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rayshippouuchiha · 2 years

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KHR Recs

These goodies are on FFN. Maybe some were transferred over to Ao3.

Russian Roulette by Vixen Tail

PreCanon OC born in Russia derails canon. Amazing world-building, accurate major events with mentioned divergences, slow burn endgame romance with Reborn, also she does have other relationships. I don't know how to talk about this fic without spoilers. This is a huge series, remember that. She's on the last part of the series now (vixen thinks) and the chapters are huge. I swear to God, this is the #1 khr fic for me.

Anything by wolfsrainrules and northeast.

Breathe Throught the Flames by NorthPeach

Ichigo is reborn. He has magic fire powers. And is that... a parent? Who's parenting him?

Some Say Ice, I Favor Fire by NorthPeach

"Consider actual unicorns. Dragons." Skull tried to warn you, Reborn. Hibari and Tsuna raise a dragon. Only 2 chapters but they're beautiful. Hibari loves his firstborn child and Will raise the best dragon ever.

Slip Up by wolfrainsrules

Undergoing rewrite under Slip Up Revamped. HP/KHR. Skull is Harry and the Arcobalenco learns what kind of person their "Lackey" really is.

Also on Ao3. All their fics are great. Those that aren't oneshots are not yet completed, however.

Out of this World series by Luki Fanfic

This one is on Ao3 as well. The series is about the 10th Gen plus Tsuyoshi going to a new world to build a life. There's a BNHA and a Pokémon crossover. BNHA is a more Slice of Life Humor while the Pokemon I purely Humor, not quite Crack. Pokemon does have Hibari, though.

Black Sky by Umei no Mei

HPxKHR Starts with FemHP being raised by the Black's before she gets with Xanxus. Fair warning, very long WiP fic. Also, stays with HP for a long time. Comes off with a very Period Piece since Dorea (femHP) was raised by Old People Nobility. Amazing worldbuilding. Everything slots together beautifully, from both fandoms. Also, Dorea is a single mom for a while because of Nono's bitch ass. But she does get to meet Daniella (badass grandma with a crossbow who led the Vongola during WW2, you will adore this character, she hated almost every family decision her son made)! Beautiful communication between Dorea and Xanxus, once they realize there are cultural and personal misunderstandings.

He Deserves Better by AliceVermillion

Cliche twin fic, Tauna runs away and is taken in by the Varia.

Keeping Your Character by Insanity-Red

OC's reincarnation was messed up. She ends up replacing Lambo and is aged up. Humorous, she torments Tsuna by being so blase about it all.

Don't Kiss and Tell by Luki Fanfic

Nana's family has a curse. They swap bodies with anyone they kiss. Kyoko and Tsuna take advantage of this at a young age. Great idea, both get to experience being a different gender (or rather, the expectations for boys and girls).

Generation Cross by Luki Fanfic

Ok, just read all the authors works. I hadn't realized how many of them I had saved. Tsuna dies and somehow wakes up in his mother's body with a 2 yr old him. First step, get a divorce.

Time Tourists by Caticature

Abandoned, but a great idea. Time travel to 1st Gen and they all look like kids. Misunderstandings ensue.

Harry's Housekeeping by Wolven Haven

HP/KHR Mistaken identity at the wrong/right time and place lead to Harry getting a cleaning job in the Mafia. Oh well, Harry's always been good at cleaning. P.S. Harry cleans up murder scenes! Not graphic. Timeline is during the forming of the Arcenbalenco. Skull is Teddy, who is superworried about his oblivious godfather.

Intuition Overdrive by vaporeanxglaceon

After Nono seals Tsuna's Flames, his Intuition goes into overdrive to compensate for the loss, leading to awake but catatonic boy. When Reborn arrives to turn Tsuna into the next boss, he needs to find a way to help Tsuna before anything else can happen. Iemitsu and Nana are parents who are trying their best but don't know what to do to help him. WiP, maybe abandoned. Such sweet Angst, though.

Red String by Lady Hallen

I think this one is on Ao3, too. HP/KHR FemHPxReborn Hyacinth(femHP) and Reborn have a meet cute and gets together. Super good, lots of chapters, WiP. I want to gush about it but I don't want to spoil it.

Fics by sakuradrmonalchemist

Their fics always have so much potential but seem to all be WiPs, keep that in mind. She has so many xover fics. For KHR, there are HP, YYH, Natsumes Book of Friends, BNHA, High School DxD, Sailor Moon, Yu-Gi-Oh, Batman, Tsukihime, Grimm, Kingdom Hearts, fate/stay night, Naruto, One Piece, Card Captor Sakura, Magical Girl Lyrical Nonoha and more!

Igneous by apathyinreverie

HP/KHR Harry/Reborn After Voldemort's defeat, Harry becomes involved in the Mafia, by being kidnapped/sold by his uncle. After a bad choice by others to have Harry recover under the safety of the Blood Wards (which no longer exist, you idiots), Harry's Flames are forcefully awakened and others try to force Flame Bonds on him. Reborn has a mission to find out if a Family knows how to forcefully activate Flames. He comes across a newly awakened, nearly naked, Sky that snap Bonds him. Very good, happens mostly in the HP world after that beginning, with future Arcabalenco popping up. Harry gets to pull off the We Are Not Amused Aura in Kingslys new MoM office with a dumbass Head Auror. It's beautiful.

Fortuna by 1458

In one world, Iemitsu left his family behind in Namimori. This is not that world. (Un)fortunately. Idiot dad Iemitsu who.... attempts to dad but has no clue how. Nana and Tsuna move to Italy with Iemitsu.

Of Organized Crime and Schizophrenia by AshGopal

Naruto/KHR Tsunade dies and expects to go to the Pure Lands. Instead, she's reborn a Mafia heiress who has a voice in her head. At least she's not alone. The Sannin are together once again. PS Ryohei and Mukuro are Sannin, too.

Not Quite Myths by Falia7

Tauna is Mythological Catnip. It starts with a unicorn and gets worse from there. Gokuderas in heaven, Reborn is ready to lose it, Tsuna is willfully ignoring everything. There's also a multinational cult in Tsunas honor.

No Ones Here to Sleep by mokona-pyuh

Naruto/KHR Skull is Gaara!Shukaku doesn't take kindly to being extracted from Gaara and yeets them into another world. Gaara is reborn with a giant Tanuki still hiding in his soul. Crackish.

Dusk to Dawn by reighost

HP/KHR Harry is reborn as Tsuna. Tsuna adpats to his new life and "Magic". Hopefully he can have a normal life. He makes friends with kid!Kyouya. Also Kyouya's family in this is amazing. If I ever write a fic with Kyouyas parents in, I'm going to beg reighost to let me play with them. Also, reighost is Araceil's amazing partner. They used to do a lot together. Dusk to Dawn is also a spinoff of one of Araceil's (deleted :'() fics.

Under Wing by reighost

HP/KHR After Sirius dies, Harry learns that he's not who he thinks. Desperate to escape dark!Dumbledore, he seeks out his birth family, the Hibaris. We get a peek at a few other fandoms on his way home. He's Kyouya's beloved baby brother in this.

Sincerely, Shattered Shards by You Light the Sky

Nana's family has a special gift. They can give pieces of their hearts away. But no one liked Tsuna's heart. Until Reborn came to town. WiP. Made me cry a bit.

The Final Boss by Sakura Hyuuga

Gamer!Tsuna, Accidental GenderBent!Tsuna! Tsuna's life becomes a game after a realistic dream where he hit yes to play. He thought it was just a dream when a prompt opened up saying only the female version was unlocked. When he woke up, it definitely wasn't a dream. She is not amused. Humor, WiP, funny 'omake' bits.

Of Steel, of Iron, of Stone by Seito

Warning:Angst, Terminal Illness. Tsuna claims he can't become Decimo. Reborn finds out why after a disastrous use of the Dying Will Bullet.

Burn Me with Fire by Shadowblayze

HP/KHR. After burning Quirrel to death, he starts dreaming of an angry man trapped in ice. With a mentor, Harry learns how to fly free. Blaise Zabini friendship

Trading Yesterday by Shadowblayze

HP/KHR With sequel, Stealing Tomorrow. Kawahira takes the Sky Pacifier after Luce's death and finds a new Sky to give it to. The remaining Arcobalenco panic and desperately try to find their new Sky. Meanwhile, 8 yr old Harry has been given the keys to his freedom, with one catch. He will die before his 30s.

Song of Truth and Light by TheSocialBookworm

Demigods are rare and feared. Someone so "No-Good" can't be one... right? Drabbles about Tsuna the hidden Demigod.

Xanxus' Babysitter by Starchains

HP/KHR. Harry ends up employed at Vongola Mansion and becomes Xanxus' personal servant. Harry refuses to let another old man's incompetence ruin a child. WiP

Kyoko by Discoabc

SI reborn as Kyoko. This is Not Ideal. Kyoko tries to get away from the future she know is waiting for r her. It goes... hrm. Well, it's certainly a different way to become part of the Underworld.

Oh wow babe thank you for these recs!!

#RayRambles #KHR #Fic Rec #Long post #katekyo hitman reborn

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upagainstthesunset · 2 years

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The Flash Vol 2 readthrough continues with Issue 14 - Wipe Out

Alright let’s see what Savage has in store for our boy!

Lol Wally’s like “I wasn’t gonna help, but Trudy’s hot, sooooo”

He really rushed in without thinking, and I suppose this is what he gets. But jeez Vandal really did inject him. What’s gonna happen here. D:

Omg he’s destroying everything. Guess he’s gotta change his hero name from Flash to Sonic Boom.

So he doesn’t want Mary or Tina to see him like this because he might be all zombified like those other guys. So he ends up at Trudy’s place? And that’s somehow better?? Either way, here he is on the heart shaped bed in his little red suit. I’m shocked his shirt stayed on.

“Tina and I are all through.” WAIT WHAT? AS OF JUST NOW??

Alright so I know enough about the story that unfolds that losing his speed power is like a Whole Thing. But I am LAUGHING at these panels. Fucking suave, dude. Good job.

First off, I’m so sad for him. I don’t like to see Wally all mopey. But second, GEE YOU THINK? YOU THINK THERE’S SOMETHING OFF ABOUT HOW TRUDY KISSED UNCLE NICK????

Wait hold up, has he been aging when he uses his speed? Back in like issue 3 or something, I think Tina mentions that he doesn’t look 20. Oh jeez I don’t like the implications of that. Thank god he’s not addicted to the velocity 9 stuff at least.

Wally, now is NOT the time to be going after Trudy. Also someone please re-attach her neck to her body thanks.

Alright, so he suggested that they get help from Tina, which is legit. But then Trudy’s like being salty about it? The priorities with these people, I swear lol.

I love that Vandal calls him “young Flash” because it’s true.

I looked up if Rubenstein-Barr was a thing, and it kind of was but also wasn’t. I can’t tell if it was long ago called that, or if they just used a made up name for the comic. Yuppie disease is a thing though, and apparently it’s kind of a derogatory name for Chronic Fatigue Syndrome.

Savage’s really flexing hard here. We get it, we get it. You’re immortal. Good for you.

OH SNAP

Wally really showed Savage what-for, then as before, he escapes by jumping out a window.

Ah and now Tina and the others are on the scene, but Nick and Trudy are nowhere to be found.

Mary......... what the fuck did you DO

GASP! NOT THE LAMBO!!! 😂

Final thoughts:

Jesus fucking christmas. Can like a single thing go right in this dude’s life? Can someone close to him not be an asshat for like five minutes?? And also maybe could Wally like handle break ups a little better for once? Lmao the ongoing struggles of our dear Wally West.

So Vandal Savage jumped out a window again. I know he’ll be back. And there’s no way Nick and Trudy don’t make another appearance, so I guess I’ll keep an eye out for them.

But most of all, Wally doesn’t have his speed back right? I wonder what that means for the next issues. And what kind of emotional toll will this take on him? Next up will be first Annual, and then moving on to the Messner-Loebs era!

#katereadscomics #wally west #the flash #flash vol 2

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alpacaparkaseok · 3 years

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How to Sell Sunshine |4|

4. The Hitman

→ Pairing: mafia!BTS x reader (not poly)

→ word count: 5k

→ warnings/tags: SFW, e2l, mafia!au, lol the Lambo is mentioned but unfortunately not driven, fighting, annoying moments, we’re getting to some super exciting scenes so that’s fun

→ a/n: thank you guys for being so patient! I hope you enjoy this chapter. You have no idea how much your comments/reblogs/asks mean to me. they help me so much and help me to feel like I’m not a fool lol, so thank you for your support and I hope to hear from you soon about the latest developments in this chapter!

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“Do you like blonds?”

Jung Hoseok, one of the most coveted hitmen in the world, continues fixing his hair with careful precision. “What does that have to do with anything?”

Adjusting the rear view mirror so you can see him clearly, you ignore Taehyung’s snicker from the driver’s seat. “I mean, he’s not a natural blond, but he pulls it off really well.”

“So you’re just going to ignore my question?” Hoseok frowns, glaring at you. “That’s not very mature of you.”

“I asked you a question first.”

“I don’t think Jimin’s your type,” Taehyung interjects as he comes to a stop at a red light. “Just for the record.”

“Thank you for your opinion, Taehyung.”

The curly-haired driver winks at you. “Anything for you, tesoro.”

Rolling your eyes, you twist around in your seat to face Hoseok. You’ve hardly gotten a chance to speak with him over the past week. Between recruiting Jimin and Namjoon and refraining yourself from killing Jungkook and Jin over the disaster at Queen’s Wharf, you’ve been booked.

“So?”

Hoseok shrugs, lower lip pouting out a bit. It makes him look absolutely harmless. “I don’t really have much of an opinion. Why, is your new recruit blond?” He pauses before gasping and pointing an accusing finger your way. “Is that why you recruited him? Don’t tell me you’re about to turn us into your own personal harem or-“

“Don’t worry,” Leveling him with a half-lidded stare, you do your best to look intimidating. “You’ll always be my first choice, Hoseokie.”

Taehyung nearly crashes the car due to your comment, but you choose to ignore it.

Honestly, between Taehyung fuming behind the driver’s seat over your favoritism and Hoseok gloating in the back seat, you’re lucky to make it to Queen’s Wharf alive. Granted, you still face possible elimination due to an annoyed Min Yoongi waiting for you at home.

“I’m more qualified than the rest of you to look at the scene,” he’d seethed when you vetoed his request to accompany you to the remnants of Royal’s Bar. “Maybe they left behind something of value that will tell us their next move-”

“And you’re also an asset that I can’t afford to lose so early in the game,” you replied on your way out the door. Before you could step out, though, Yoongi grabbed your wrist in an iron-like grip. Completely unimpressed, you give him a pointed stare. “Let go, Yoongi. You know I’m right. And besides, this isn’t the way to convince me.”

Despite all the time you’ve known him, there’s still something about Min Yoongi that throws you off balance. Every time you find yourself looking into his eyes searching for something that you’re not quite sure is there.

Humanity, perhaps.

“Hands off,” came a honey-like voice from atop the staircase. Hoseok remained nonchalant as he waltzed down the stairs, eyes dancing along your wrist where Yoongi kept his hold on you.

Before Hoseok stepped onto the main floor, Yoongi had complied with his request.

Odd, you thought to yourself. So he’ll listen to Hoseok. You added that to the mental list of questions about Yoongi that you aren’t sure will ever be answered.

Yoongi hadn’t said another word as you left the house, settling for standing sullenly in the doorway as the rest of you piled into two separate vehicles. And now here you are, parking just down the street from the pile of rubble that used to be Royal’s Bar & Club. Taehyung whistles long and low at the sight.

“I’m assuming this is it,” Hoseok says, sounding completely unimpressed.

“Wow,” Taehyung breathes out, unbuckling his seat and leaning forward to get a better look. “Seokjin really went for it, didn’t he?”

