anyone else.

Xanxus finally opens his eyes and takes notice of his surroundings. Will take notice of his surroundings anyway, as soon as he's done taking his sweet fucking time blearily and sleepily blinking his eyes open.

Jesus fucking Christ—

"Let me help you with that."

Xanxus tenses, but from the way the kick sinks in his side without resistance, it seems he actually didn't fucking do that. He's kicked out of the bed and wants to maneuver himself mid-air to land on his feet, but gracelessly falls face down on the floor instead.

What the fuck happened to him?

His body isn't responding to his mind, and it's already giving him a fucking headache.

Xanxus hears himself groan in a voice that isn't his, but mostly he can't believe it hurts at all. Not actual hurt as the kick clearly wasn't meant to inflict any actual damage, and yet that he still registers pain from such a pathetic kick?

Whatever was done to his body and whoever did it will pay the price for it a hundred folds.

Xanxus rises on all fours, turning to look at the bastard who kicked him, and ideally also the one who's responsible for all this. "Reborn!" he whines before he has any chance to stop it like it's second nature.

What?

The trash brat's trash baby stands on the bed, smirking as he looks at him, and though it'd explain most of everything happening, Xanxus refuses to entertain the thought.

"Who the fuck do you think you're kicking like some worthless scum?"

For a split-second, the trash baby's face turns stone-cold, any amusement wiped from his face, but he smooths his expression again so fast, Xanxus might have been fooled thinking it never changed at all. "You're going to be late for school. Hurry up and get ready for the day."

Xanxus stands, glowering at him. Now at least he's wide awake along with his senses, but he's sure as hell not about to thank him for it. "Don't fucking order me around, trash."

The trash baby misses a purposeful beat, his eyes intent and unblinking on him. Then he smirks wider, splitting his face in half, a gleam shining in his eyes.

The temperature in the room drops several degrees, goosebumps rising all over his skin.

The trash baby all but purrs, "Say that to me again?"

*

Tsuna shrieks like his life depends on it and can't find anything funny in seeing Xanxus do the same in the mirror, instead only growing more horrified by the absurdity of such a sight. He brings his hands to his face, roughly palms every inch of it he can, and despairs the longer Xanxus keeps doing the same at the same time as him.

Is this really happening?

Please, tell him it's not really happening.

Tsuna whips around, his hands flying behind his back, and he tenses at not finding anything for them to grab onto. He needs a moment for all of it to catch up to him, to realize he's not still looking in the mirror, to stop feeling like he still is.

The lag between his mind and body is jarring, making him nauseous, and only because this is Xanxus' body he stays steady on his feet.

Tsuna needs another moment to register the sight of Squalo standing in front of the door. His face's unreadable, but everything about him is cold, his sword drawn out of his hand, his eyes boring into him.

"S—Squalo-san?" he squeaks. Squalo lets go of his killing intent, his face turning dark, and Tsuna almost throws up for real when it washes over him. "W—wait—!" he says, raising his hands in front of him.

"Who the fuck are you and what did you do to Boss?" he asks, marching forwards.

"W—wait, please! It's me, Sawada Tsunayoshi! I'm Tsuna, I swear!"

Thankfully, Squalo freezes. "The fuck—"

"What did you say?" Mammon says over him, appearing in the air next to him, and Tsuna startles.

No, his mind does, but he only looks at them like he knew they were there all along.

"I'm Tsuna," he says again. "I don't know what's going on either. I just woke up and… I was like this."

The room goes dead silent, the tension in the air thick, and Squalo and Mammon exchange a long and charged glance. Tsuna tenses when Mammon flies towards him, but stays put.

He stays put too when they rest their hand against his forehead, and whatever they do, Tsuna doesn't feel anything.

"It's true," they say after a moment, pulling their hand away and turning to Squalo. "The mind in Boss' body right now is Tsunayoshi Sawada's."

"The fuck?" Squalo barks out, the words clearly not what he was hoping to hear.

"I don't know. I might figure something out by looking more into it, but…"

"Spill it."

"Well, of course it's too soon to draw any conclusion, but this doesn't seem to be a case of possession. If it was, Boss' body's muscle memory wouldn't still be clearly his, and so wouldn't work faster than Tsunayoshi's mind can keep up with it. It seems Tsunayoshi might just really have woken up in the wrong body, somehow."

Possession… Would Mukuro maybe know more about this?

Tsuna widens his eyes, his breath catching in his throat. "Wait, what about me?" he blurts out. "My—my body, I mean. What's happening to it right now?"

Mammon huffs. "Take a wild guess. And it'd be for the best if it was the correct one too, so we better hope it is."

Squalo grits his teeth hard, so much so it's obvious all the way from where Tsuna stands. Then he pinches the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut, and thankfully retracting his sword.

A hysterical laugh tumbles from Tsuna's lips.

He thinks he has it bad right now?

Tsuna doesn't even want to think about what the "correct guess" is, or he'll lose it for real.

"VOI!" Squalo shouts. "Hurry your asses and get in here!"

The rest of the Varia doesn't wait to be told twice, Levi A Than just about bursting inside the room, holding onto his parabolas. Lussuria and Belphegor follow after him, with Belphegor holding onto one of his knives.

"Boss, are you all right?" Levi A Than shouts. "Who do I need to kill? Please, just give me your orders—"

"Shut the fuck up, Levi!" Squalo cuts him off. "Go look at the footage from last night from when Boss went to sleep, and look into anything weird you'll notice." Levi A Than seems about to argue, but a sharp look from Squalo shuts him up again and sends him on his way, however reluctantly. "Luss, go check on our security system. Run all our security protocols again and see if anything's amiss."

"Boss's fine though, yes?" Lussuria asks, his tone pleasant and light, but the feel of him trailing his eyes up and down Xanxus' body feels anything but. "He doesn't need any of my beautiful Sun flames, does he?"

"At least not for now," Mammon says.

Lussuria keeps his eyes on him another beat before leaving in turn.

Belphegor laughs. "What's going on though? Why is Boss… standing and looking like that? Fill in the prince too right now, peasants."

"Later," Squalo says. "Go clear the way to Boss' office. We can't let anyone see him like this."

"Make sure it's safe too," Mammon adds.

"Obviously, the prince isn't stupid. But wouldn't you do a better job at that, Mammon? Considering what seems to be going on here."

The three of them exchange glances before Mammon disappears in Mist flames and Belphegor lazily follows after them, walking out of the room.

The silence's tensed and suffocating once only Squalo and him are left. Squalo stays put right where he stands, maybe guarding the door considering he can also keep his eyes on the window from where he is.

He's looking at him though. He doesn't seem to find the sight pleasing, but seems even more unwilling to look away.

Tsuna can't mind it for long. The shock, confusion and panic of his sudden predicament took his mind off of it a little, but now it wore off and the Varia took things under control, all he can feel—all he can focus on again is how cold he feels.

He's hugging himself, rubbing his arms up and down, and he doesn't remember when he started doing it but it doesn't help at all. He doesn't shake, his teeth not chattering either, but he feels like he should, and he'd swear he is, can only be.

Tsuna's too cold to realize when they get him in Xanxus' office, sitting in the chair behind the desk, the others spread around the room. He distantly focuses on them again when Lussuria and Levi A Than walk inside the office too.

"The fuck?" Squalo rounds on them instantly.

"You can fight me on it," Levi A Than bites back, standing his ground. "The others can take care of it. Boss doesn't hire useless and incompetent trashes."

"What he said," Lussuria says. "Besides, you can't expect us to not want to be here too, Captain. We don't even know what's going on yet."

"Tsunayoshi Sawada is currently the one in Boss' body," Mammon says.

There's a stunned beat of silence before Belphegor laughs. "For real?"

"Wait, so where's the boss'… mind right now?" Levi A Than asks urgently.

"I'm cold." Tsuna could have as well fired a gun from the way they snap their attention to him, stilling and quieting down, but he's too cold to care. "I'm really, really cold."

"Suck it up," Squalo says.

"No, you don't understand." A bitter, angry and hateful look flickers across all their faces, but Tsuna's too cold to care. "I'm really—I'm freezing. I need—"

The heaviest and warmest blankets they have, all of them. A heavy and warm coat. A scarf, gloves and a beanie. Warmer clothes than just a pajama and more layers than he's already wearing.

Something.

Anything.

"Why am I this cold?"

It's not the temperature, that much is clear by looking at them. But he could have told either way because he's freezing from the inside out.

"Take a wild guess, peasant." Belphegor isn't smiling, let alone laughing, and the hard line of his lips is accusing, if not downright hostile. "It's not as if you don't have anything to do with it."

"What?"

Mammon clicks their tongue. "You're not stupid, Tsunayoshi Sawada. You feel cold in Boss' body? You don't say."

It hits Tsuna like a truck, and for that one moment, he forgets about the cold entirely.

He's freezing from the inside out. From a type of cold he's never felt before and one that doesn't have anything to do with the temperature.

"No," he says with a strangled voice, shaking his head. "That can't be. This isn't—" Is this the after-effect of the Zero Point Breakthrough? His stomach twists, his voice strangling on itself further. "Th—then… what does he do to make himself feel better?"

"He sucks it up," Squalo grounds out through gritted teeth, and there's no pity on his face as he looks at him.

"B—but—"

"Tsunayoshi-kun," Lussuria cuts him off, and Tsuna needs a moment to realize he's the one talking, the ever-lightness and pleasantness in his voice nowhere to be heard. "We could let you do everything you could think of to make you feel warmer, but all it'd do is give you a heatstroke. And I'm afraid you'll just have to trust us on this. We would know."

"Wait." Tsuna stands on shaky legs, leaning his hands on the desk. "Wait, wait, what are you saying? Isn't this… just occasional? It… passes, right?"

Their silence speaks for them, and there's no pity on their faces as Tsuna widens his eyes in horrifying realization.

Xanxus always feels like this? Always feels this freezing cold?

Xanxus' always been feeling like this ever since they got him out of the ice?

Was he feeling like this too while in the ice?

Tsuna's stomach rolls violently, his legs almost buckling under him as he bends over the desk, bile rising up his throat. He slaps his hand against his mouth, tears welling up in his eyes, and only distantly hears the others' abrupt and aborted movement to come closer.

Tsuna's cold. He's cold. He's cold.

The Ninth did this to Xanxus?

Tsuna did this to him too.

He used the Zero Point Breakthrough on him knowing exactly it was already used on him once and for how long it was used on him, and he never spared it a second thought since. He didn't spare it a second thought while he did it either and felt right doing it.

Tsuna laughs, but it sounds more like sobs, and the tears in his eyes aren't only because of the bile caught in his throat.

They are turning him into Vongola Decimo, slowly but surely, and just slowly enough Tsuna had yet to even realize it.

*

The trash brat's body is a joke, and even if it isn't his, it still hurts his pride he isn't able to put up a fight whatsoever against that damned trash baby of his. Especially when the trash baby isn't even trying even though the trash brat's body still feels his hits land.

Xanxus eventually and very reluctantly stops trying to fight back. The trash baby holds him nose to nose by two fistfuls of his shirt, standing on the floor, forcing him to bend his body uncomfortably low.

"Now," he says. "Who are you, and what happened to the original owner of this body?"

Ha. He's worried now, is he? As if he didn't just beat him up into submission without any hesitation whatsoever.

As if he isn't the most dangerous thing around and to the trash brat.