As if on cue, a dark red Mercedes Benz pulls up alongside you. Jungkook and Seokjin grin up at you, rolling down the driver’s side window. You suppress a sigh, rolling your window down to speak with them.

“Hey,” Seokjin greets you for the first time since last night when he disappeared during your argument with Jungkook. “Where should we park?”

“I thought we were going incognito!” Taehyung calls out, gesturing angrily at the flashy car the arsonist drove. “That’s literally why you said I couldn’t drive my Lambo!”

Completely ignoring the angry man to your left, you point at a darkened alleyway just down the street. “Down there is probably best.”

As Seokjin peels off, you turn to see Taehyung glaring down at the steering wheel of the black SUV you persuaded him to drive this morning. Hoseok chuckles before getting out of the car, leaving you to fend for yourself.

“The Lamborghini is a two-seater, remember? Besides, the last thing we need is someone tracing us back to the house.”

Sighing heavily, Taehyung throws his door open. “First the blond, now this. I get no peace in this household.” Without looking back at you, he jumps out of the car, striding after Hoseok.

Dumbstruck, you sit in the car, staring after him. Taehyung is all smiles as he throws an arm around Hoseok’s shoulders, shouting something across the street when Seokjin and Jungkook emerge from the alleyway.

The combination of the four of them looks like the beginnings of a bad joke. A curly-haired getaway driver, one coveted hitman, an unhinged arsonist, and a street rat walked into a bar…

You can’t help but laugh as you realize that they quite literally are walking into a bar. Or the remnants of one, at least.

That’s it. Your life really is some bad joke.

“I’m gonna pay for this, aren’t I?” Shrugging off your seatbelt, you hop out of the SUV and set off after them.

“Wow, Seokjin,” Taehyung murmurs as you all pick your way across the burnt scene. “This looks…thorough.”

Jungkook snorts as he brushes past you. His hand trails against yours, making you jump a little.

“What?” Hoseok asks. You shake your head, just glaring at Jungkook’s back as he keeps walking, utterly unphased. “Alright, I’ll go post up.”

Seokjin sits in the corner of the building, propped up on the foundation. “Off so soon?”

It’s only now, out here in the open, that you realize something different about your local arsonist. “Did you- did you dye your hair last night?”

Twisting one purple lock around his crooked fingers, Seokjin winks at you. “Yes. I hope you like it.” Then, completely ignoring way your jaw drops open, “What’s the matter, Hoseok? Don’t wanna get your shoes dirty?”

Indeed, Hoseok is still standing just outside of the ring of soot that circles the building. He doesn’t say a word as he tears his gaze from your heated cheeks, silently unslinging the bag from his shoulder and unzipping it to reveal the unfavorable firearms within.

“As much as I enjoy admiring your handiwork,” Hoseok croons, counting out the items in the bag, “We’ve worked together one too many times for me to be amazed anymore.”

“Oh, now don’t say that.”

“I’ll be where we discussed,” Hoseok says to you, already walking away. “Triple tap your watch if you need me.”

Seokjin lounges in his makeshift seat, looking for all the world like a cat playing with a toy. “I bet I’ve still got a few tricks up my sleeve; they might surprise you!” He pouts when Hoseok doesn’t even turn around, waving him off as he crosses the street to go to a better vantage point. You can’t help but chuckle under your breath, wondering if Jung Hoseok is the only man alive to get away with ignoring Seokjin like that.

First, his strange hold over Yoongi, and now Seokjin.

…it’s kind of hot.

“You still with us, capa?” Taehyung’s voice drifts over to you, sounding as though he’s underwater. You turn to see the man in question with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face; looking for all the world like he can read your thoughts.

Jungkook kicks at some rubble, ignoring Seokjin who makes a show of coughing and ordering him to quick kicking dirt around.

“Yeah. Let’s comb the area. Make sure we didn’t leave anything behind that can be traced back to us.”

Seokjin mumbles something under his breath about I’m no amateur but you ignore him as you set to work. You opt for sending him a pointed glare that gets him off his seat and scanning the area like the rest of you.

Sunlight trickles down through the rafters, illuminating the darker areas. You step carefully, almost waiting for the roof to fall in over your head. A part of you wonders how Hoseok would even manage to get a clear shot with all the rubble and heavy wooden beams overhead, but you decide not to worry about it for now.

“Hey,” Jungkook crouches down, tossing a few things aside and looking up at you with dirt smudged on his face. You fight the urge to wipe it off.

“Yeah?” You crouch down beside him, effectively disappearing from view as you’re behind what remains of the counter. “What’s up?”

Jungkook takes a long breath, studying broken glass as though they were hieroglyphs. “I’m sorry. For causing this mess.”

Blinking at the boy, you find yourself gaping. “…you’re sorry?”

“What, am I not allowed to apologize?”

“No, not that…it’s just…”

He finally looks at you, a smile playing on the corners of his lips. “Spit it out.”

Nudging him, you croon, “Since when did you become so pious? Apologizing, coming here without throwing a fit-”

“You could learn a thing or two from me, I think.” Gasping, you shove him only to have him catch your hands with a mischievous grin. “Let’s not get testy- woah! Uncalled for!”

You can’t help but snicker at your perfectly placed forehead flick. “You’re annoying. Get back to work.”

“Whatever you say, Madam Bianchi.”

“Don’t call me th-”

“Stay down.” Taehyung appears with his back turned to you, not even looking your way. Your heart instantly begins to jackhammer against your ribs as you go completely still, ears straining to hear anything.

It’s Seokjin who calls out to the unseen visitor, his tone dripping in fake friendliness. “Welcome! It looks like this place is busier now than ever before, don’t you think?”

A heartbeat later an all too familiar voice responds. “It would appear so. It’s odd how that happens, isn’t it?”

Jungkook’s hand finds yours as he squeezes you tightly. You don’t need to look at him to see the fear in his eyes. He always gets the same look every time hears your father’s voice.

“I’m afraid I don’t know who you are, Mr…?”

You can almost hear the smug smile in your father’s voice as he speaks up. “Bianchi. Keep up, son. Are you new here or something?”

It’s all you can do to stop yourself from springing up from your position and making a run for it. Instead you remain crouched down behind the bar, sweat beading on your forehead.

“He is,” Taehyung responds, his voice impossibly deeper as it resonates around the room. “Can I help you gentlemen with anything?”

Twisting around, you notice a sizeable hole in the bar. You crane your neck enough to peek out of it, immediately wishing that you didn’t.

There stands your father in what remains of the doorway of the bar. He’s busy adjusting his tie, giving Taehyung a look-over.

“We’re hardly gentlemen. And yes, I believe you can. But first, I’ve brought my men to look over the area one more time.”

One more time? They’ve already been here?

“Certainly,” Taehyung says, gesturing to the space with a wide open arm. “We were just on our way out.”

It’s a lie, but you’ll let it slide. The last thing you need is for your father to realize that you’re here amongst the latest threat to his legacy. You watch with bated breath as your father nods, stepping aside for his men to come through.

“Kim, Park, Ortega,” he calls, gesturing at Taehyung and Seokjin. “Take care of these two while you’re at it. I don’t like the look of them.”

Leaving in a blur of suits and shadows, you’re left stifling a gasp as his three men step in, looking menacing and amused all at once.

Namjoon nods once at Taehyung as he steps through the door, who doesn’t bother to acknowledge him. No, all of the Italian’s attention is elsewhere. With a dazzling smile that would get under most people’s skin in an instant, he waves at a gloomy Park Jimin, wiggling his fingers in the air.

“Kim.”

“Hello, Jiminie.”

“Good morning,” Seokjin drawls from somewhere beyond your vision. It sounds like he might be back in the corner, lounging about like he owns the place.

A stout man to Jimin’s left – Ortega – fidgets a little as his eyes flit over to Seokjin. “Not for much longer.”

You’re not sure who moves first. All you see is Ortega reaching for something in his back pocket before Namjoon is striding across the room, effectively cutting off Ortega’s view of Seokjin.

“You’re the other Kim?”

Seokjin groans, the sound distracting Ortega for a brief moment as Taehyung leaps toward him. You stifle a laugh as you watch how Jimin steps to the side, providing Taehyung ample space to land his fist on Ortega’s jaw.

“I’m the original Kim,” Seokjin whines, rising from his seat. “Smarter, faster, prettier-”

“Ooh! That’s gonna hurt in the morning,” Jimin croons as Ortega falls to the ground under the force of Taehyung’s hit. He squats down beside him, patting his shoulder with mock worry. “Ya okay, buddy?”

Ortega mumbles something incoherent, only making Jimin chuckle as he rises and turns to Taehyung with a spark in his eye. “Take him outside, will you?”

“Last I checked, I don’t take orders from you.”

“I’m not about to drag my own man out, we’re already raising enough suspicion as is,” Jimin spits out. Taehyung sighs dramatically, turning around to face the bar where you remain hidden. Jungkook instinctively tightens his grasp on you.

“Do I have to, capa?”

Jimin goes completely still, following Taehyung’s gaze. You can see the second it clicks. He jolts into a stilted walk toward the bar, making your heartrate skyrocket. Jungkook tugs you away, cursing under his breath as he seeks a way out.

You stumble over the debris, crashing into Jungkook and sending the both of you sprawling out over the floor. The sound might as well have set off its own alarm, announcing your presence to Jimin and Namjoon. You can hear Seokjin saying something to Namjoon, but you can’t quite piece it all together because you’re too busy landing in Jungkook’s lap to pay attention.

“Ow!” Jungkook hisses even as he entraps you in his arms. It’s at this precise moment that a familiar form comes around the bar to find you in this compromising position.

Jimin pauses as soon as he sees you, eyes flitting back and forth between you and Jungkook before settling on your startled features. You can see the exact moment his mask sets in, leaving you with a cool and cocky blond that leans up against the ruined bar with a smirk.

“Good morning,” he greets, eyes practically setting you on fire. You don’t miss the way Jungkook’s arms wrap around you all the tighter under Jimin’s gaze. “Mind if I ask what you two lovebirds are up to down there?”

You squeak as you launch yourself out of Jungkook’s arms, inadvertently elbowing him in the stomach. Covered head to toe in ash and other unsavory materials, you rise on shaky knees.

“N-nothing, we were just-”

“Leaving.” Jungkook answers, getting up with a groan. “Just leaving. And you two,” he gestures back and forth between an amused Taehyung and an unbothered Seokjin, “were cleaning up, right?”

Seokjin gasps, rising from where he was sitting on a twisted chair to point an innocent finger at himself. Namjoon takes a step back, looking on at the whole scene with features schooled into nothingness.

“You think I’m the clean-up crew?! Come ‘ere Jeon, I’ll clean up this floor with your dumb little face!”

“Guys, c’mon-” You’re cut off as Jungkook huffs and jumps over the bar with one clean move.

“Just because you’re from some shiny mansion on the west coast doesn’t mean you’re better than me. I’ll teach you, you purple haired freak!”

All it takes is one glance at Taehyung to send him off to break up the fight. You’re pleasantly surprised when Namjoon jumps in to pull Seokjin off of Jungkook, pinning his arms to his side.

You’re fuming, staring down Jungkook and Seokjin and wondering how you’re going to get through to them when the feeling of someone standing close to you pulls you out of your thoughts.

Jimin smiles down at you like the Cheshire Cat, careful not to lean up against the dirty bar. “We need to have a chat, capa.” You manage to roll your eyes at the way he imitates Taehyung’s term for you.

“A little busy at the moment.”

“Great, so you’re free?” Without wasting another second, Jimin wraps a hand around your back and nudges you forward. “Out we go.”

You can only hope that there aren’t any murders in your absence as you’re led out into the kitchen. The sounds of arguing fade out a Jimin kicks the back door open, leading you out into the back alleyway.

The sun can’t quite reach the alleyway, leaving the two of you cloaked in shadows. Jimin takes a moment to fix his tie, looking for all the world like he’s just stepped into a job interview.

“What do you want.”

“Nice to see you, too.” Tilting his head to one side, you can’t help but fidget under his gaze. “How’ve you been? I see your circus doesn’t disappoint.”

Balling your hands up into fists, you struggle to remain calm. It’s humiliating, the fact that the first time your newest recruits met the rest of the clan was today. When they’re actively trying to hospitalize each other.

“Jimin,” you grind out, “what do you want.”

Running a hand through his perfect blond locks, Jimin steps forward. You instinctively step back, and he frowns. He repeats the action, and you take another step back.

His frown deepens. “Why are you stepping away from me?”

“I’m not,” you lie. He chokes out a laugh as he strides toward you. Scrambling backward, you wince as you careen against the wall. Jimin pauses, reaching out to you but thinking better of it.

“Fine. Have it your way.” Nibbling on his plump lip, Jimin sighs. “When, exactly, were you planning on getting in touch with me?”

“T-touch?” Your eyes widen even as Jimin smirks. “Getting in touch! I meant that! Not-”

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.” Crossing his arms, Jimin looks a little too smug for your liking. Pushing off the wall, you drift toward him, mustering all the courage you have.

Mimicking him as you cross your arms, you say, “You have no patience, do you, Park?”

“Very little, yes.”

“Well, work on it. I was about to send you a message tonight, anyways.”

Jimin shakes his head. “That’s not good enough.”

“You’re not fit to make demands!”

“What would have happened if he saw you here today?” Jimin fumes. You instantly know who he’s referring to: your father.

You open your mouth to respond, but the words die out before you can speak. The thought of what might have happened if he saw you is enough to instill paralyzing fear into your heart.

It wouldn’t have been pretty.

Jimin must notice the obvious terror in your eyes, because he’s suddenly lurching forward, drawing nearer until he’s mere inches from you. You’re completely frozen, staring up at the strand of hair that falls over his brows.

“How could you-” He bites his tongue, anger flickering across his features before he schools himself back into neutrality. “That was extremely careless of you, coming here.”

“I wasn’t asking for a scolding-”

“How am I supposed to protect you like this?!” Each word falls atop you like an anvil. Jimin stares you down, and you fight to hold his gaze. “How am I supposed to protect this sorry excuse of a family when I don’t even know what the plan is? He’s sicced Namjoon and I on you, and I couldn’t even contact you to warn you!”

The new information sends you reeling. “He…he knows?”

Jimin watches your expression as the new information sets in. Your eyes grow wide with fear, and only now does he allow himself to reach out to you. The selfish part of him is begging for him to pull you in tight, to cover you where he saw that boy holding you earlier behind the bar. He has yet to meet him – Jungkook, he thinks that was what you called him – but he already knows that he’s going to have a chat with him.

“Not about you,” Jimin quickly clarifies, brushing off some soot from your shoulder. He pretends to not notice the way your cheeks redden at the contact. “But he knows that there’s a new mafia rising. The Nameless is what you’re being called.”

You’re eyes are still wide with worry, so different from when he saw you just a few days ago. You seemed so fearless then.

What kind of hold does your father have over you?

“And he’s sending you two after us.”

“Yes. And Ortega, but he’ll be taken care of.”

You have a faraway look in your eyes now, and Jimin leans down so he’s eye-level with you. He catches your eye, hoping to bring you back to reality.

Brows furrowed, you sigh. “Can I tell you a secret?”

Jimin tries to hide his excitement. “Anything you want, sweetheart.” I’ll take it to my grave, his eyes convey.

Somehow your hand has found its way to his suit jacket, fingers bunching up the lapel. He steps closer, shielding you from all the world.

Your gaze is sheepish, darting from one end of the alley to the other before finally landing on him. “I…I have no idea what I’m doing.”

Not the most comforting statement from your future employer, but he can’t quite find it in himself to care. Brushing your hair back, he wonders what it might feel like to kiss that frown away. Something tells him you might taste like sunshine, and he’s dying to find out for himself.