"Let go of me, and maybe I can go take a fucking look and tell you."

He keeps holding onto him a moment longer, but then smirks, letting go of him. "Just try anything and see how well it'll go for you."

"Fuck off."

Xanxus goes into the bathroom, locking the door behind him just to piss him off before standing in front of the mirror above the sink.

The trash brat looks back at him.

And it's not as if Xanxus didn't already figure it out, but fucking hell.

Xanxus grits his teeth hard to not destroy the bathroom, starting with the mirror. Instead he takes off his shirt, wanting to see if whatever this is might have left a helpful mark on the trash brat's body. He also needs to check if he can still use flames, whether his or the trash brat's, whichever ones will work.

He's still warm.

A slight chill does run through the trash brat's body, but it's insignificant compared to how warm he still is. Xanxus' shirtless, standing in a bathroom but still feeling warm, and it brings all thoughts in his head to a screeching halt.

Xanxus ruthlessly and mercilessly makes them keep going again. He took the cold with him once they finally got him out of that damn ice, and the one silver lining to that is that he couldn't quite remember anymore how it feels to be warm anyway.

Xanxus doesn't plan to stay in this body a second longer than he has to, and the last thing he needs is to accurately remember again how warmth feels like once he'll be back in his body.

His thoughts stray away again as he flicks his eyes over the trash brat's body. It's… the body of a boy. Of a kid.

It doesn't look weak or out of shape, is already marred and scared too, but Xanxus can still easily count the marks on it. His skin's still soft and pliant to his touch too, nothing like his own body.

Obviously there's no point comparing the trash brat to him when he spent the first years of his life in the slums, but he's known children under ten years old whose bodies looked more prepared for their world ever since the old fart took him in. As it should be if they hope to reach adulthood relatively in one piece.

The trash brat's a kid. A civilian.

The Vongola Ring looks entirely out of place on his small and slender fingers like it might break them under its weight any second now.

The trash brat's a kid, but he's the one they chose over him? He's the one they decided they'll break and build again into Vongola Decimo? The one they decided to bet on the fact he'll survive them breaking him before building him up again?

Xanxus watches the trash brat's face twist in distaste.

He could have done without the reminder of just what kind of world the mafia world is on this already shit day he's having, thank you very fucking much.

*

Tsuna ended up throwing up, and crying a little too to his mortification, but Mammon constructed a bucket on the desk before he could make a mess out of it. They put it away in the corner the furthest away from all of them, and thankfully whichever security protocol keeping the office's window secure had already been checked by then, allowing them to open it.

They allowed him one blanket too, and though it makes no difference to how cold he feels, he says nothing.

"What now?" he asks.

"We wait to hear from Boss," Squalo says.

"If he really is safe and sound in Tsunayoshi-kun's body at his home like we assume he is," Lussuria says. "At which point are we supposed to assume otherwise if we don't hear from him?"

An almost imperceptible uneasy feeling washes over them.

Mammon and Belphegor are the first to speak up at the same time.

"Tsunayoshi woke up at 5 a.m. sharp, the same time Boss does."

"The peasant woke up at exactly the same time Boss does."

They all turn their attention on him, and he needs a moment to catch up. "Oh! Right, sorry. Um, today's a school day, so I'll be up at 7 a.m.."

"Around noon then," Lussuria says.

Squalo nods. "We'll decide on our next course of action if we still don't hear from him by 1 p.m.."

"We should just take the jet to Japan right now."

Levi A Than's words are met with Belphegor's scoff and Squalo clicking his tongue.

"When we're not even sure yet if he's actually there?" Squalo asks.

"We can't just use the jet like that either, you know this, Levi-chan. Especially to go to Namimori, Japan, of all places."

Levi A Than steps forwards, lightning crackling in the air. "I'll go look for Boss alone if I have to."

Squalo flares his Rain flames too, staring him down, and Belphegor takes out a second knife to play with.

"Stop it, all of you," Mammon says. "Levi, you're worried, of course you are. But letting it get the best of you won't be of any help right now."

For a moment Tsuna fears they won't listen to reason, but then Levi A Than steps back and Squalo looks away from him.

"Too bad," Belphegor says before laughing. He doesn't put away his second knife, but it doesn't seem to bother the others. "Should the prince be the one to say what you peasants don't want to say then?" Their faces turn sharper, and Tsuna himself straightens in his chair, frowning. "As of now, this is most likely looking to be the result of an inside job, or at least something an insider helped make happen."

Squalo scoffs. "So what? It still wouldn't explain shit about how they managed to pull it off."

"But it'd still be somewhere to start."

"Are you volunteering to catch them, Bel-chan?"

"Wouldn't Mammon do a faster job at it?"

"Don't I always turn out to be better at doing your jobs one way or another? What a funny coincidence."

Belphegor laughs. "If you ask nicely, then the prince might be willing to advise you and lend you his skills in all his generosity."

"Anything else?" Squalo cuts in.

"Well, not that the prince cares, but shouldn't we notify Vongola Nono of this?"

Squalo's jaw ticks. "We wait to hear from Boss first. We were compromised. Vongola might have been too."

"I don't know about that," Mammon says, and Tsuna catches himself in time to not nod in agreement. "Boss' Varia is the Varia, of course, but Vongola is also Vongola. Besides, we're independent from them. It's unlikely they were compromised too."

"Then?" Squalo barks out, maybe more aggressively than he meant, looking at each of them in turn.

"I agree with the captain," Lussuria says, leaning away from the wall. "It'd be wiser to keep things between us until we have a better grasp on the situation."

"Then we also have to make sure the Varia works as it normally does," Levi A Than adds.

Lussuria claps his hands together, his face brightening. "Oh my, Levi-chan, my thoughts exactly! Aren't you ever so reliable?"