“Nobody ever does,” Jimin whispers back, watching with rapt attention the way your eyes flutter as his thumb gently brushes over your cheek. “But you’re doing better than you think you are. Just…don’t be afraid to let me – us – help you.”

You cast your eyes downward, suddenly feeling vulnerable from your confession. Jimin smiles, tilting your chin up.

“Hands off.”

From the far side of the alleyway, a mand strides in from the sunshine. Jimin can’t quite place where he’s seen him before, but he’s struck with the sudden notion that he should be afraid.

“…excuse me?” Jimin stammers out. You sigh, and he turns to see that you’ve shed your vulnerable state for your typical mafia boss persona. It sends a thrill through him.

“Hoseok, I didn’t call for you.”

Hoseok gives you a cursory glance before his hawk-like gaze returns to Jimin’s figure. He feels like he’s being observed through a sniper’s glass, and instinctively checks the nearby rooftops for a gun trained on him.

Jimin jumps back as Hoseok nears your side. It’s with utter disdain that Hoseok regards him, finally responding to you.

“This is your blond, I’m assuming.” He turns back to you, extending his arm. “I agree with Taehyung. He’s not your type.”

“Excuse me, I-”

Hoseok arches one perfect eyebrow as Jimin sputters. “You’re excused, Mr. Park. I think you’ve done quite enough.”

It’s to Jimin’s utter horror that he watches as you take Hoseok’s arm as though it were second nature. Looking for all the world like the newest couple to cross Vogue’s cover, Jimin feels for the first time that he’s out of his depth.

Boys like Jungkook and Taehyung, he can handle. But Hoseok…

This man is a different breed. He sees it in the way you almost imperceptibly lean into his touch, setting a stripe of jealousy up Jimin’s spine before he can stop it.

Flinching under Hoseok’s gaze, he wonders if he knows exactly what’s going on in his head. Judging from the grin playing at the corners of his mouth, he must.

“Hoseok,” you say, completely oblivious to the mental war raging between the two men. “What are you doing down here? I thought you were supposed to be on a rooftop.” You idiot, Jimin mentally hisses. This is your job, not some dating television show.

Shrugging, Hoseok turns to lead you down the alley. “Something came up. We’re taking the Benz back to the house. The others can take the SUV.”

“What came up?”

Jimin watches as though stuck behind glass, fighting to break through and call after you. He finally manages to open his mouth. “Wait! We need to meet soon!”

You glance at him over your shoulder, and only now does he notice the conflicted look in your eyes. “Check your suit pocket, sweetheart.”

With that, you’re gone.

Hoseok escorts you across you back to the front of the bar, needing to grab the keys from Seokjin. You hurry inside, a disapproving stare plastered into your features as you enter the room.

“Wait, so you’re telling me that you’ve been strapped down to this Bianchi guy for the past six years?” Seokjin sounds absolutely incredulous. “That’s no way to live, Namjoon. Have you ever considered becoming a free agent, like me?”

Namjoon leans up against the bar, lost in conversation with the arsonist. He hardly notices you entering the room, but when he does he takes one look at Hoseok and you’re instantly reminded of his words from the jail.

“And Jung Hoseok, what do you have to say about that, huh? The man’s never tied himself to anyone, and yet word on the street is that he’s groveling at your feet.”

Removing your arm from his, you don’t miss the way Namjoon’s eyes track the movement. When he finally looks up at you, his gaze is burning with ire.

“Seokjin, we need the keys to the Benz,” Hoseok states, striding toward the man in question with zero hesitation. He sticks out a hand to Namjoon. “Jung Hoseok.”

Namjoon shakes his hand a tad violently, but remains neutral in his expression. “Kim Namjoon.”

“Why are you stealing my car?” Seokjin whines, fishing the keys out of his pocket. His lip has split again, which is no doubt courtesy of Jungkook. “Can’t you walk?”

Hoseok swipes the keys from him. “Taehyung will drive you back home. Hurry up and get out of here before anyone else comes snooping.”

“Where are the others?” You ask, not spotting Taehyung or Jungkook anywhere. Seokjin’s eyes snap to yours a touch too quickly, throwing you off.

“Out making sure nobody wanders in. Was that your father earlier? You two look nothing alike.”

You open and close your mouth like a fish, entirely unsure of how to respond. “I…yes, that was him.”

Seokjin nods, making a show of cracking his neck before continuing to speak. “Do I get to burn down his mansion? I’m assuming it’s of little sentimental value to you.”

Hoseok is already halfway out the door now, motioning for you to follow him. You follow after him, bidding Namjoon goodbye and hating the way his eyes flit back and forth between you and Hoseok. It’s almost like he’s searching for the final puzzle piece, ready to declare you solved and move on to the next thing.

Calling over your shoulder to Seokjin, you say, “Sure, burn it to the ground.” You glance back at him, stumbling a little when you see the glee in his expression at the mere thought of burning again. It makes you pause, one hand on the doorway as you assess the mysterious man once more.

“Jin?”

His smile falters before he’s plastering it back on. “Yes, darling?”

“…why do you burn?”

Just there, for a fraction of a second, the mask slips. Seokjin loses the unhinged air about him for half a heartbeat, the glimmer in his eyes fading into something almost real.

But then it’s gone, replaced by a mountain you’re too afraid to cross. Seokjin touches his split lip, wincing a little. Head tilted to one side as he surveys you, he gives a noncommittal shrug.

“Easy: fire keeps me from freezing over, darling.”

He holds your stare, daring you to ask more, to dive deeper. Unfortunately, you’re unprepared for that today. Instead, you nod, and step out into the sunshine, leaving Seokjin and Namjoon behind.

Hoseok is waving at Taehyung and Jungkook who are about a block down the street. They wave back at the two of you, and you notice another figure in their midst. Jimin.

You only pray that this isn’t part of some hairbrained scheme to murder Taehyung in your absence.

Once Hoseok brings the car around you jump in. He speeds down the block, eyes focused on the road.

“So what was this all about? What happened?”

“I managed to bug your father’s vehicle while he was inside the bar with you.”

You blink. “You what? Hoseok, that’s amazing!”

A shy smile graces his features, one that you’ve never seen before. He shrugs before continuing, completely brushing off your compliment. “I overheard some interesting details while you were off in the back alleyway with that blond, thought you might be interested.”

“Yes, please.”

“Wow, so polite.”

“When I want to be.”

Hoseok chuckles before explaining more. “It sounds like there’s going to be an inter-mafia event this coming weekend. It was all he could talk about in the car; it’s a big deal. All of the mafias here on the east coast are gathering for a one-night truce, in order to hold a gala.”

“…everyone? Which means-”

“It’s the perfect night for a heist,” Hoseok finishes eagerly. “We just need to get our hands on an invitation.”

Watching the decrepit buildings of Queen’s Wharf flash past the window, you can’t help but smile. Finally. Things are looking up.

“I’m gonna need a date.”

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wwounu · 5 years

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mafia!soonyoung “HOSHI” #2232111

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drift racer

leader of Perficio Unit

seventeen’s sort of chauffeur

the reason why seungcheol knows his way around streets? this guy.

his obsession with wanting to be a racer started all because of akira

the first moment his little four year-old eyes laid on it, it was love at first sight sparkly eyes, agape mouth, sparkles everywhere and everything

he’d watch the opening scene over and over again and never get tired of it

the thrill and dynamic of it all, how one single moment is never boring, daring to do the most insane of things

action and spy movies were his getaway from the world solely for the car chases

soonyoung wanted that

but as he grew older he realised that life wasn’t really like anime

real life was spent on eating and dumb exams he’d spend the night before cramming information

life got in the way of what his dreams, but racing was still close to his heart, even if that meant sneaking out of the house at night to attend drift races

and he wanted to race so badly the moment he stepped foot but there was one condition sixteen year old soonyoung couldn’t meet:

he had to have a car

quite obviously... he didn’t have a car, let alone was legal to drive

still, he kept attending often to watch the cars drift and race

but the more he stayed, the more he felt downhearted that he cant go on the track himself

so what does he do?

steal a car

truthfully it wasn’t ‘stealing’ as he found a busted car in a dump and called dibs because there was no name

problem two, the car needed repairing

and with the little money this teen had, soonyoung had to steal his family’s toolbox and learn how to repair the car himself

his life was currently: sleeping, eating, failing tests, sneaking out to drift races, failing more tests and trying to learn how the heck to repair a car

it took him two months to put the car in decent shape, which felt longer than it did since soonyoung had to also test the car’s stability

meaning soonyoung had to learn how to drive and that was an experience in itself

he was more worried that once he started to drive that the joy of it would fade away

but did it? hell no

soonyoung: 1 world: 0

on the bright side, he was proud of himself when he finally finished the car — he called it hurricane because the rust looked like tiny raindrops

his first race (that he sneaked in to join) ended up with him going home with way more money than he thought

despite lying about his age, he finally found home on the tracks — and the highlight of the night being driving away from the cops

gets a rush from driving, adrenaline pumps in his blood

seungcheol was an acquaintance of soonyoung’s during their highschool years, but hadn’t spoken until their senior year just before seungcheol left as the leader found out about his drift races

which only happened because soonyoung was sleep-talking about it during a library meet-up for a paired presentation they needed to do

soonyoung would always talk about his races to the male, usually bragging how tired he was because he had a fun crazy night, then crying over the bad mark he got on his paper shortly after

he even took seungcheol on a late night ride around his hometown to tour all places in that single night seungcheol was scared out of his mind at how fast he was driving, but soonyoung doesn’t need to know that

sadly, they lost contact when seungcheol disappeared

which is why seungcheol was begging jeonghan to find soonyoung and recruit him

jeonghan, being the way he is, played hot and cold with his begging friend for a while before eventually saying FINE when seungcheol didn’t talk for him to two weeks

he drags himself to the location seungcheol told him to go becuase it was apparently the place soonyoung races in

disguises himself with a very big hoodie and mask so he wouldn’t be recognised, but that wasn’t a problem because the area was more packed than jeonghan expected

for illegal racing, it was sure popular

question was, who the hell is soonyoung

got bored after two seconds so he wandered around and tried to find someone who didn’t look like they wanted to hunt him down or weird him out

struck up a conversation with a guy who was occupied on his phone, sending cartoon bunny images to a chat named famalam jeonghan snorted at the stupid name

he also noticed that the guy was leaning on a car with 1010 harshly engraved on it, but ignored that

soonyoung, on the other hand, was minding his own business that night, mainly more excited than usual since his parents were out of town which meant he was guilt-free about sneaking out tonight

he also wanted to try out his new hand-painted, shiny red car, not forgetting the small design he was trying out for the first time

but before he could get on the track, someone approached him — a really strange approach — yet thought that he could have some time talking with this person to be on time for the race

as the announcer was warning the two minute start before the race, his eyes lit up and made his way inside the car and silently prayed that it was fully working before twisting the key and hearing the sweet sound of it starting up

cooly, he says ‘thats my cue’ to the stranger

just as he was going to leave, the stranger asks his name

soonyoung smiles, revving his engine whilst the announcer counts down for dramatic effect

‘soonyoung. kwon soonyoung’

and he zooms off within seconds, hollering when the cars are moving on the track and his joins along, placing himself first place in a few seconds

jeonghan owed seungcheol an apology.

doubtless, soonyoung won, getting his money just in time before the blue and red lights could be seen

he was about to leave up until he saw the stranger he talked unaware of where to go, a bit panicked

wanting to be the hero, he offered him a ride and luckily escaped from the cops

the man, which introduced himself as jeonghan, thanked him once soonyoung took him to a local 24-hour diner, munching on a celebratory sundae with his prize money

he offered jeonghan some, but jeonghan refused but what monster refuses sundaes?

the rest of the story basically is soonyoung seeing jeonghan once again during his races, apparently having an urgent problem that he had to attend to

which made soonyoung offer to drive him to this location, missing out the race at least that meant someone other than him could be the winner

stepping on it, soonyoung drove as fast as he could to the place jeonghan needed to go to asap jeonghan didnt expect for soonyoung to give him whiplash

and when soonyoung realised he was stepping foot in a dark, eerie building, he figured that it was too late to call quits

his active mind thought jeonghan was an undercover murderer, ready to cut soonyoung’s limbs to sell them to the black market and ship them to germany, he wasn’t ready for his arms to be shipped to germany-

‘SEUNGCHEOL IS THAT YOU?!’

and like that, he joined seventeen without any hesitation

never thought of being a real drift racer for a mafia

just thought his racing days would be a illegal hobby to him

soonyoung was also an icon within the drift racing community, so he was sad when he was told that he couldn’t attend every night anymore because he’s in a mafia and ‘seventeen is supposed to be undercover, butthead’

soonyoung giggled at minghao saying butthead

his collection of cars wasnt too bad, but there weren’t any to make people go thats one cool dude with a cool car

joshua lets soonyoung use his cars since he personally doesnt drive that confused soonyoung and it surprised soonyoung because his many many cars was like a utopia

he’s proud of his character development from ‘running away from police all the time’ to ‘running away from the police with better and fancier cars’

so far soonyoung has broken twenty and counting

and lost sixty-three... and counting

knows how to hijack cars through his repairing experience

hijacks cars whenever he gets the chance to aka all the time

and during whole-group jobs, he trots to the parking lot with chan because he’s dragged to these things to inspect the cars and cherry-pick which is the most worthy to steal

but if other cars catches his eye, he leaves an engraving of 1010 with a metal object

in regards to 1010, he makes sure all of the cars joshua he owns has 1010 nicely engraved on it because he deserves to be treated as a prince

always sometimes can’t help himself when he sees a shiny new car, he just has to get it

practices doing donuts with those cars in spare time

“soonyoung what’s this”

“the lambo veneno! a beauty!”

“which you broke into”

“i left an apology note!”

“YOU STILL STOLE A CAR”

“but-”

“THIS IS THE THIRD TIME THIS MONTH SOONYOUNG GODDAMMIT”

Perficio Unit has to watch over their leader because leader unit have given up on him

although he seems cheerful with his members, he can get angry easily

wont hesitate to run someone over

doesnt take it lightly when he’s shunned by others as being stupid and purposely crashes into their car if he’s feeling like it

as for his members, he cant stay angry for too long, but is the type to flip his personality around them or usually leave the room when they’re in there

he’ll then think how stupid he’s acting and apologise himself, talking to that member about what went wrong and where they can build up on it

also buys them something because he feels bad, like that gold bracelet he got for mingyu or the ugly gucci slippers he got for minghao

when he takes lead of their mission, his speeches are usually race-related or metaphorised using racing-terminology

no one understands what he means

is in charge of getting the call when his members need a pick up and he’s there within a snap, blasting music when they jump in and he drives off as they shoot the rivals following them

when it comes to leading his unit, he doesn’t have much to do since they understand each other perfectly and get on with the work — it’s soonyoung who needs to control himself

can sometimes go too far by getting too tipsy on the wine and Perficio Unit play rock paper scissors on who looks after him jun usually loses

loves heists especially when he’s chosen to lead them

seventeen avoid doing the typical bank or jewellery heists, but heist upperclass families/mafias that have had dirty business with seventeen

because of this, soonyoung plans way way way in advance about recreating the best car chases he sees in movies

not akira level, because nothing can come close to that masterpiece

therefore, the most weird things happen during this and seventeen just have to go with seeing sudden explosions and inserts of wild animals coming into the chase

Perficio Unit cannot believe that this is their leader, but sadly, it is

vernon supports his ideas and helps him to live out his dream by planning the explosions at the right time and making sure the fire that spreads spells out HOSHI when authorities come to report on the area

minghao, being the one with braincells, stabs a knife through the newspaper with its headline regarding a fire-spread the night previous

soonyoung is snaked out by vernon that exact moment the male confronts him

minghao isnt surprised

is probably the only one who still connects with his family

they aren’t aware about his new mafia life — nor the fact he’s been sneaking out since sixteen to join drift races — but he isn’t letting go of his family

his family had never been stable with money ever since childhood, and it was because of soonyoung’s reward money that they moved and are living safely in thailand

has to take care of them because they worked so hard for him and he can only return the favour this way, even if it involves with blood in his hands

but if his family find out about the mafia, he doesnt know what to do — seventeen mean so much to him as well

and he can’t choose sides between his family or seventeen

though, he has his future planned out already

one day he hopes to reunite with his family in thailand permanently to begin a life of farming

by that time he’d already have enough from his drifting days and seventeen to live comfortably, spending it carefully now that he’s an old person because old people are mature with their money

would gather up his grandkids ‘little stars’, he calls them to tell stories about how grandpapa hoshi would speed off away in cars from explosions with the help of his best friends

and his children would laugh at how silly he’s sounding while the grandkids’ eyes shine like his and his partner glances at him too, chuckling quietly

even his grandkids enjoy akira too!

well, his kids tell them off for making them watching something graphic, so he lets his grandkids settle with cars 2

but he’ll never raise his children and grandkids to be like him, or live in his lifestyle because even though it’s fun, it’s dangerous, so he gets overprotective with his little stars and scolds his children when they arent doing something right, even if it’s minor

a very naggy and cheerful grandpapa

doesn’t talk much about his past when his kids ask because it’s not important to him anymore since his family comes first, but when he thinks about it later he does admit it was the biggest part of his life for him and his partner is well aware of that too, keeping the secret safe too

and again, there’ll be one day where he’s sat, looking up into the sunset of his farm as the crops grow

his grandchildren are playing with their new puppy while his kids are preparing dinner

suddenly, he’s smiling to himself

he thinks about his life, the cool things he’d done, the stupid things he’d done, about his adventures, about seventeen

his mind lingers on seventeen, wondering how they’re doing — maybe they should meet again, like they do every year — ask seungcheol how his grandson is taking the business, or if chan fulfilled his dream of travelling the world

and he swears he could see their silhouettes in the far distance, beckoning him over to come

soonyoung does

and he feels young again

“A line for reaching to the beloved ones”

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lightning-will-bovino · 4 years

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Send me ‘Behind the scenes’ for conversation between the mun and the muse

Lambo: Stop thinking up cute things!Blue-Hat: I can’t!Lambo: Think of something else!Blue-Hat: That’s just worse!Lambo: What can be worse than cute things making you red?Blue-Hat: HOT SAUCE!Lambo: *Blinks owlishly before he slams his hands on his (starting) red face* Go back to think on cute things.Blue-Hat: THANK YOU! *Covers red face with a pillow*

#hot sauce...is a new term for hot steamy passionate hugging #XD #reinumiji

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gumnut-logic · 5 years

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Gentle Rain: Epilogue

Title: Gentle Rain

Warm Rain Series

Part Twenty: Epilogue

Author: Gumnut

4 - 10 Mar 2019

Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOS

Rating: Teen

Summary: Sometimes it is so gentle, you don’t realise it is happening.

Word count: 2553

Spoilers & warnings: Virgil/Kayo, Scott/OC, Gordon/Penelope, spoilers for Warm Rain up to this point in the timeline.

Timeline: Six months after ‘The Proposal’, almost a sequel.

Author’s note: For @scribbles97 And here we are, the very end and epilogue :D Those of you who follow me on Tumblr will have already read the first Tale of Gentle Rain – I kinda jumped the gun and didn’t want to officially publish it until I had finished this fic…which is done now, so expect it in a day or two. Again, thank you ever so much to @scribbles97 who has helped me through this entire fic. Also thanks to @i-am-chidorixblossom and @the-lazy-razorsharp who have also answered my frantic calls at various points in time – this fic was a nerve-wracker and I can be really insecure at times :D I would also like to give a massive thanks to all of you who have cheered me along the way. Your comments and feedback have kept me going. It makes it so much more purposeful to write if I know what I’m writing is being read and super bonus if it is being enjoyed. Thank you so, so much ::hugs you all madly:: I hope you enjoy this last little bit.

Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother.

-o-o-o-

This time I wonder what it feels like

To find the one in this life

The one we all dream of

But dreams just aren't enough

So I'll be waiting for the real thing

I'll know it by the feeling

The moment when we're meeting

Will play out like a scene straight off the silver screen

So I'll be holdin' my breath

Right up to the end

Until that moment when

I find the one that I'll spend forever with

'Cause nobody wants to be the last one there.

'Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares.

Someone to love with my life in their hands.

There's gotta be somebody for me like that.

'Cause nobody wants to go it on their own

And everyone wants to know they're not alone.

Somebody else that feels the same somewhere.

There's gotta be somebody for me out there.

Nickelback, Gotta Be Somebody

It was a perfect evening. Autumn was truly showing its colours with warm days and cool nights. A touch cool for him, the tropics made him soft for temperature extremes, but Em showed no such concern.

Virgil had ribbed him the entire trip, airlifting Scott’s Lamborghini from one country to another. Some fast talking and a bucket of money at the state government service point and the blue sports car hit the Perth highway network with Western Australian plates. Taking the day to familiarise himself with the city while Em finished up with some patients and he realised why Virgil so liked bringing his Harley onto the continent. So much sun, so much road. Perhaps he and Em could...he smiled to himself. One step at a time.

He picked her up at her apartment, eyes agog at the sight of his girl dressed in flowing deep blue satin. Her dark hair was gently curled, her lips blood red and her pale blue eyes smiling at him. He found it very hard not to smudge her makeup right there and then.

As it was, she grinned up at him and brushed the lipstick off his lips with her thumb. “You dress up very nicely.” And she was eyeing him very obviously. Her hands landed on his shoulders, soft through his jacket and she leant up and kissed him again.

Hmmm.

Very nice. His hands around her waist, soft material...warm skin. Oh god, the dress was backless. He deepened the kiss, his tongue finding hers, his fingers brushing across the curve of her back, slipping over that tantalising softness...drifting lower, slipping beneath fabric, beautiful, oh yes...pulling her closer, losing himself in her.

His hand trailed down her spine. Soft skin became rough and his fingertips stumbled over obvious scars.

He tensed, but hurried to cover.

Not subtle enough.

She broke off the kiss and shot him a questioning look. “Scott?”

“I have something for you.” He put everything into his smile.

It appeared to work.

“What are you up to, fly-boy?”

A grin and he led her to the car.

“A lamborghini? A blue lamborghini?”

He snorted. “I guess, if you really want it, you can have it, but no...” He opened the car door and, reaching in, pulled out a single red rose. “According to Virgil, this is something a prospective boyfriend gives a prospective girlfriend on their first date.”

Em was smiling enough for her eyes to sparkle with it. “Virgil gives great advice.” She took it gently from his hand and smelt the opening bud. “Lovely.” Looking up at him through her eyelashes, she purred, “You know, I should kiss you thank you, but at this rate we are going to spend the entire date on the sidewalk outside of my apartment.”

A grin. “Sounds good to me.” He brushed a stray hair from her forehead and replaced it with his lips.

She leant into him. “Oh, you big distraction.” But she slipped her hands under his jacket and around his ribs, and again, he found himself kissing her. His heart-rate spiked and he became extremely aware that if he didn’t stop enjoying himself so much, they would end up somewhere much less likely to serve food.

He wanted to do this right.

God, he wanted to do this right.

Breaking off the kiss, he smiled down at her. “You are rather distracting yourself.” He curled her hair behind one of her ears. “Truly beautiful, Emaline.”

Her eyes widened and her lips parted as if to say something, but closed instead, smiling, somewhat shyly. She fiddled with his jacket collar. “You know how to sweet talk a lady, fly-boy.”

He lowered his voice. “I know how to tell the truth.”

Another smile and she turned slightly, linking her arm in his. “So, you ready to show a girl a good time?”

A grin. “Oh, most definitely. Your limo awaits.” He gestured towards the Lambo. A step and he opened the door for her.

“Why, thank you, kind sir.” Her hoverjets whirred as she lowered herself to the level of the seat and, disengaging her harness, levered herself into the car. It was awkward and Scott hovered a little to make sure she didn’t slip. “You okay?”

“Never ridden in a sports car before.” She grinned up at him and straightened her skirt. “This thing got a boot?”

“Boot?” He blinked.

She rolled her eyes. “A trunk?”

“Oh. Oh, sure.”

A flick of her palm controls and the hoverscoot rose up in front of him. “Grab it.”

He did as he was told and another flick of her fingers and the jets disengaged, the ‘scoot falling into his grip. It was surprisingly light.

He closed her door gently and walking to the front of the car, stashed the ‘scoot in the trunk, before jumping into the driver’s seat.

“Ready?”

She was fiddling with an extra harness, attaching it to her seatbelt. “Sorry, I need to be a little more secure.” A clip around the lap belt and she straightened. “There. Now, fly-boy, let’s see what this gorgeous machine can do.”

A laugh, and he started the engine. A good throaty roar and he pulled out onto the road. “Would you like to go for a bit of spin before dinner?”

“I hear rumour you like fast things.”

“That is no rumour.”

“Then let her rip.”

So he did. Grabbing the nearest freeway, he opened her up as far as the speed limit would allow. He headed for the distant hills, looking for some nice curves in the road to wrap her around. Em appeared to be enjoying every minute of it. As the sun headed towards the horizon, they disappeared into eucalypt forest, leaving the freeways behind. The long shadows of trees sped over the hood of the car like a strobing light.

“How long have you had this car?” Her question broke the rumbling silence of the last thirty kilometres.

“A few years. Gordon bought his, followed by Virgil.” He shrugged. “It seemed like a good idea at the time. Unfortunately, I haven’t had much of a chance to take her out.”

A half smile out the corner of his eye. “Well, hopefully you will get more time now.” She reached over and put her hand on his thigh. Her finger began rubbing circles on his pant leg.

His hand drifted to hers, wrapping her fingers in his. “What do you feel like for dinner? Any dining preferences?”

“Anywhere with you will do.”

He grinned. “So McDonalds in a carpark do the job?”

“Hah! Upgrade to fish and chips and a scenic lookout and you’re on.”

A blink. “Actually that doesn’t sound too bad.” He couldn’t remember the last time he’d parked a car and just sat to look at a view. “But this is our first date, I want it to be memorable.”

“Then fish and chips it is.”

And she meant it. Before he knew it, she had him pulling to the side of the road in front of a mom and pop shop in some tiny wannabe town and he was ordering a meal that cost less than one of Virgil’s fancy coffees.

Two sodas and a hot dinner wrapped in butcher’s paper. Em pulled up the location of the nearest lookout and they were parked, just in time to see the sun slip below the horizon.

The smell of hot fries permeated the car and set his mouth watering.

“They are not fries. They’re chips.”

“Look like fries to me.”

“Well, they’re not.” And she whacked him on the nose with one.

“Hey!” She giggled as he wiped the salt off his face. “You’re asking for it, young lady.”

“Ooh, asking for what?”

“Keep doing that and you might find out.” He bit into a chip and it had the perfect crunch followed by light and fluffy potato inside. “These are delicious.”

The lookout was deserted and as the sun disappeared, it grew dark and the city in the distance lit up in the yellows, white and oranges of street lighting, with the central business district standing bright as if a centre piece to the whole panorama.

“There is something about looking down at a city at night. All those lights, a home, a house, a building, a street lamp. All defying the darkness, outlining where we’ve spread, our impact on our environment, our determination.”

“I should take you up to Thunderbird Five and let John show you his view.”

She was staring at him. “Into space?”

He smiled. “Yes, into space.” A sigh. “Sometimes I forget that some things we do are not every day things.”

“The Tracys don’t do ‘average’.”

“What?” It came out as a half laugh.

“Kayo told me that the day I first arrived on Tracy Island. I have to say, she’s got it right.”

“I hope you don’t hold that against us.”

“Against you? No. You just have a little magic at your fingertips.”

“Magic.”

“Yes, magic.” She reached out and touched his face. “In more ways than one.” Her smile was gentle.

“Heh.” He couldn’t help it, he blushed.

That smile turned into a grin. “And here I thought only your grandmother could manage that.”

He straightened a little. “What can I say? You have your ways.” He shoved another chip into his mouth and guzzled a little of his drink.

“There is no need to be embarrassed.”

“Not embarrassed.”

An arched eyebrow, but she left it, eating a chip of her own.

The meal passed pleasantly, and soon the butchers paper was scrunched up and Scott climbed out of the car to deposit it in the nearby public trash bin. The air was a touch chilly, but oddly refreshing. Walking around to Em’s side of the car, he opened her door. “Would you like to do a little stargazing?”

She grinned. “I can do that from here.” Her expression turned all starstruck and obviously targeted him.

“Oh, really?” He struck an alluring pose.

Em burst out laughing. “Okay, perhaps you are right. Let us gaze at a galaxy of burning balls of gas.”

“Hey!” But he was grinning as much as she and as Em unfastened her harness and seatbelt, he grabbed her ‘scoot from the ‘boot’. A little shuffling and the occasional mutter and his girl was mobile again.

He took her hand in his.

“I like your hands.”

Scott startled. “What?”

“They’re warm and your fingers are so long and elegant.” Both of hers wrapped around his right hand, rubbing it a little. “And they were the first part of you that reached for me.” She kissed his middle fingertip.

He couldn’t help but smile. “How do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Just...” How could he explain it? She affected him. Churned something inside. Made him...feel good. He reached up his other hand, sliding his fingers into her hair, cupping the back of her head. Bending down, he kissed her again. She responded immediately, letting him in, moving closer until she was in his arms, her body pressed up hard against him. She was just...

She was smart. Different smart to him, but smart, quick, able to keep him on his toes.

She was strong. She could kick his ass. She took no shit and could give as good as she got, if not better.

She was beautiful. Her smile caught him and set his heart beating harder than it ever had. He wanted to run his fingers through her hair.

He wanted her.

Oh, god, he wanted her.

And she loved him.

He broke off the kiss, staring into her pale eyes. “I love you.” It was a revelation, but not. The words just simply existed and he knew them to be true. She was different from anyone else. She was...

She was Em.

And she was staring back up at him, her eyes wide, her lips parted.

She was kissing him again, reaching up and pulling him down. A whir of hoverjets and she was suddenly at his height, kissing him urgently, her hands in his hair, her lips on his and he couldn’t help but respond.

He held her. He kissed her. He loved her.

And everything just seemed right.

-o-o-o-

The beep was soft, barely loud enough to hear, but it woke Kayo without a problem. It was designed to do that.

Beside her, Virgil slept on, finally on his stomach. She took just an extra moment to appreciate him, barely visible in the dark, his broad and bare shoulders once again bunched up as he hugged his pillow. He was breathing softly.

She resisted reaching out to touch him and slipped from the bed instead, leaving the room silently.

“Yes, John?”

“I’m not calling Virgil out, I just need some information, I promise.”

Kayo sighed. “John, I owe you an apology.”

“What?”

“You got the raw end of everything during recent events and I know I’m partly to blame. I am sorry, it shouldn’t be that way, and I apologise.”

The line was silent a moment, then a quiet, “Apology accepted” wandered down from orbit.

The silence returned.

“John?”

“Kayo, you used one of Virgil’s trackers for Em’s hoverscoot.”

“Yes, but I changed the flag so you could see it was different.”

“But not everyone would know that. It was still on the same frequency.”

She blinked and it all came together in her head. “You think someone has hacked our tracker system. You think they were after Virgil?!” She raised her voice involuntarily and had to bite her lip to stop saying more.

“Kayo, it is inconclusive. Why bomb the bridge? If someone was after Virgil, why approach it like that? And it is very obvious that Em is not Virgil. Eyes on target would reveal that immediately. No, I think there is more to this.”

“I want the trackers scrubbed. Speak to Brains. I want security upgrades on all our networks. Find the hole and plug it.”

“Kayo-“

“Including the subcutaneous.”