Levi A Than huffs, crossing his arms on his chest. "Don't look down on me. I'm Boss' most trusted man."

"All right, scums, there you have it!" Squalo shouts. "Mammon, you make more of you so there's always someone with Boss. The real one stays."

"Obviously."

"The fake you will go catch any rats that might be scurrying around. Levi, Luss, get the fuck back to your jobs. And you better fucking be hoping no rat has already made this harder than it has to be."

"Aw, Squalo-chan. You're only able to say this because you weren't the one who had to leave Boss' side at such a time."

"Trash prince, you and I will make sure this place keeps running as it's supposed to."

"Call me trash prince again, you peasant shark."

"W—wait," Tsuna says. "Mammon-san doesn't have to do that, I can stay alone. I won't go anywhere and I'll make sure no one else see me—"

"Ah, Tsunayoshi-kun, one last thing before we go," Lussuria cuts him off like he didn't speak up at all. "Would you please do something about Boss' flames?"

Tsuna blinks. "What… about them?"

"Oh, please!" Levi A Than snaps, startling him. "They're all over the place and—" He snaps his mouth shut, clenching his jaw. "They don't feel anything like Boss."

Mammon sighs. "If you can't stop them from leaking out of you, would you at least do something about your state of mind? It's… distracting."

Only then Tsuna notices how tense they are, how stiff Lussuria's smile is on his lips. But wasn't it because of their current situation?

Tsuna can't control Xanxus' flames though. He hadn't realized they'd been slipping in the air all this time, but he already tried to call them to him, hoping it might make him feel warmer, but the cold—

"I can't—" Lussuria stops smiling, tightly pursing his lips instead while Levi A Than's face twists in such disdain, yet the expression on their faces and the look in their eyes is familiar, making his heart clench. He swallows thickly, a lump in his throat. He nods. "I—I'll try."

Tsuna closes his eyes and reaches deep within himself, deep within Xanxus to where his flames are. It's colder and colder the deeper he goes, the closer he gets to the core of his flames, and then he slams against the same wall of ice as before just before he can access his flames.

White-hot cold assaults his senses, burning ice running through his veins instead of blood, and like before, he almost blacks out.

The first time Tsuna hastily pulled away, but this time he grits his teeth hard and pushes through the wall of ice.

He doesn't feel warmer once he can finally access Xanxus' flames, spreading them throughout his body, but does feel better, and he'll take anything he can get. He keeps his flames running through him, but calls back to him the flames that slipped in the air outside his body.

The others' relief's instantaneous and obvious, their flames losing the tension and sharp edge to them, no doubt despite themselves, and Tsuna's heart clenches harder than before.

They care so much. He would know, because that's how his Guardians—his friends, his family look at him too.

Doesn't Xanxus realize just how much he already has? Does he truly not care?

Does he really think it worthless compared to him ruling Vongola to the point he risked it all twice? To the point he was so resolved and desperate to make it happen no matter what and who he had to sacrifice along the way?

Tsuna's people is all he'll ever need, and to him, they'll always be worth more than anything else in the world.

Then again, one thing the world first taught him is that he doesn't get to be greedy.

Maybe Xanxus just can't bear the thought of having to relearn he can't always have all he wants from the world after all.

*

The trash baby throws him clothes as soon as he steps out of the bathroom.

"What the hell is this?"

"Get back in there and get ready for the day. I won't say it again."

"Is this a fucking school uniform?" he says, holding the clothes in front of him.

"Tsuna is a fifteen years old middle schooler, and today's Tuesday. What else were you planning on doing?"

"Don't fuck with me."

"Xanxus, right?" Xanxus can't stop himself from sneering. Why is he asking something he already knows? This is why Xanxus hates the trash baby's type the most. "I thought so," he says, smirking. "If we keep to Tsuna's usual routine, acting as if this… body swap failed, whoever did it might just show us their face. I trust the Varia will take good care of Tsuna in the meantime, won't they?" Xanxus scoffs. They better fucking be. If they let that trash brat do anything harmful to his body, there'll be hell to pay. "Would they pick up if we were to contact them right now?"

Xanxus flicks his eyes to the alarm clock, and almost laughs. It's 7:37, and considering he wakes up at 5, he sure fucking hopes they don't need seven hours to secure the mansion and their communication lines, and get them up and running again. "They will."

The trash baby takes a moment to consider. "Well, considering they have yet to try to contact us, things must be going well enough over there too. Let's go eat breakfast first. Hurry it up."

Xanxus stays put, glaring down at him for a long moment of tensed silence because he still has some fucking pride left even if he's in the trash brat's body. He eventually goes back inside the bathroom, but only because he's hungry too.

Xanxus doesn't know what to expect as they walk downstairs, but that perfect picture of a family isn't it. The kitchen's noisy and lively, the trash brat's mother happily cooking more food for the ones at the table to eat. The kids laugh and scream and bicker, talking over each other and making a mess of their food. Poison Scorpion is there too, for some fucking reason, giving the trash baby heart eyes.

It's another type of warmth Xanxus didn't get to know even before they got him in the ice and his brothers died, and he can't reconcile it with the idea of one of the empty two chairs left at the table being his.

"Good morning, Tsuna—" the trash brat's mother starts, turning to look at them. She gasps. "Tsuna! What happened to your face?"

"He fell from his bed while sleeping," the trash baby says.

Xanxus scoffs. "The fuck I did."

There's a chorus of gasps from the kids and again from the trash brat's mother, but he ignores it, making himself take a seat at the table.

The cow brat laughs. "Tsuna-nii said a bad word!"

"Is everything okay, Tsuna-nii?" the older-looking kid asks, a worried frown between his brows.

Wait, isn't he the Ranking Prince? The fuck?

"Mind your own damn business," he says before starting to eat, ignoring the look Poison Scorpion sends the trash baby.

Someone pinches and pulls at his cheek, turning his head to them. "Sawada Tsunayoshi!" the trash brat's mother says, frowning down at him. "You will watch that mouth of yours under my roof and in front of the children. What even has gotten into you all of a sudden anyway?"

Fuck the shitty senses this body has!

Xanxus' been in a constant state of high awareness ever since he woke up to make up for the much smaller scope of his surroundings he can keep track of in this body, and not only it's bound to take its toll on him, making him even more vulnerable than he already is, but that it doesn't even let him see something like this coming, let alone let him avoid it?

So what if the trash brat wouldn't consider any of the people here as a risk to keep track of?

It's just plain fucking common sense to always keep being aware of your surroundings anyway!

Xanxus has barely opened his mouth that the trash baby makes sure no words come out of it by focusing his killing intent on him for a split-second. "He just had a rough night, Mama," he says. "Don't worry."

"Don't try to cover for him, Reborn-kun," she says, but lets go of his cheek anyway. She puts her hands on her hips, a stern look on her face. "Don't you let me hear you speak like that again, you hear me, Tsuna?"

Xanxus loses track of his thoughts despite himself. Is he being scolded right now?

By the trash brat's mother?

Is he on the other side of a mother's scolding right now?

"Mama scolded Tsuna-nii!" the cow brat sings now. "Lambo-san never gets scolded because he always listens to Mama!"

"Liar, Lambo!" the Chinese kid says. "And leave Tsuna-nii alone, you're being mean!"

The cow child sings louder, and despite her words, she can't stop herself from laughing at it along with the Ranking Prince.

"Men should know how to speak with class and elegantly," Poison Scorpion says like she's imparting him some fucking truth about the world. "Isn't that right, Reborn?"

"Yes, yes," the trash brat's mother is the one to agree, going back to cooking. "They also should know how to speak romantically, isn't that right?"

Ha. This is family. Family, not Family.

Ha! The trash brat has so much to protect, has so much to lose, of course he was as resolved and desperate as him to win the Rings Battles that day.

This is stooping so low even scum mafiosi would spit at your face, yet the old fart had something to say about his character? He sends the World's Greatest Hitman of all people to the trash brat, but Xanxus is the one who wasn't a good enough person in his eyes?

And what to say of the trash baby?

Xanxus catches his eye, and he's not quite sure of what kind of expression he's wearing, but the scathing mockery in his voice is unmistakable. "'Mama', is it?"

Obviously the trash brat considers the trash baby one of his too, but how fucking shameless do you have to be to let it happen? And he's the one finding Xanxus not good enough too?

What a fucking joke.

Sure, Xanxus would have killed even the five years old cow brat to get his hands on the rings, but at least that's all he'd have done to him.

*

It's plenty awkward when only Mammon and him are left in the office, but Tsuna gets over it soon. Mammon mostly ignores him, sitting on the desk, not doing anything or even moving as far as Tsuna can tell. Maybe they're focusing on whatever their Mist double's doing, or maybe, when Tsuna feels their eyes on him, they're looking into his mind for any clue. If they are, Tsuna can tell and he'd rather not ask.

He leaves them to it, busying himself with the closest book to him on the desk. It's about economics, and likely doesn't bore him to death or to sleep only because he's reading it with Xanxus' brain, not that he still understands any of it.

The others drop by often enough for news, but nothing else much happens otherwise as the hours silently pass between Mammon and him.

By 12: 50 p.m. everyone's in the office again, and at 1 p.m. sharp, the phone rings.

Tsuna hurries to pick it up. "H—hello? Xanxus?"

"Put it on speaker," the Varia says as one at the same time Mammon pushes said button on the phone.

"Don't you fucking dare speak like that using my mouth and voice."

It's a relief to so obviously hear Xanxus speak in his voice, but Tsuna still entirely misses his chance to indignantly tell him to not speak like that with his mouth and voice.

"Boss!" Levi A Than wails, utter relief in his voice. "Are you all right? Please, punish me in any way you see fit for letting this happen to you!"

Belphegor laughs. "Boss, are you really in the peasant's body right now?"

"Are you?" Mammon asks too, an amused smile on their lips.

"Oh, I know exactly what you're thinking of, Mammon-chan," Lussuria says excitedly. "We must go to Japan as soon as we can to see it for ourselves."

"Ha!" Squalo laughs. "Why don't you let this experience humble you a little, you shitty boss?"

"Shut the fuck up, you scums."

"You're on speaker over here too," Reborn says.

"Reborn!" Tsuna shouts, so relieved he might just start crying again. "Oh, thank God. Are you at home right now? Is everyone okay?"

"They're fine. Anything helpful you can recall?"

Tsuna shakes his head. "No. I just woke up and I was like this."

"How do you feel?"

"Fine? There's just this… lag between my mind and body, but otherwise it doesn't feel like anything went wrong with this—body swap?"

"Boss?" Mammon prompts him.

"Same here."

"So what now?" Squalo asks.

"We need to let Nono know of this," Reborn says. "Is it already done?"

"Not yet."

"Then get on it."

Mammon bristles, clicking their tongue. "It'd kill you to ask nicely, would it?"

"Let's not do this right now, Mammon-chan."

"We'll keep to the trash brat's routine over here," Xanxus says, and Tsuna's heart misses a beat. What did he say? "We'll see if it'll bait the fucking trash who did this to show themself."

"Wait—"

"You trashes just keep the Varia up and running until I get back, got that?"

"That's how it is, Tsuna," Reborn says. "Just follow their lead, and you should be fine."

"Wait!" Tsuna shouts, abruptly standing. "Xanxus' going to go to school in my place? In my body?"

He's joking, right?

"It's not like I fucking want to either, all right?"