“Kayo-“

“John-“ A pair of large hands slid around her waist and drew her up against an equally large and warm chest. A kiss at the base of her neck.

Warm breath.

His voice was deep and rough with sleep. “Kay? What’s wrong?”

“John, do it. I’ll be there momentarily.” She killed her comms and, turning in his arms, looked up into his beautiful brown eyes. They were heavy-lidded and frowning with a little worry for her. She forced a smile. “Not much. John discovered a problem with our trackers. I need to go up and help him with a system overhaul.”

“In the middle of the night?”

“Security is security.” She reached up and placed her hand on the side of his face. He leant into her touch. “Go back to bed, love. I’ll see you in the morning.”

He drew her into a hug, gently kissing her. “Will miss you.”

“I’ll miss you, too. Go back to sleep.” She turned his dopey figure back in the direction of the bedroom and he obeyed reluctantly.

Grabbing her uniform, Kayo shoved it on, anger in every movement, mentally cursing whoever was responsible.

Well, they would regret it.

No-one threatened her family and lived.

-o-o-o-

FIN.

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #virgil tracy #scott tracy #kayo kyrano #john tracy #virgil/kayo #scott/em #scott/oc #warm rain #gentle rain

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Vongola Vigilantes (4/?)

Based on this post I made a while ago, or you know, just this:

“…instead of Class 1-A and the Vongola 10th gen being the same age, the Vongola are a long established vigilante group that’s a pain in police’s and villain’s sides (most heroes either have neutral opinions or quietly agree with the Vongola) while Izuku loves them and is their number one fanboy.”

Parts 1 / 2 / 3 / ?

Also on AO3

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Sawada Tsunayoshi can barely feel his lungs as his feet pound into the ground, his short legs taking too long leaps for their length, but it doesn't matter to Tsuna. All that matters right now is that he gets to him.

It's one of those examples of a mother that gets the strength to lift a car that’s trapped their child when you consider how Tsuna’s stick legs got him this far.

Tsuna stops even though he’s so close because the front gate is crowded with reporters, to the point that Tsuna can barely see the school building through the cracks between people.

Tsuna throws his hands to his front pockets, then his back, and then around his whole body until he finds his phone in the side pocket of his cargo pants, trembling hands rushing to unlock it. Before Tsuna can even turn the dang thing on, a hand comes to his shoulder and Tsuna doesn’t jump ten feet into the air, thank you very much.

“Are you a parent?” an unphased gruff voice asks, somewhat muffled for a reason that Tsuna can’t quite place from just hearing it.

Tsuna whirls around immediately, trying to meet covered eyes, but he unintentionally focuses on the ridiculous over-the-top mask on the man’s face, “Yes! Err, no! Kinda?” he stutters through his words, “I'm a guardian! My ward is a student here! Class 3-A!”

The man, a hero - Tsuna briefly realizes, turns on his heel, his cloak flying out behind him, “Follow me.”

Tsuna swears he hears the snide whisper of “civilians”, but he isn’t so sure to call him out on it.

The hero leads him to a side entrance at a pace that is too slow for Tsuna's liking but he doesn't say anything to rush the hero. Tsuna, rather, decides to ask, “Can I ask what happened?” It's a rather harmless question compared to the first thought of "can you go any slower?"

The hero doesn’t even bother to turn back to reply, “There will be an official report later. We have the situation under control. We just ask that you pick up your… ward and go.”

Tsuna frowns, hating how standoffish and rude the hero is but knows that this isn’t the place or time.

Everything inside Tsuna jitters with impatience.

The crowd at the side entrance is smaller in comparison to the crowd of reporters and is constantly moving with people who are coming and going. The school’s pro-heroes seemed to have set up some kind of temporary area for family to pick up their children. There are groups of students and adults with their children holding up tablets to seemingly sign them out. The hero stops right at the entrance and picks up a tablet from a table, and briefly Tsuna wonders just how much money the school has to have all these tablets, but the hero’s gruff voice jolts him out of his thoughts, “The name of the student?”

Tsuna almost shouts the name, “Bovino Lambo! Class 3-A!”

The hero stops and immediately snaps his head up, “You’re… Bovino’s guardian?”

Tsuna almost wants to laugh at the irony of that but nods, “Yes! Is he okay?” he ignores it because his anxiety is through the roof.

The hero nods almost flustered under all the layers and covers his costume gives him, “No, no, he’s completely fine. I’ll just have someone get him-”

“Tsuna-nii!”

Tsuna immediately throws open his arms and wraps his arms around a lanky form that smells of grapes, “Lambo,” Tsuna practically whimpers. His knees grow weak in relief and Lambo is gently setting the both of them onto the ground. Tsuna pulls back just enough so he can cradle Lambo’s face in his hands, “Lambo, I was so worried. Are you okay- what happened? Do we need to call-”?

“I’m fine Tsuna-nii,” Lambo says, his voice warm, putting his hands over Tsuna’s, “It wasn’t even my class and I was at the main campus. My classmates and I were sent out to watch the other classes with the civilian teachers when the heroes got the news. I’m completely fine.”

Tsuna finally feels like he’s breathing and presses his forehead against Lambo’s heart, “Oh thank god.”

“Aa, if it isn’t Tsuna-san making a scene in the middle of the sidewalk.”

Tsuna looks up frantically and see the eyes of students, adults, heroes, and police that watch him and Lambo; his face flushed red, “Iieee!” he yelps and jumps up.

Lambo sighs and pulls himself up to stand at Tsuna’s side - and that is so, so, reassuring -, “Fran, what are you doing here?” he calls out to his childhood friend.

Tsuna turns on his heel to see the apathetic, teal-haired, young adult wearing a hoodie and jeans standing there with a bored expression, “Fran! Are you doing okay too?” He immediately rushes to the man who is, sadly, just a bit taller than him and checks the thin man all over, “Has Rokudo-san been contacted? Do you need me to take you home?”

Fran lazily just lets Tsuna fuss over him, knowing better than to resist as it’s much faster to go along with Tsuna when he’s like this, “I’m fine. Power Loader wouldn’t even let me get out of the class. Chrome-nee-san is here so I’ll be going home with her once everything is settled.” Before Tsuna could even open his mouth, Fran continued, “And Chrome-nee-san is perfectly fine.”

Tsuna manages a small smile, “I’m glad. I don’t know what I would have done if you two were injured.” And that’s the complete truth - Tsuna would have been lost if his younger brother and Lambo’s childhood friend, that he’s been acquainted with since he was a child, were gone.

“Bovino, you ran off before you could finish your sign out sheet,” a voice calls out from behind Tsuna, “What happened?”

Lambo lets out a sheepish chuckle as he turns on his heel, “Sorry Midnight-sensei, my brother came to pick me up.”

Tsuna turns and briefly takes in the 18+ hero before he reels back to gape at Lambo, “You thought I wouldn’t come to pick you up?” he asks horrified.

Lambo shrugs, avoiding his gaze, “Well I knew you had work and you weren’t answering your phone so I just kinda assumed…” he trails off, his voice growing weaker, knowing how weak that excuse is.

Tsuna grabs at his brother’s upper arms, “Lambo, you are more important than my work. As soon as Chieko-san showed me the news I just ran out without thinking. I’m sorry that I didn’t answer my phone, but you have to know that I’m always going to be here for you.”

A hand lands on his shoulder and a woman lets out a low laugh, “Wise words from a caring man. It’s a shame I’m not exactly into that.” Shivers goes down his spine, standing frozen, as lips come close to his ear, “Such a sweet brotherly love,” hot air brushes the shell of his ear.

Tsuna is pulled away as his heart beats out of his chest and his face flushes a complete red. “Midnight-sensei, what the hell?” Lambo shouts for his defense as he stands between his teacher and his brother.

Midnight just licks her lips and winks, “Calm down Bovino, it’s just a little bit of teasing.”

Fran’s deadpan voice cuts through Midnight’s and Lambo’s bickering, “It’s impossible to me that she has never been arrested for harassment.”

Tsuna’s blood is still rushing in his ears but the hole in his stomach is no longer there.

And that’s all that matters.

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“Yuuei Academy’s first year hero class, Class 1-A, was attacked at the school’s Unforeseen Simulation Joint, or USJ for short, by a group calling themselves the League of Villains-”

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“-hero students at Yuuei were saved by the Vongola!”

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“-the police are saying little on the matter-”

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“-luckily not many were harmed. The two teachers were easily treated by Pro Hero Recovery Girl and the only student injured sustained a broken finger.”

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“Can you believe this school? How lax does the security have to be to allow villains in-?”

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“The name of students involved are not being released to the public and the press is being pushed away before they can even come close to Yuuei!”

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“-people are asking how the Vongola knew about the League-”

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“Those two are alright right?” Haru asks with her hands on her hips, “Didn’t do anything stupid hahi?”

I-Pin, who had been pacing the entire shop and had been so distressed that she wasn’t allowed to work for the afternoon, finally lets out a long sigh, “Yeah. They finally responded to our chat. Tsuna-san picked up Lambo and Chrome-san and Fran will be going home together once Yuuei clears out.” She runs a hand through her hair, “What did we expect though? Fran and Lambo are always the one who make Futa and I lose years off our life.”

“Haha, you make it sound like you don’t do the same to Futa-kun sometimes.” Yamamoto doesn’t stop laughing even at I-Pin’s sharp glare and Haru’s telling look.

“You seriously never know when to shut up, do you?” Hana drawls as she primly shoves a piece of nigiri into her mouth. She points her chopsticks at I-Pin after she swallows, “But from the stories I’ve heard, he seems to have a point.”

I-Pin blushes a bright pink. “They’re very persuasive when they want to be,” she says weakly in her defense, like a child who was caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

Hana hands Haru’s phone back to her, her eyes lingering on the picture of Yuuei Academy in the article before she turns back to the sushi in front of her, “You four are childhood friends, right?”

I-Pin brightens up immediately, “Yeah! Ever since Lambo and I were five. But it kinda feels like we’re still kids even though half of us are full-fledged adults.” And isn’t that the truth. This time next year, Lambo will be a pro-hero and I-Pin will, hopefully, be in the roster for nationals. They’ll be on their own soon.

Haru giggles at that, “Kyoko, Hana, Chrome, and I felt the same way when we graduated University.” She remembers flashes of the days when they used to room together for the four years of their schooling.

I-Pin seems to perk up at that, her expression as curious but no one in their little groups gets to say anything.

“Yamamoto-kun, do you mind turning the news on?” a voice calls across the nearly empty shop, “I think channel 5 is doing an update on Yuuei right now!” It’s a customer and the three workers at Takesushi turn at the call. He’s a regular that is known for getting somewhat rowdy when he’s downed a couple drinks but always leaves with a cordial promise to come back when asked to leave.

“Yuuei?” another customer asks from a different table with a furrowed brow, “Did something happen at Yuuei?” This customer isn’t quite as familiar but Haru swears she’s seen the exact assemble of a Best Jeanist jean jacket and Gang Orca t-shirt underneath on this woman.

The regular barks out loud, “Haven’t you seen the news? Yuuei was attacked by some kinda gang of villains! Yuuei is being awfully quiet about it - probably don’t have an excuse for the way they put those kids into danger.” He’s the typical middle-aged man that doesn’t makes his own opinions and is too lazy to actually look into issues; he just takes news at its face value and believes.

Murmurs start across the shop and I-Pin’s face is pinched in distress. I-Pin may not go to Yuuei, but she’s heard a lot about it from Lambo and Fran to know that the teachers and heroes there are dedicated to their students. This is an isolated incident, she’s sure of that even though the two idiots haven’t exactly said anything to her. Just as I-Pin’s about to open her mouth and start a shouting match (she’s justified alright? She just spent hours stressing about if her two best friends were injured or even dead) Hana sets her empty tea cup down loud enough to silence the shop.

The customers are stunned into silence as Hana’s attention-grabbing voice speaks, “Actually, Yuuei isn’t allowed to make a statement immediately because of the involvement of minors. A couple years back there was an incident at a school that wasn’t quite on this scale but after the school made too quick of a statement parents began to sue the school for releasing information about their children without their permission just because they wanted to save face.” Hana doesn’t even turn her head as she gestures for Haru to pour more tea into her cup, “Yuuei is legally not allowed to say anything without getting the facts straight with their students, the witnesses, the police, and the guardians of the students involved unless they want to face repercussions.” She gives the regular a sharp look, “Educate yourself before making wild assumptions.”

The regular sputters but Hana just turns back and puts another piece of sushi into her mouth.

Haru giggles quietly as she rubs shoulders with Hana, “Did you not get enough sleep last night?” At Hana’s dead look she knows she’s a hundred percent right.

“Did you get that case settled?” Yamamoto finally speaks up again, in a low voice that can’t be heard over the jeers the customers are making at each other and the gossip of Yuuei.

Hana’s dull eyes become focused and she frowns, “Uncharacteristic of you to actually act like a monkey.”

Yamamoto laughs, “What are you talking about? You were complaining about a difficult case last time you were here right?”

Hana eyes flicker to the smile on the man’s face before looking into his eyes, “Don’t be stupid.”

“It’s hard to break bad habits you know,” Yamamoto says with mirth, “I never was very good at school.”

The two don’t look away from each other, one smiling and the other glowering.

I-Pin takes the liberty to interject, changing the subject, “Yeah, when I ask Takeshi-nii for help with my homework he just says something like, ‘well you do whoosh! Boom! And bam!’” She crosses her arms across her chest, “It’s annoying.”

Haru brightens up, “I would love to help you with your homework if you want me to!”

I-Pin sticks her tongue out, “And have to learn from a genius that already knows the answer just from glancing at it? No way! I’d never learn anything. Geniuses are the worst teachers.”

Haru gasps dramatically, “Hahi? Excuse you, I am a great teacher! Hana-chan, tell her!”

Before Haru can entirely drag Hana’s attention away, Hana sends one last look at Yamamoto with a promise.

This isn’t over.

But Yamamoto just laughs that carefree laugh.

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A League of Villains Attacking Yuuei

Written by: Sasagawa Kyoko

According to the Musutafu Police Department, at approximately 2:22 PM earlier today, a large group of villains infiltrated the top hero academy in the nation: Yuuei Academy. While twenty students of Yuuei’s hero course were training in their training facility known as the Unforeseen Simulation Joint (USJ), more than 200 villains infiltrated the USJ and attacked them and the two accompanying pro-hero teachers: Eraserhead and Thirteen. The police are saying nothing about why the villains infiltrated the USJ but has a released a statement stating that Eraserhead and Thirteen were healed by Pro-Hero Recovery Girl. The only student that was injured was quickly treated for their broken finger. The police went on to say that the students’ names would not be released to the public and cannot be asked to make a public statement.

However, there have been rumors floating around that the infamous Vigilante group, the Vongola, were at the scene and protected the students from the villains. While it is unclear where the rumor stemmed from, there is reason to believe that it may be true. The students that were attacked are in their first year, meaning that they do not have much fighting experience but the police, in their statement, reported that they arrested most of the villains. Not to discount the hero hopefuls’ abilities, but it’s highly unlikely the students were able to fend off the villains until their teachers arrived.

Reporters are being asked to leave school grounds as there will be an official statement from Yuuei’s principal later this evening.

After the incident, students’ parents or guardians were asked to pick up their children regardless of year and course. Those parents and guardians who were otherwise occupied or too far away were escorted by sidekicks to their homes.

Check back here after Yuuei’s statement for more updates.

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Incident T#483

Date: XX/XX/XXXX

Hero License #: 181Z26A5291

Hero Name: Eraserhead

Incident: While at the USJ (Unforeseen Simulation Joint) at Yuuei Academy, the class of 1-A and Pro-Hero Thirteen and I were attacked by villains. They seemed to be after All Might - claiming to have only come for All Might. They expressed the interest in killing All Might and when they found out All Might was not here, they tried to use the students as an example to intimidate All Might. Communications went down and as such we were unable to call for backup. I engaged while Thirteen was tasked to protect the students. However, the students got scattered by a warp quirk, scattering them across the USJ. It seemed to be a luring tactic to get All Might to the USJ. While I engaged most of the villains, a villain by the name of Shigaraki Tomura used his disintegration quirk to disintegrate my elbow and he command the creature, (Unknown Element #: 1415U169441) Noumu, to attack me. The vigilante known as Giotto, from the Vongola, appeared to seemingly protect me. Called out to his comrades in the Vongola and they answered to confirm that all the students and Thirteen were relatively safe. Giotto froze and had Asari kill the Noumu and only escaped when the villains leave after other Pro-Heroes arrived. Giotto claims he came because he “heard the cries of children being targeted and had him and his group jump in” the fray. Giotto made it very clear that the Vongola would not stand with The League of Villains.

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Tsukauchi Naomasa is frustrated. The main reason why he is frustrated is because the media is right. The police really don’t know a lot. All the students were questioned at the school after the students had calmed down. Most of the students saw what happened in the USJ from start to finish - with their own different points of view, of course. Iida Tenya was the one who ran to get backup and Mineta Minoru passed out early on; therefore, they did not see a lot of the action. Each of the students within the USJ were with members of the Vongola and claimed to have been saved or aided by the vigilantes. Except for Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki, and Aoyama Yuuga who were trapped in what they believed to be an illusion conjured by Daemon. Though Naomasa supposes that that’s Daemon’s own way of “saving” someone.

Eighteen of the students and Aizawa Shouta had seen Giotto’s encounter with the League. The students were either all herded to the entrance of the USJ by the Vongola, escaped there themselves, or were shown what happened through an illusion.

So many eye witness accounts yet nothing. They weren’t any closer on Shigaraki, the Noumu, Kurogiri, the League, or the Vongola.

It’s frustrating.

It’s frustrating that Naomasa has to come to him for advice.

Rokudo Mukuro is a piece of shit on a good day. A good day. Today is not a good day.

Mukuro has his feet up on his desk and his fingers loosely laced together in his lap, “And how can I help you today, Detective?” He says “detective” like it’s a curse and with emphasis to make it seem like he’s capitalizing the word.

Naomasa wishes he could find something wrong with Mukuro’s investigations but he’s always clean. Somehow, even with the suspicion that Mukuro is somehow involved in something illegal, he’s always telling the truth. Sometimes, Naomasa believes that Mukuro is just a stubborn asshole. But Naomasa always listens to his gut and his gut hates Mukuro. Hates Mukuro for a reason he can’t place.

Naomasa puts his hat down on the table, “I need all the information you have on the League of Villains and the Vongola.” The best thing to do with Mukuro is be direct as possible.

Mukuro quirks a delicate brow and swings his feet off the desk, “I’m not an info broker, detective. I’m a private investigator. Most days I catch cheating spouses and find missing people. I barely interact with villains.”

Naomasa sighs, “You heard about the attack at Yuuei and, to be frank, we’re severely lacking information.” His voice drops to below a whisper, “Mukuro, I know that whatever you actually do isn’t exactly clean,” and he does, he just doesn’t have proof, “but I need this information.” And he does, for his friend who was targeted, for the students that were attacked, for the future safety of his country. Mukuro is uncharacteristically silent as Naomasa bows his head, “Children were attacked Mukuro. It was a class with two capable pro heroes and I know for a fact that your ward is working as an assistant to Power Loader. Who’s to say that the League won’t attack Yuuei again?” Naomasa is playing dirty, and he feels a deep shame inside because of it, but he doesn’t have a choice. He needs more pieces to this puzzle.

Mukuro doesn’t say a word but he fiddles with something on his desk, the object tapping against the wood rhythmically as he finally begins to speak. “You and I both know I’m not stupid enough to not realize why the League attacked Yuuei and I know that Fran can handle himself enough to escape. I wasn’t interested before, Detective, but now?” Naomasa’s head goes up just in time to see the wicked grin that comes to his face, “now I am.”

Mukuro is piece of shit on a good day.

On bad days? Mukuro is absolute scum.

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“What have the police figured out?”

The man’s eyebrow, from across the way from Kusakabe, twitches but no violent movement or threat follows. Kusakabe honestly considers that a win.

“Nothing,” is Kusakabe’s blunt reply. “They’re hopeless when it comes to discovering anything about the League and the Vongola. We’re not going to get information from them besides the fact that the League was after All Might.” Kusakabe is kneeling in the shadows of Kyou-san’s dark tea room, and it's absolutely not dark because Kyou-san had just woken up from a nap before their guest had arrived. Kusakabe turns his head to his left and speaks, “What do we know about the League?”

The first voice speaks up, gruff but still somehow warm, “Ultimately nothing substantial. There’s someone with a warp quirk and a disintegration quirk and they have access to these big monster-like things that have quirks. Besides their goal of killing All Might, we don’t know much. They’re causing a ruckus in the underground, but most are laughing at their attempt.”

Kusakabe sighs quietly as his hand comes up his face, “I don’t know if I should be impressed or disgusted that your use of “ultimate” worked in a real sentence.”

Ryohei laughs from his gut, “It’s an ultimate word for any ultimate situation.”

A quiet, but not hidden, scoff comes from the side of the room that Hibari occupies but both men don’t acknowledge it. It’s not the time and one out of the two of them values their life.

“What of Yuuei?" Kusakabe asks as he kneels close to the door leading to the hallway with his head bowed, "Their keeping their mouths rather shut," Kusakabe's eyes flicker across the dark room.

Hibari growls ever so slightly, "Trying to get anything about that herbivorous school is like pulling teeth." He bares his teeth in disgust. It’s the first he’s spoken since Ryohei’s arrival.

Kusakabe knows it’s best to cut Hibari off when he’s ahead, "Is there anything significant that the heroes are saying?" he asks Ryohei to change the subject.

Ryohei shakes his head, unknowing to what Kusakabe is trying to do, "Ultimately, it’s the same thing as we’ve always heard. Even though a lot of them have been told about the real events at Yuuei; people aren’t changing their opinions of the Vongola." Ryohei frowns, “It’s just causing a real stir in our neighborhood. I ultimately wish that this would all settle down.”

"Our group will continue our investigation into the League of Villains and All For One," Kusakabe says after a long moment of silence. "I will be sure to inform you of something as soon as it arises."

Before Ryohei can say a word in response, Hibari stands up and he’s out of the room, letting the sunlight stream into the room.

Ryohei chuckles at the distressed look on Kusakabe’s face, “Maa, it’s fine Tetsuya, I’m depending on you to back me up when things go bad around here!”

Kusakabe sighs tiredly, “Ryohei, how many times do I have to tell you that we’re licensed and allowed to use our quirks and abilities to protect people and that you aren’t?”

Ryohei just laughs heartily and Kusakabe knows that getting through to his friend is useless.

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There's a woman standing in front of the class when they enter with Aizawa next to her. They quickly shuffle to their seats when Aizawa doesn't turn to acknowledge them and when the woman sends them a smile.

The woman is short, definitely shorter than Aizawa, probably around Midoriya's height. She has her violet hair in a tight bun on her head with two decorative needles sticking out of them. She wears a smart black blazer and pencil skirt, along with a white blouse. Her feet have plain black flats and her legs are covered in a black stocking. She wears a white eyepatch over her left eye and there's a soft smile on her face and a bright twinkle in her purple eye as she waves, “Hello.”

The class mostly remains silent, unsure of how to respond, but a few respond politely.

“Listen up,” Aizawa says, “I'm not going to say this twice. This is Dokuro Chrome, the school mental health counselor.”

The class stare at their slightly bandaged teacher as he just stops, asking with their eyes if that's all he has to say on the subject.

Dokuro, thankfully, steps up, “Thank you Eraserhead. Like Eraserhead said, I'm Dokuro Chrome but Chrome-sensei is just fine with me,” her voice is soft and almost fragile but it's warm and comforting as a small smile comes to her face. “Normally we would have been introduced at the school opening ceremony but a certain someone refuses to attend every year,” the woman bravely meets Aizawa's pointed glare for a second with a serene smile before moving on. “I am Yuuei's mental health counselor. That means I'm here from everything to friend problems, home problems, school work stress, relationship problems, and even traumatic villain situations.”

The realization of why Chrome is at the front of their class hits.

Chrome smiles, maybe seeing how their faces changed in response to their realization, “While I may not be a pro hero or inspiring to be one anytime soon, I know what a villain attack can be like. Especially when everything seemed so peaceful and normal and then everything changes in a second. So, if anyone would like to talk, I am here before school, during school, and after school from six A.M. to five P.M. If you ever need me, feel free to drop by my office near the teacher's lounge or make an appointment through my email.” She promptly turns and writes her email on the top corner of the board before turning back around, “Normally, I don't go to visit the hero course students well into their second year but unfortunately, your class has been subjected to something terrible.”

Her eye narrows, and she suddenly seems very serious as she looks out into the class. She doesn’t seem so meek or easily influenced anymore. She stands firm, like an anchored rock, “You all did well in that situation. Standing in the face of villains and coming out relatively okay with minimal casualties is admirable. The fact that you're still sitting here, more determined to be a hero than ever says a lot.” She smiles, “I can't wait to see what the future holds for all of you.”

And like that, Chrome is gone, the only trace of her the smell of violets and her email on the board.

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NOTE: I'm so sorry for the late update but I got swamped with the weeks leading up to finals and then finals at the end of June. As soon as my finals ended I went on a trip and I've just been recovering from that. I've also been writing scenes for this story and "Want Emancipation?" at the same time but the scenes also don't make sense chronologically so I have a lot of mess I need to piece together later for each story. Hopefully I will update quicker next time.

Chapter 5 is halfway done and there should be a teaser up already or shortly after I post this so go ahead and read that!

Thank you for the love and support I've gotten already! I really appreciate it!

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KHR 070: Kufufufufufufufufufufufu

When we last left off, this happened to Birds.

It was beautiful and cathartic. BUT IT’S IN THE PAST NOW.

Today we will be properly introduced to everyone’s favorite leather-clad miniboss, Lancia! Also, Tsuna meets Mukuro for the first time. Only he doesn’t know it’s Mukuro. Shenanigans!!

Anyway, did you know that the twins actually had names? I didn’t. And I’ve read this chapter like six or seven times by this point, so I have no idea why. It’s really weird, too, because they’re actually really cute names.

Like, I would name a pair of goldfish that. But not the monsters from Amnesia: The Dark Descent.

Kyoko is all, “Hey, Doctor Shamal!” while Hana has a more reasonably skeptical look on her face. Meanwhile, neither of them seems to notice that the mummy from The Mummy franchise is lying there twitching on the ground behind them.

Shamal takes this opportunity for some completely nonsensical flirting.

It’s debatable whether he actually says this just to send them running off all the more quickly. I go back and forth an awful lot when it comes to Shamal. I have very strong feelings about him being an extremely half-assed mentor figure to the very young and impressionable Hayato for a short while, before abruptly running off and leaving my poor child sad and hurt and confused, all because he couldn’t be bothered to explain the concept of, “Please be more careful about trying not to die.” And when I say “very strong feelings”, I mean, “This guy can fuck right off.” That plus the incredibly annoying shounen pervert trope really puts me off the guy.

But even so, sometimes he can be useful.

There’s no denying the dude is a badass, on the few occasions he actually decides to be.

Also, this attitude…

…I feel is something Gokudera actively tries to emulate later on during his own badass moments.

For better or worse, he really does look up to Shamal even now. It’s a little frustrating, but what can you do.

Anyway, lest we forget, Lambo and I-Pin were also being badasses.

Lambo’s flirting is way more gentlemanly and respectful than Shamal’s. Nana raised this boy right.

THERE ARE OTHER IMPORTANT THINGS BESIDES FIGHTING!

Besides, it means I-Pin gets the fight all to herself which is amazing!

YEEEEEEESSSS

MY FAVORITE THING IS HOW BIG HER SMILE IS THERE AT THE VERY END. SHE IS SMILING SO BIG!!

THE ONLY THING THAT COULD POSSIBLY MAKE THIS BETTER IS IF MY FAVORITE CHARACTER ALSO GOT IN ON THIS

I LIVE FOR THE LITTLE THINGS. LIKE GOKUDERA HAYATO SHATTERING ALL OF THIS MAN’S RIBS

ONE HIT K.O. YOU SAW IT HERE FIRST FOLKS, GOKUDERA HAYATO SINGLE-HANDEDLY DISPATCHED THE WORST CHARACTER IN THE ENTIRE SERIES.

Eh, in this series that doesn’t really hold true, actually. Aside from this one guy. Which is why he’s the worst.

Tsuna then super-belatedly realizes that there were only supposed to be three people and instead the count is up to at least seven so far! Reborn then explains that these guys broke out of prison along with Mukuro.

“There’s no way the rest could have joined Mukuro.” Um, okay. I’ll just let Tsuna take this one.

Hold up. Can we just take a moment to appreciate Reborn’s face:

No words.

Tsuna now feels the need to ask if anyone else will be showing up, because for all we know there are like twelve more of these guys, since Reborn apparently likes to sit on this kind of information until it has become laughably irrelevant.

And in fact Bianchi’s spider-senses do detect someone hiding nearby! Who could it be?

IT’S THE EIGHT-YEAR-OLD HOSTAGE

Tsuna is incredibly relieved to see him and immediately starts running over! But Fuuta stops him!

Oh shit I smell an angsty anime plot twist coming on.

MY SHADOW’S THE ONLY ONE THAT WALKS BESIDE ME

WOW HE JUST FUCKING LEFT. SAYONARA TO YOU TOO THEN.

Tsuna runs after him because ???!! What else is he supposed to do!

Gokudera shouts that it’s dangerous, but before he and Yamamoto can actually do anything, they are suddenly confronted by the one thing no one ever expects: a fucking steel beam being hurled at them by a pair of sentient leather pants.

Man I knew the mafia was weird but damn.

So meanwhile Tsuna is running through the woods getting himself lost and then ALL OF A SUDDEN he runs into THIS FUCKING GUY

Mukuro responds with the most over-the-top show of wide-eyed innocence that you’ve ever seen in your life. Like, if he’d had a teddy bear handy I’m sure he would have been clutching it and staring up at Tsuna with big chibi eyes.

DON’T TRUST HIM TSUNA EVERYTHING HE’S SAYING IS ENDING WITH TILDES

But surely the future Vongola Decimo with his famed Hyper Intuition will—

ლ(ಠ_ಠლ)

JEEPERS MISTER YOU’RE REALLY STRONG

Look at Tsuna just eating this up, as though he’s not actually a thirteen-year-old child with messy hair who barely clears 100 lbs. Let’s not forget how he immediately screamed upon first coming into contact with Mukuro, before proceeding to say “EHHH!?!” like six times. Yeah, you really fit the profile of a rescue guy, Tsuna. It’s only natural that Mukuro would think of you as such, and not suspicious at all.

Yeah that Hyper Intuition is completely out to lunch, huh.

Mukuro asks Tsuna if he’s come with some really strong friends, and I’m struck speechless by his answer.

“Your friends must be so strong!” “Ah no they suck.”

WOW.

WOW, TSUNA.

NEVER MIND THAT THEY’RE YOUR TWO BEST FRIENDS, AND THE #2 AND #3 STRONGEST MIDDLE SCHOOLERS (AND THIS BEING NAMIMORI, EVERYONE KNOWS MIDDLE SCHOOLERS ARE THE STRONGEST!!), AND THEY BOTH SACRIFICED THEMSELVES TO SAVE YOUR SORRY ASS MERE HOURS AGO. I GUESS THAT’S STILL JUST NOT GOOD ENOUGH TO QUALIFY THEM AS “REALLY STRONG”, HUH? WHO EVEN NEEDS THOSE GUYS ANYWAY WHEN YOU’RE OUT TALKING TO YOUR NEW BEST FRIEND OVER HERE!!!