"No way," Belphegor says in a mischievous sing-song tone. "Are you really going to?"

"Don't fucking kill anyone," Squalo says warily.

"Exactly!" Tsuna shouts again.

"The fuck was that?"

"Boss can do whatever he wants!"

"Don't you get the situation you're in right now, Tsuna?" Reborn says, and Tsuna scoffs. As if he was ever going to get fooled by his serious tone. "Don't you want us to get you back in your body as soon as possible? Don't be difficult."

"You think I can't see the amused gleam in your eyes all the way from here?" Reborn chuckles. "Reborn! Don't you let this happen, I swear—"

"Shut the fucking hell up, trash brat! What don't you get in 'That's how it is?'? We'll keep in touch every hour."

"Xanxus, don't you—!"

He hangs up.

Did he really just fucking hang up?

This isn't happening.

"Xanxus isn't about to go to school in my body, right?" he asks the room at large. "I didn't hear that right, right?"

"What's the worse that could happen, Tsunayoshi-kun?" Lussuria asks like everything is well in the world.

Tsuna takes a deep breath, closing his eyes, and tries hard to not just start crying.

*

Xanxus puts the phone down, side-eyeing the trash baby. "Do you actually think this has a chance to work, or is this just for your sick amusement?"

"What about this: wouldn't it be even less likely to help us catch the culprit if you were to stay locked in here?"

"You always fucking know what to say, don't you?"

He smirks. "We agree then. So you might as well go to school in his stead."

"You're walking," he says, picking up the trash brat's bag and making for the door. "You just try sitting on me."

The trash brat's Guardians wait for him in front of the house, the bomb brat and the sword one. They brighten at his sight.

"Ten—!"

"Tsu—!"

They do a double take, their eyes intent on him as he walks closer to them.

The sword brat looks between him and the trash baby, who's quick to jump on his shoulder, before settling his eyes on him. The smile on his lips is as sharp as his eyes. "Tsuna?"

"Reborn-san?" the bomb brat asks him instead. "What's going on?"

So they noticed. Well, thank fucking God they're at least able to pass such a low-ass bar.

"Shut the hell up and let's go," he says, walking past them.

The bomb brat splutters in his back like he just insulted his mother or something, a weird-sounding laugh coming out of the sword one.

Xanxus ignores it, apparently on his way to a fucking civilian middle school of all places.

So help him if anyone so much as breathe the wrong way towards him, mark his words.

#katekyo hitman reborn #khr #khr fanfic #khrrarepairweek2023 #sawada tsunayoshi #khr xanxus #khr varia #khr reborn #sawada tsunayoshi & xanxus #varia & xanxus #reborn & sawada tsunayoshi #khrrarepairweek #wip khr #wip khr one shots #wip khr prompts #hope's writing #mine

[losyash]

very low effort varia memes for everyone in the gang except levi is here twice to cover the fact i could make up anything for gola mosca

#khr #khr meme #khr varia #varia

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

Xanxua with Varia (cover 24) and Xanxus with Tsuna, Reborn and Viper (cover 39). — khr!

#katekyo Hitman Reborn! #katekyo hitman reborn #khr #khr! #xanxus vongola #khr xanxus #khr varia

[tangomagnolija]

POV youre watching the coworker who doesnt know Shit About Fuck give a presentation that will Definetly Solve All Of The Company's Problems. If said coworker was also the token Mad Scientist you keep in the basement because you couldnt hire the better ones. also sorry for the art quality i needed to get this out of my system fast

#khr oc #khr #khr lamette #art #The Plot is happening to everyone but him and no one bothers to catch him up #thats not how Mafia Fire Ring Powers work and idc the joke is funny okok #this would be happening sometime post ring battles idk i havent read or watched khr #khr varia

[hehedoesntdrawhere]

hello fellow khr fans especially xanxus fans. have this shit post that i made that no one really asked for cuz this specific clip from reborn the stage has been playing in my mind rent free

#khr #katekyo hitman reborn #xanxus #khr xanxus #reborn the stage #varia #khr varia

[yarrayora]

like. varia is deeply homophobic. they're THE posterboys for mafia's machismo. like, is lussuria and out and proud flaming homosexual? yes. do his teammates call him slurs in the daily? yeah and luss insists he gives them the permission and he can do it because he's gay

but the point is squalo's stump gets hurt everytime xanxus is in danger and yamamoto would call it his gaydar and squalo would be like "what the fuck you're a fucking freak this is just how a loyal right hand man should be like" and yamamoto is like OOOOH OK I SEE SO HE'S LIKE GOKUDERA THAT'S KINDA SAD, MAN

meanwhile levi sleeps with prostitutes in hope that it will make him MANLY and the boss will praise him for it even though the girls make fun of him for being a quickshot

--actually the real reason luss "gives them the permission" is because he knows they're all repressed and as a sadist he enjoys the schadenfreude of watching them convince themselves that they're straight

#katekyo hitman reborn #varia #khr varia #varia khr

[moonlit-mystery-writer]

My Oc's Relationships with the Varia

@childe-of-saulot @myrmyrtheorca

Okay! Fair warning before I start on this oc, there will be a lot on her lol. I've been able to play around with her the longest of my KHR ocs and I have her entwined with a handful of other ocs (That I might post some other day).

Secondly, she's the wife of the Arcobaleno and partially cursed as such, so Viper/Mammon will be done later when/if I ever get around to writing out her dynamics with that group lol.

Thirdly, Fran will be on a different post too if/when I get to the Kokuyo Gang.

Celeste Thorne or Celeste Épine is naturally a very caring and kind woman. If she's not actively taking care of someone, she's inevitably mother hen-ing someone. The type of person who's always wanted to be a parent; someone who's always dreamed a big family. However, her chances of being a mother were mostly dashed when her spouses were cursed into infantile forms and her own age permanently frozen no matter how many years pass. Even so, she did everything to keep herself hopeful and positive for the sake of Aria who she was now raising.

Squalo: Celeste is best friends with Squalo's mother and is his godmother. She was one of the first few people who held him as newborn and basically helped raise him throughout his life. Right there for almost ever major milestone of his life, and for the few she wasn't, she showed up not long after. She adores him with all her heart, having a slight tendency to still view him as the ambitious little boy she knew so long ago; the baby who'd stubbornly fuss in her arms no matter what she did as his mother got some much needed rest.

One thing she still does for him that she's done since he was young is get him at least one birthday gift with his birthstone, something she does for anyone she loves. For Squalo, he has plenty of jewelry and charms with aquamarine, but his favorite (though he'd never fully admit it to her) is the bloodstone locket that has the Varia logo on it with a picture of him and Xanxus inside. She got it for him for his first birthday after he became part of the Varia; the bloodstone being both March's second birthstone and a bad joke about him being an assassin now.

Nowadays, when she visits him, she tends to fuss over his hair a little. Celeste knows full well that he can take care of himself and his hair is doing just fine with how he cares for it, obviously. However, as someone with really long hair herself, she instinctively wants to take care of it for him. In fact, she tends to fuss over his health in general, if he gets snippy about it she will point out all his near-death experiences and how he cut off his own hand when he was young. In her eyes, this perfectly warrants her concerns over him.

Bel/Belphegor: Since she was a little girl and knew she wanted a family of her own, Celeste would go on and on about wanting twins. As she got older and older, she was certain one day she'd have twin sons. And well... She wasn't wrong per se, but the method wasn't exactly conventional at all.

She met Bel and Rasiel when they were 4 years old, or more specifically, 3 years old and 11 months. She was in their kingdom after their father contacted the Giglio Nero Famiglia, wanting to discuss the idea joining the mafia life. She was hesitant at first, but after learning he had young sons and running the idea of the visit past Aria, she couldn't help agreeing. Thus, her and the then 12 year old Aria, ending up staying in their kingdom for almost a year. She thought she'd be getting into a situation where the boys were loved dearly by others and that their father was an actual parent to them. That was not the case and she was so angry for the sake of both boys. If she could've, she would've killed their father a million times over and taken them far away from there. The only thing that held her back is the risk that regicide would pose for Aria and the Giglio Nero Famiglia as a whole.

Bel's first memory of Celeste is of him opening a birthday gift she got him. The toy inside was a simple stuffed animal, but it was a mink stuffed animal. To a little him, the fact she took effort in getting him his specific favorite animal instead of just grabbing him something generic meant the world. To this day he has that toy, far more weathered and aged, but still the same. Its also where his dear box animal, Mink, gets its name from.

Celeste tried everything she could to get the boys to stop fighting each other entirely. She could get them to pause for moments, namely by distracting them with activities or singing for them, but it'd never last for too long. Even so, she never yelled or used force or do anything that could hurt them forever. She'd gentle scold, explain why the actions were wrong, then tend to any injuries that may have happened or would clean them both up.

She did everything she could to make sure both twins knew they were loved, but especially Bel. She knew the pains of being the spare heir(ess) very well herself. She knew what it felt like to have everyone's eyes on an older sibling rather than you. So she made sure he knew that she was always there for him. That her eyes were always on him too, not just on Rasiel. Celeste also did this by giving both unique and kinda silly nicknames. Bel's are: Little prince, mon loup, and Baby-Bel Cheese. She still calls Bel these to this day.

I don't think we're ever given a proper timeline as to when the twins gave each other laxative and worms. So! When Bel got sick after being force fed worms by his brother, Celeste stayed right by his side. She took care of him and made sure he got better instead of force. At the time, he was bitter because she'd done the same for Rasiel a week earlier when he poisoned him. However now, whenever he's sick, he will often find himself missing her soft words and gentle touch and how she'd only leave to get things he needed, to check on Aria, or when he was asleep.

Both of them equally hate when she had to leave and leave him behind. Celeste just also hates that she had to leave Rasiel behind too given she loved both twins as her own after all.

Celeste met him again basically right after he joined the Varia. When Viper had called her and said they had a gift for her, one of her lost babies wasn't what she'd expected. But she was so happy to have Bel back in her life, even if she couldn't be right there for him full time. Of course it hurt to learn Rasiel was gone, but she'd never tell him that directly. And it's not like it was a big surprise to learn given that she was the only trying to actively curb their violent tendencies towards each other, there was a part of her that figured one of them would end up killing the other as much as it hurt to think.

To this day, he's the Varia member she spends the most time with outside of Viper. She loves taking him out to places he wants to see or to events or even just short shopping trips. She wants to give Bel the best sense of normalcy that she can despite his upbringing and the fact both of them are so deeply involved in the mafia. As, she knows he'll never fully be able to get it for himself.

Lussuria and Levi: Combining these two because there's not much to them and her! However, that doesn't mean she doesn't care for them at all. She simply didn't get to know them well until after Xanxus got frozen. Celeste did small thing for them to show she cares for them too. Though, her biggest act involving one of them has to be when she bought Lussuria a whole set of diamond jewelry (necklace, bracelets, and earrings) because he's an April birthday like her.

Xanxus: On all level except physical, Xanxus is her son. That's how she sees it at least. They met at a Vongola party when a then 9 year old Aria dragged a less than happy 9 year old Xanxus right up to her, declaring the boy her new best friend. From that day on, he became her own son in her heart. She hated Timoteo, but she was willing to set all of that completely aside so Xanxus could spend time with her and Aria. She doted on him like any spoiling mother would. She showered him with attention and praise. She helped him with homework and made sure to reward his good grades. But she knew that she wasn't the one he wanted that from.