Also note how he’s just completely forgotten about Fuuta now, when he was frantically chasing after him not 60 seconds ago. Is Mukuro’s smiley face tilde energy really this powerful. This is scary.

Since Tsuna is just volunteering all kinds of information with barely any prompting, Mukuro continues to cross-examine him, especially about that baby!

Oh now you can’t mention the details, huh.

Finally Tsuna gets tired of telling Mukuro EVERY GOD DAMN THING and asks about Hibari. (Not Fuuta, though. Fuck that kid.) Mukuro is all, “oh yeah I’ve got him locked up in my basement” and Tsuna asks him where but Mukuro suddenly gets VERY VERY CREEPY

What’s wrong kid never seen a Sharingan before

[skeptical Thor voice] Has it, though…?

So finally Tsuna realizes that he maybe shouldn’t be out here talking to this mysterious smiling boy with an evil red kanji eye who’s apparently fucking obsessed with finding out what Reborn is capable of, and runs off. Despite having brazenly told Mukuro two pages ago that he was here to rescue him.

Basically everything about this encounter is a colossal embarrassment of a failure on Tsuna’s part. I know Bob Ross said mistakes are just happy little accidents but jesus. OH WELL.

On the other hand, Mukuro had Tsuna [gestures with hands] right there and just let him escape, so. I guess one could argue that he wasn’t trying to capture him at the time. But:

[lets the Vongola Tenth escape] “Let’s get the Vongola Tenth Boss.”

Mukuro then points out how Tsuna is a fucking idiot, before letting loose with a kufufu. Then, feeling that wasn’t quite enough, he lets out another ku, followed by eleven fucking fus.

Look at all of those damn fus.

Mukuro then explains he let Tsuna go in order to “allow the Arcobaleno to show his hand first.” Which is astoundingly overconfident considering that he’s a freaking Arcobaleno, and Mukuro is a fifteen year old kid who just got out of prison and whose strongest ability doesn’t even fucking work unless he manages to cut you with his trident first which, GOOD FUCKING LUCK DOING THAT TO REBORN. BUT OKAY, MUKURO. WE’RE ABOUT TO CUT AWAY FROM YOUR SCENE NOW SO I’LL STOP MAKING FUN OF YOUR STUPID EVIL PLAN FOR THE TIME BEING.

Finally we cut back to the attacking leather pants, which actually belong to Lancia, a male stripper currently in the employment of the Kokuyou gang.

However, before I can continue with the stripper jokes, Gokudera interrupts my train of thought by suddenly being struck by a plot-related ailment at the most inconvenient time possible.

“Because I’m about to keel over lol.”

Okay now back to Magic Mike over here. Just imagine that “Low” by Flo Rida and T-Pain is playing in the background. Here, I’ll help:

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Okay let’s do this.

DID SOMEONE CALL FOR THE LONG ARM OF THE LAW

I SHOULD WARN YOU I HAVE A CONCEALED WEAPON

ENOUGH TEASING NOW TIME FOR SOME PLEASING

Meh I have to cut this short because action and plot are happening I guess!!

Okay so Gokudera, Bianchi, and Yamamoto are momentarily freaking out because they think Lancia is the final boss, rather than the miniboss he actually is. Bianchi, apparently the ONLY ONE who remembers Fuuta exists and cares about him at all, asks “Mukuro” what he’s done with him, to which Lancia basically replies, “idk who that is.”

Gokudera than collapses from his plot-related ailment!

This is actually really funny if you still have “Low” cued up in the background though.

So Yamamoto is all, “I’LL BE YOUR OPPONENT.” But Lancia doesn’t even respond to him other than by launching his giant fucking ball and chain again.

Finally a miniboss that doesn’t fuck around! Hey Ken and M.M., you could both learn a thing or two.

AND IT GETS RESULTS

Ouch.

I know this looks bad, but despite that I just have to take this moment to once again say: YOU COULD HAVE DODGED IT IF YOU WEREN’T WEARING FUCKING FLIP FLOPS

Then there’s a panel of Gokudera being concerned about Yamamoto, so you know I’ve gotta put that in here.

Everyone looks pretty worried, actually. NOT OUR LOVER / BROTHER-IN-LAW / SON

And then we cut to Tsuna, who’s still fucking lost somehow.

Literally just follow the sounds of screaming and explosions and crashing trees, dude.

And then Reborn finally decides to actually do something.

And that’s when you know it’s getting fucking serious, folks.

So not a stand-out chapter, but it establishes Mukuro’s character a bit more, and sets up the extra-long fight scene coming up next time! We’ll finally get to see that Dying Will Bullet action! Which, if you think about it, really makes it stripper vs stripper. Just another day in our shounen mafia manga.

#khr #katekyo hitman reborn #yay old chapter #so something you may have noticed #about the kokuyou school uniform #is that it doesn't have fucking leather pants #that's all lancia you guys #that and the ripped shirt #and the spiked gloves #and his scarred body #and the chain weaponry #I'm not trying to imply anything about what lancia gets up to in his downtime #but uh #it kind of implies itself really

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Prompt 5: You confront Gokudera at one of the functions that Vongola is hosting. Main chick is there, you two get into it. Not a happy ending at all. Who does Gokudera choose? Not you, honey.

Instead of being explain to, all Gokudera leaves is a request to meet in person at one of the events the Vongola is hosting. It’s a “fundraiser” that’s being held to raise money for something that you could not give two shits about. You weren’t invited in the first place, the only reason you were here was because of the answers that you desperately wanted.

Looking into the bathroom mirror once again, you could not help to nervously apply your lipstick again for the fifth time. You keep checking your hair and your dress, not wanting to look stupid next to all the heiresses and wives that were in the room that night. You just felt like you did not belong in all the luxury.

Finally, you pull yourself away from your reflection, knowing that you could not put it off any longer. You were here for a reason, and you needed to get it over with. There was no point in delaying it any longer.

Stepping outside of the bathroom, you excuse yourself from the person squeezing past you that grumbles something under their breath. You, on the other hand, are distracted by the sheer amount of people that had managed to fill out the ballroom in the Vongola mansion. So many different faces and gowns, you honestly felt inadequate next to all of them.

How the heck were you going to find Gokudera in all of this?

You were pushed, shrugged off, practically tripped, and elbowed all the way to the other side of the room. How did people survive these parties when you were being abused left and right? No matter how pretty everyone was, it did not help that most of them were pretentious assholes.

Fantasy: Shattered.

Looking around, you still saw no sign of silver hair anywhere? Where could he be? Had he ditched you? No, Gokudera would never give up, he was a passionate person who always saw things through. This was no different, even if he was in the wrong, he always sought to set it right.

You quickly left the ballroom, not wanting to be in the suffocating room any longer. Gokudera was no in there. It felt better to leave the crowded room, but you were then met with Valentina the moment you exited, with Gokudera in tow. Something twisted inside your gut seeing her pulling him around and him letting her.

Valentina smiled when she realized it was you.

“Ah, [Name] it’s so nice to meet you again. You left so quickly the other day, I did not have enough time to talk to you.” Ugh, you felt bad, but you wanted Valentina to just shut up. You wished she was mean or evil, so then you could hate her, but it was so hard to find any fault in her when she was this nice. Maybe being too nice was a negative trait...

Gokudera had finally took notice of what was happening when your name was mentioned. He had finally looked towards you, and you could feel your breath being sucked out of you. He was as handsome as always, and did not look like anything could bring him down.

He cleared his throat, and pried Valentina’s fingers from his suit jacket. Valentina gave him a confused look.

“Go on in, I’ll catch you in a little bit. I need to talk to her.” His voice was stern, but there was no heat behind his words. You felt the knot in your gut twist harder at the tone. Of course...

“I can stay, I’m not doing anything anyway. You were going to introduce me to some of the allies, weren’t you?” Gokudera looked slightly ticked off, balling his hands into fists until his knuckles turned white.

“No, I was not. You know I can’t do that. Now leave, I need to talk to [Name]” Valentina gave a pout at Gokudera, before her eyes narrowed at his face. It was as if she could make something out on the blank face, because suddenly she look at you with a heated look.

“So, you’re the one who Gokudera had been stringing along?” Her tone had changed from earlier. The normal sweet tone was replaced with an icy one, which shocked you. What the fuck?

Gokudera tried to block Valentina from coming towards you, but she pushed his arm aside.

“Now, I don’t know what Gokudera told you, but you are just an affair, something insignificant. I’m the one who’s going to be married to him, so please, just let go of him already. There was nothing there in the first place, you are causing him a great deal of stress due to your constant calls and texts-” You cut her off.

“While I appreciate you being protective of your “future husband”, he’s the one who started the affair without revealing that he was going to be married. I heard nothing of it, so of course I’m going to call and text the guy who I thought liked me, since suddenly he ghosted on me. If anyone’s at fault, it’s his. Don’t come at me when you don’t know anything.” Valentina looked taken back at your words, but she got red in the face. Gokudera grabbed her by the waist as she pounced at you, her long red nails inches away from dragging down your face.

So, he was engaged this whole time...

It made a lot of sense now. You were just some plaything, being cast aside as the date of his wedding came closer and closer. The relationship the two of you had was just a bachelor trying to do as many woman as he can before being held down by the bindings of wedlock.

Tears came to your eyes, but you did not let them fall. It felt hot behind your eyes, and you wanted to let out a sob, but you didn’t. They did not deserve to see this side of you. People like them had no feelings about those around them, just played with them until they got bored.

“So, this is what you had been hiding from me. It would of saved me a lot of time and feelings if you had just not started this relationship in the first place. Goodbye, Gokudera.” Gokudera did not say anything or attempt to stop you as you walked away, not wanting to see the scene any longer.

You did not know what hurt more, being lied to by Gokudera or losing to such a two-faced bitch like Valentina. How did you think she was nice? She was just like all those other girls who only cared about themselves and put on an act to get what they wanted. Ugh.

You held in your sobs until you got to your car, bypassing Ryohei and Kyoko who tried to talk to you. You ignored Lambo and I-Pin who had offered you some cake. A horrible feeling swirled inside at your cold attitude, but you knew that you could not cry at the party.

You would not let anyone see you break.

Once you got to your car, you tried opening the door, only to realize the car was locked. You got super angry at the car, and angrily tried to pull the door open, knowing full well the door would not budge. Letting out an angry growl, you kicked your car, making a dent in it. Sinking to the ground, you let yourself begin to cry into your legs, curling up into a ball.

Anyone could see you right now, but you could not stop yourself.

After a while, you calmed down, wiped your face, got in your car, and drove home. All the while feeling numb inside.

#gokudera #khr scenario #admin chrome

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i-w-p-chan · 6 years

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Red Crystal, Part 1

Summary: Enma wakes in a world he only half-remembers and stumbles through his new life with the shadow of his previous one looming over his head. AU.

Note: I'm pretty sure approx 3k words in this fic happened just because I couldn't physically bring myself to summarize some scenes in simplistic sentences.

Also, sorrynotsorry.

WARNINGS: Completely AU, Fantasy AU, This Fic Has Only Two Modes: Feels And Confusion, FEELS, SO MUCH FEELS, NOT A HAPPY ENDING, I.W.P-chan's One True Evil Fic, There Is A Kiss (Not In A Romantic Context), So. Many. Details., Enma Is Trying (So Is The Author), Blood, Can't Believe I Almost Forgot To Put 'Shameless Self-Indulgence'.

Disclaimer: Don't own KHR.

Enma jolted awake.

He blearily looked around him, noting the great mountain rising in front of him, the river a couple of feet in front of him, situated between him and the mountain side, and the sand beneath his fingers. Just where was he? And how did he get here?

He braced himself on his hands and knees to raise himself up, going slowly to accommodate his sluggishness and dizziness.

He stretched and let out a jaw-cracking yawn; just how long had he been asleep here?

There was a rustling in the bushes behind him, making him snap into awareness and warily eye the forest that was behind him. Another rustle, this time accompanied by a low growl, and Enma stepped backwards, one foot slipping into the shallow edge of the river.

Silence stretched for what appeared to be an eternity; Enma's heart was beating furiously. Just what was going on? Who- or rather, what else was there with him-

There was a great splash from the river and a loud growl from behind him.

Enma didn't even look behind him before he shot off into the forest, chased by the sounds of rustling bushes and loud growls-

-and footsteps not his own.

There was a voice calling out and Enma was too terrified to stop and listen.

Enma kept on running and the voice grew closer and closer.

"Hey! Wait!" A hand shot up from somewhere nearby and Enma jumped in surprise. His foot caught on something on the ground and he almost fell over.

The hand grabbed him, suspending him in mid-air.

Enma turned slowly towards the person who caught him, to see a young man with messy, purple hair and purple eyes.

The man huffed, looking vaguely annoyed, but mostly alarmed, "I'm not going to hurt you. Actually, I've been searching through the forest for hours now and you're the first person I came across."

Enma must have given him a confused look, because he elaborated, "I'm Skull, a freelancer, I'm on a job for the Sky Temple."

Enma relaxed. Just a freelancer on a job for the Sky Temple. The knot in his chest unraveled from relief. He was safe if the Sky Temple was involve-

The Sky Temple? Enma's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Yeah, kid, the Sky Temple." (Did he just say it out loud?) Skull was giving him a concerned look, "Everyone knows about the Temples,"

"No, that's not…" Enma trailed off as he wracked his brain for information; he frustratingly came up blank, "I know about the Temples, it's just! I can't remember!" No matter how hard he tried to dredge up anything he knew about the subject, he couldn't find anything more than a vague sense of recognition.

"That's worrying." Skull let go of Enma and put his fists on his hips, "I think I'm going to stop my search for the day and take you to the land; we should have you checked over if you can't remember the freaking Sky Temple. There is no way you're that sheltered. You could have amnesia and that requires you going to one of the cities for medical attention." Skull hummed thoughtfully, "I forgot to ask, what’s your name?"

"I'm Enma."

"Of?"

"Of?" Enma parroted, confused.

"Yeah, of which town, family?"

Enma opened his mouth to respond, the name on the tip of his tongue, before he stopped, suddenly realizing that he didn't remember.

Skull observed him carefully, "Can't remember?"

Enma nodded mutely.

"How old are you?"

"Eighteen, nineteen? I think?"

"Do you know where we are?"

A shake.

"Where you last were?"

Another shake.

"What's the last thing you remember?"

Enma focused on his memories, a sea of blurry images coalesced together into a great fog of muted colors and sounds.

What was the last thing he remembered?

There were screams; there was fire; there was the sound and feel of crystals, shattered and whole, clinking on the ground; there was blood so much blood (too much blood); there was a great pair of huge doors opening and the overwhelming sense of panic; there was painpainpain and shocked amber eyes and oh god why did it happen how did it happen-

"Breathe!" There was a pair of hands grasping his shoulders and a voice talking to him.

Enma blinked, his surroundings coming back into focus, his vision obstructed by a concerned face.

"Skull?"

"Yeah. I thought I lost you there for a second."Skull inhaled, "I should really take you to one of the Temples as soon as possible."

Skull pulled a silent Enma with him through the forest, keeping an eye on him and a hand holding onto him, as if afraid Enma would slip away at the first opportunity.

Enma was lost. He was missing something, someone, very important to him. Someone he needed to search for, but didn't know where to start looking.

Actually, no, Enma blinked, he knew where to look. He needed to go to the Sky Temple. Something in him resonated with the name, it probably meant something.

(He hoped it meant something.)

He didn't know why he was- wherever he was, why he was missing a good chunk of his memory, why it hurt to try to remember by himself, why he felt a vague sense of urgency, pushing him to turn back the way he came and go look- look for what, he didn't know.