Celeste wasn't stupid. She knew all the boy wanted was his father's acknowledgement. Part of her wanted to fight Timoteo until he gave Xanxus what he wanted. In her eyes, her baby was more than deserving of it. But she held back, knowing it'd just hurt him if he ever learned she had to step in to get him what he wanted most. And she doesn't want him in pain after all. She didn't know what eventually caused Xanxus to hate Timoteo too, but she supported him.

For her, like with the rest of the mafia world, Xanxus simply disappeared. She mourned like any mother would when their child is missing without a trace. However, it wasn't hard for her to learn the real story from the others she's close to in the Varia. She was pissed, beyond pissed even when she learned. At Timoteo, at the rest of Vongola, at the rest of mafia in general, and even at herself.

To her, she failed Xanxus. She didn't love him enough clearly. She didn't give him everything he needed, that's what caused this. Maybe she should've fought Timoteo into give Xanxus the attention he wanted, even if it hurt him emotionally. Hurt feelings are better than being frozen in ice after all... She should've done more for him...

The main reason she hates the rest of the mafia for this though is for a simple reason: They don't miss her son. They miss Timoteo's heir. They don't miss the boy who always struggled getting up in the morning after sleepover with Aria. They don't miss the boy she helped finish hard math homework. They don't miss the boy who loves ligers, who's favorite color is orange, and who loves to read. They don't miss the boy who'd struggle to fall back asleep after a nightmare. They don't miss the boy she taught to swim. They don't miss the boy she carried to bed when he and Aria fell asleep on her couch. They don't miss that Xanxus, her Xanxus. They miss the Vongola Decimo candidate, Xanxus.

For every year he was frozen, she still got birthday gifts for him. Of course, she wasn't sure if he'd actually like them at that point, but she took an educated guess of what he might've liked as he got older. His fist birthday after he got unfrozen, she sent him every last one of those gifts.

Nowadays, she still love him with all her heart as her son. He'll always be her baby after all. But, he's not a kid anymore and she knows it. He doesn't need her to hold her to hold his hand and guide him around anymore. Her little boy is all grown up now. Yet... She can't stop herself from showing him her love the same ways still. She can't help herself from fixing his hair when there's a part out of place. She still calls him all the little nicknames she came up with for young him. She still buys him opal cufflinks and suit pins and more for his birthdays.

She also will still carry him to bed if he falls asleep around her. And I do mean will, she can be frighteningly strong when she wants to be.

Also this applies to Squalo, Bel, and Xanxus. But she does loves sharing those "embarrassing" stories parents will tell about their kids. Like odd games they played, silly mishaps they had, and things like that.

#katekyo hitman reborn #khr #khr oc #khr belphegor #khr squalo #khr xanxus #khr varia #this took me 4 hours to write lol

[umberandmochaagate]

I know I already knew this in my heart but I hadn't revisited it yet but

Belphegor has ADHD

Fran is autistic

It's just true

#khr #khr varia #khr belphegor #khr fran #younger me: I identify with these two so much and there's no particular reason why

[rebornologist]

♡ Misc. Varia Headcanons ✧ 1 of 2

✧ Belphegor is fascinated by the dentist office kid's toy. He thinks its an absurd little contraption, but he really enjoyed something akin to mouse trap as a child and the structure of moving blocks and balls reminds him of that silly little game. It's where he began training his brain to set up traps. He would have also been a Lego kid and enjoys a good 3D puzzle. Unfortunately for him, he also had a very traumatizing childhood and is not the best at tuning in to and soothing his inner child, so you won't necessarily find him building a little miniature saw trap for fun.

Speaking of the dentist office, he built up a very meticulous routine with his dental health and adheres to it pretty well, despite being fairly lazy with everything else. It's just a part of his morning and evening routine, so he doesn't think much of it at this point in his life. Compared to the rules and to-dos that he had growing up, this is the most lax living situation he could be in.

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✧ Lussuria is a notorious shower singer, it's like he has whole entire pop concerts in there. He will go through Lady Gaga's entire discography if nobody stopped him. He may not always have time for it, but hell, he will make time because there is nothing better for him than a little Sunday reset everything shower. He has a similar routine prior to missions as well.. gotta look and feel his best for his fabulous job, clearly.

He's an enigma for how packed his schedule is and how he has time to do so much. He has missions to complete, physical training and conditioning, so much paperwork to fill out, and is actually in charge of a lot of the Varia "onboarding", if that makes sense. Part of it is because he does see them as a family and wants everyone to be welcomed appropriately to the team. A lot of the underlings really like Luss for that reason, he's the most warm and welcoming, as odd as he can be. A number of Varia members don't even get to see their boss in the flesh, mostly hearing about him.. or hearing his outbursts and being too scared to approach and find out what happened this time... as a result, many are most familiar with Luss and Squalo as the representative leadership.

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✧ Levi loves a good affogato, and would rather die than let the word get around that he likes ice cream in his coffee. He does not like black coffee at all, and sometimes is secretly, on the inside, extremely displeased when that is all they have available. He's got too much of a tough guy exterior to keep up to bring it up, though.

He uses a ton of alarm clocks to wake himself up, and it's fine until they are working from outside of their usual base and the walls are any less soundproof than the ones at their mansion. He's a heavy sleeper, and he falls asleep fast. Like, flop down into bed and start snoring within 90 seconds type of fast.

Y'all is it so obvious that I'm so work-brained right now.. why am I thinking about Varia onboarding procedures... I love Luss so much can you tell. I was going to continue with the other members but I got sleepy... gn xx

#khr #varia khr #katekyo hitman reborn x reader #hitman reborn #katekyo hitman reborn #khr headcanons #khr varia #lussuria khr #levi a than #belphegor khr