So many things he didn't know anything about aside from vague echoes, echoes that sent his heart hammering in his chest in fear and longing and terror and too many feelings to name (too many feelings filling his chest until it felt like it would burst any minute).

What was he supposed to do now?

"Alright, be careful while stepping into the boat. Don't want you to fall over."

Enma was snapped from his thoughts by Skull's voice as Skull guided him to a simple wooden boat, connected to what looked like a huge octopus.

Enma blinked in shock, but stepped into the boat, closely followed by Skull, who was carefully observing him.

Enma had a feeling that his zoning out didn't go unnoticed.

"We'll be heading to the land now."

"Can we-" Enma licked his lips, fists clenched, "Can we go to the Sky Temple?"

"Sure. I was planning to go there and tell them about you anyway. After all, they were the ones who sent me here in the first place."

Enma settled down as the boat moved, departing from the island and heading towards the land rising on the other side of the sea.

Enma couldn't help but look back at the island he was leaving behind, a tremendous feeling of loss and melancholy filling him to the brim.

He blinked away tears he didn't know were gathering in his eyes and prepared himself for the journey.

It took them until sunset to reach the land.

Enma stepped out of the boat and stretched before he turned to look at Skull who was taking his octopus, Oodaku, out of the water, and smiled as Skull grinned and cooed at the now shrunken octopus. Turning to look around him, he took note of his surroundings as he scoured through what he could remember to figure out the way to the Sky Temple.

He and Skull were on the docks; off to the side, appearing to be raised in the sea and only connected to the land with a bridge, was the Sea Temple with its circular shape, many outer columns and windows, and glass dome with a wave-like design.

Enma couldn't remember ever seeing it in person before, but he remembered the details of its description. Which meant…

His thoughts whirred as his eyes trailed off to the left, looking across the nearby buildings and up the rising land to catch sight of the Light Temple in the distance with its unique shape resembling a staircase as it accommodated the rise of land. His eyes then shot off to the highest point in the land, where he caught sight of the silhouette of a building right at the top.

The Sky Temple.

His breath caught in his throat; so close, yet so far.

(He wished he knew what he was so eager to see.)

A strong gust of wind whipped around him and he put arm up to his face as a shield.

"What…"

"Huh." Enma heard Skull say, "We're in luck. We arrived just in time to catch up with the Vongola's air patrol."

Air patrol? Enma removed his arm when the wind died down and gaped at the sight in front of him: a big winged ship was suspended in mid air above the sea and close enough to the port they could probably use a gangplank to move between the ship and the land.

"What is that?"

"That's the Vongola's airship. They use it to patrol the border of the land and take a look around at the Walls."

"And we're in luck, why?"

"The Sky Temple is in Vongola City, their city, they usually take passengers with them to the town during this time. Their patrol would now take them around the island again before they are finished, so if anyone was out here by sunset and needed to go to Vongola City, they'd take them."

As Enma guessed, the ship extended a gangplank down to the ports and a black-haired man, who appeared to be in his late twenties, with pupil-less green eyes walked down it towards the two.

"Hey, Lambo." Skull waved, "You have space for the three of us?"

Lambo waved lazily at them, "Sure, follow me."

With that said, he turned around and returned to the ship, followed by Enma, Skull and Oodaku.

(The ship felt surprisingly empty when Enma stepped on board, he had expected there be more people for a patrol on a big flying ship.)

A kind woman called Chrome with purple hair and a pair of pupil-less, purple eyes showed him around the ship, pointing out where the guests cabins where and where the crew's cabins where, while warning him against venturing into the part the crew stayed in.

"Usually, we'd let our passengers come and go as they please but our boss is in a bad mood and wants to be left alone, do you understand?" She looked at him with stern eyes.

"Of course, ma'am." Enma suppressed the urge to shiver under the veiled promises of pain he saw in Chrome's eyes. It was probably for the best to squash down his urge to explore.

"Good." She smiled lightly at him before she left him to his own devices.

Enma found himself back on the deck, eyes trained on the horizon where the great Walls rose, separating them from whatever it was on the other side.

"Please tell me that you at least remember the Walls."

Enma blinked at Skull, who had sidled up to him, Oodaku draped over a shoulder, "Of course I do. Who doesn't know about the Walls? They've always been there."

"Kind of makes you wonder what they're doing there, doesn't it?"

Enma opened his mouth to respond before he closed it. He didn't know why, but the question tugged at something inside of him, something heavy and bound with thick chains, something that tasted bitter in his mouth.

Phantom pain shot through his nerves and his chest ached; he clenched his hands on the railing he was leaning on to make sure he wouldn't tip over.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, just… Nothing, it was nothing."

Skull looked skeptical, seconds away from questioning Enma.

Luckily, Lambo had picked that moment to tell them that they were going to land.

Enma walked with as much speed as he could muster down the gangplank, making sure he won't fall over, ignoring the feeling of eyes on his back and the gnawing sense of loss in the pit of his stomach.

Enma was getting sick of it: all of his sudden emotional swings, launching from one end to the other, wearing his skin, stretching it and returning it to him too big and frayed around the edges.

He wished he could make sense of them, but they refused to cooperate, and his vague memories weren't helping at all.

He picked a random direction and aimlessly wandered, still distracted by his emotions. But not too distracted to not notice Skull's footsteps following after him and assuring him that he wasn't going the wrong way.

Around five minutes of silence passed before Skull spoke up, "Sorry if I said anything that bothered you."

Enma blinked in shock as he stared at a serious Skull, "But you… didn't?"

Skull squinted at him, "It sure looked like I ran you through with a wooden log back there."

"No, that was-" Enma bit his lips, "-just my general confusion. And my mood swings. I don't even know why I have mood swings. They feel too tiring, I don't think I'd ever get used to them. I'm not even sure if I'm the type of person to have mood swings!" Enma dragged his hands down his face, suddenly tired, "Look at me! Doing it again! Why am I so riled up?! Ugh."

Skull quirked a humorless smile in Enma's direction, "Chin up, you may feel better after we get you to the Temple where you can rest for the night."

Enma sighed, "Sure. Thank you for putting up with me."

Skull waved him off, "No need to thank me for it."

Enma begged to differ; he was already feeling much better with Skull's quiet company.

The rest of the walk towards the Sky Temple passed by in a much lighter atmosphere.

Enma had guessed that the Sky Temple was going to be special, due to his surprising insistence on travelling there.

He was already feeling hidden burdens on his shoulders start to peel away from him the moment he crossed the bridge leading to the Temple's plot of land.

There was something about the Temple's aura that made him feel light, safe, protected.

It felt like coming home.

A sense of melancholy descended upon him and he turned to look the other way, down to where the Sea Temple stood, across the great expanse of water and to the dark shape of the island he woke up on.

With difficulty, he wrenched his eyes away and pulled himself towards the Temple's entrance.

Skull preceded him, opening the door and ushering Enma in.

Entering the building itself encompassed him with indescribable emotions; he was happy, content, eager, excited.

Maybe, hopefully, he'd find answers here.

"Ah, welcome." A soft voice echoed through the main hall and Enma turned to see a figure heading towards him and Skull, dressed in a white robe that flowed down their figure, draped across their body in a way that didn't give away any hint to what was underneath, the sleeves were quite long and the hood was wide and fell over their face; the robe had orange lines descending from their shoulders and neckline until the end of their sleeves and around what Enma estimated to be the ribcage; the hood had similar orange lines going down the sides with an orange hexagon in the center.

"Skull and guest, we've been expecting you."

"Head Priest." Skull inclined his head and then waved in Enma's direction, "As you requested, I went looking through the island. So far, I've only searched through a part of the forest. I found him, Enma, there. He seems to be missing a chunk of his memories."

The Head Priest cocked their head to the side, "Enma will be welcome here to sort his affairs. We may even be able to help him. Anything else?"

"Yeah, I'll be going back tomorrow. You don't mind if I stay the night, do you?"

"Oh no." The Head Priest waved a hand, "You know you're always welcome here."

The Head Priest then gestured behind them, "Follow me, I'll show you to some of our empty rooms."

The Head Priest had the two settled for the night and had a meal brought to them in moments, leaving Enma blinking at the efficiency and speed.

Skull chuckled at the slight shock on Enma's face, "It looks like they're a bit over-eager to have you around."

"Huh, why would they?"

Skull shrugged, "It could be anything from being curious or…" He trailed off, zoning out a bit, as if thinking about what else he was about to say, "How about you ask them about that tomorrow? For now, let's eat and go to sleep."

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gokudera witnessing the death of his s/o due to a house fire that might or might not have been accidental

He screams his throat raw, tears streaking down soot filled face as he tries to run towards the house but someone holds him back – “Dammit, let go of me!”

“Hayato, there’s no use!” the voice is equally shaky, unable to believe the flames roaring, consuming – and you’re somewhere in there.

“Y/N!” he’s yelling into emptiness, into an open sky filled with smoke but he’s rasping, suffocating at the thought of you in there since he hasn’t seen you escape and none of the paramedics have notified him about your whereabouts.

“Y/N!”

“Hayato, stop! Please,” Tsuna’s voice doesn’t do much to quell the hurt that emanates from their bonds, and the grip on his right hand man’s shoulder doesn’t provide the comfort that it’s supposed to give.

Hayato’s tears are drying before they even come out, soot and dirt staining his face and coating his hair.

The firefighters drown the flames but the damage’s already done – nothing’s salvageable and they’ve found a body – burnt to a crisp. There’s no turning back from that, no matter the miracles of a dying will flame. Hayato screams, yells to see you one last time but Tsuna holds him back, begging his friend, his brother, not to put himself through this.

A car pulls up and Takeshi bounds out, mouth agape at the scene and heart already hurting because he can feel that pain, feel the loss that’s not even his. He walks up to Hayato, placing a hand on his other shoulder. “I’m sorry, Hayato,” he whispers, tears shining in his eyes. He releases his flames and catches the Storm Guardian as he falls, both he and Tsuna carrying him to the car.

“We need to find whoever did this,” Tsuna grits out, unable to prevent his voice from wavering.

They lay their friend across the seats, knowing that so much will change when he wakes up.

“I’ll call Kyoya,” Takeshi says.

When Hayato wakes up, the nightmare is pushed to the back of the mind. He’s forgotten everything that’s happened until it all comes rushing back, heart beating fast, mouth dry, an arm slung over his eyes as he can’t stop the tears or the dry sobs that shake his body. His throat hurts and he remembers yelling, screaming into the night for you but you never replied (never even said goodbye).

Tsuna, in his office, meeting with Reborn and Dino, falters, swallowing thickly at the sudden burst of emotion, of sadness and anger and rage. Takeshi, informing Squalo and enlisting his help to find the bastards who did this, staggers, gripping the Varia swordsman’s shoulder as tears swim in his eyes. Ryohei, taking his grief out onto the punching bag stops mid-punch, covering his eyes with red stained bandaged hands. Lambo curls up into himself, supposed to be asleep but unable to because the pangs of heartbreak well above his years keep him awake. Chrome stifles her sobs, a hand covering her mouth as tears drip down her cheeks, clutching the trident with white knuckles. Mukuro amps up his illusions, resolving to find whoever’s responsible for this no matter the cost, tearing into minds with mercy. Kyoya decides to see out this investigation himself, showing no compassion to enemy grunts that tell him they don’t know anything, tonfas swinging, bloodlust scorching.

It’s a few days before Tsuna realises he can no longer feel Hayato’s flames. He panics, in the middle of conferring with Squalo before he runs, bolting for his Storm’s room, afraid, horrified – what if he’s given in to the emptiness, to the sadness until there’s nothing left? Takeshi and Ryohei follow, bursting into the room only to find the silver haired man sitting on his bed. He might be breathing but he’s far from alive.

“H-Hayato?” Tsuna approaches him carefully, slightly winded from the sprint. Takeshi and Ryohei linger behind, allowing their Sky to appease him like he’s always managed to do.

“I…” It seems like he knows what they feel – or what they can no longer feel in their bonds. “I can’t do this anymore.” His voice cracks, watery eyes looking up to face his boss – his beloved Tenth but he just doesn’t feel anything anymore.

Tsuna can feel his phone buzzing in his pocket but he ignores it, letting it go to voicemail. Takeshi’s phone starts ringing and he excuses himself from the room, left to deal with the irritated Cloud.

“Don’t give up,” the Sky says, because it’s all he can really say and he hates that he can’t do more. “Just… don’t give up. Hold on, okay?”

And he does, for a little while longer. But Hayato can no longer light his flames. His rings are strewn across the table, collecting dust, and the Guardians don’t see Uri anymore.

Part Two / Part Three

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I have one question: Miley, what’s good?

I n a bizarre, straight-from-Hannah-Montana twist, Miley Cyrus resurfaced last week with a new, squeaky clean image. Gracing the cover of Billboard to promote her forthcoming record Malibu, she appeared almost barefaced. The picture reveals a more subdued Cyrus dressed in a delicate vintage pink Gunne Sax dress, posing in the middle of a country meadow. Gone are those raggedy dreadlocks she insisted on wearing for the past few years, along with her signature crusted glittery-party-monster-makeup aesthetic.

With this new cover story and accompanying photo spread, Miley has softened her gaze for the camera and morphed back into the basic white innocence that made her a household name in the first place. But the interview she gave to Billboard left a lot of people asking what happened to the girl who twerked her way into appropriating black culture not too long ago. Before turning over this new leaf, Cyrus was more than happy to wear her hair in cornrows, pop a gold grill into her mouth as she promoted the beat-heavy album Bangerz, and objectify black women as props in her first video, “We Can’t Stop.”

So it’s curious that Cyrus has seemingly completely changed her tune, distancing herself entirely from the culture she once appropriated. When asked about her musical influences, Cyrus told the Billboard interviewer:

“I also love that Kendrick [Lamar] song [‘Humble’]: ‘Show me somethin’ natural like ass with some stretch marks,’ . . . I love that because it’s not, ‘Come sit on my dick, suck on my cock.’ I can’t listen to that anymore. That’s what pushed me out of the hip-hop scene a little. It was too much ‘Lamborghini, got my Rolex, got a girl on my cock’ — I am so not that.”

This kind of thinking is exactly why Nicki Minaj almost snatched Cyrus’ ass off the MTV stage in 2015. Back then, she asked the infamous question, “Miley, what’s good?” Now I want to know the same thing.

In 2013, also in Billboard, Cyrus appeared to have reinvented herself with a hip-hop persona almost overnight. Earlier that year, she uploaded a video of herself twerking to a dirty south rapper J.Dash’s song, “Wop.” This was our first official introduction to the new “ratchet” Miley, and with this transformation, she was convinced that she had abandoned her pop-star image, enough so that she started being referred to in mainstream media as as “The White Nicki Minaj.”

Cyrus’ Billboard interview has people asking what happened to the girl who twerked her way into appropriating black culture not too long ago.

But any slight chance of that comparison being valid disintegrated when Miley explained to the New York Times, “If you know Nicki Minaj is not too kind.” Cyrus even admitted to understanding why people, including Minaj, were possibly upset with her, because she’s a “white pop star,” but still she doubled down on the misunderstanding. When Minaj called out MTV for rewarding Cyrus for appropriating black culture and mocking the bodies of black women everywhere, rather than nominating Minaj, a black woman, Cyrus took an #allbodiesmatter stance. “There’s girls everywhere with this body type,” Cyrus told the New York Times, right before calling Nicki’s grievance just another “catfight.” It was Cyrus’s frightened response to the “angry black girl” trope, which included Minaj’s now-infamous question that some believe put an end to Miley’s “thug life.”

In the most recent Billboard interview, Cyrus is really trying to put that image to bed — but she comes off as the typical colorblind white woman who still doesn’t seem to get how she’s been appropriating black culture over the last several years. She calls the fact that she was called out for using black women’s bodies as props “mind-boggling” and denies any wrongdoing in “taking advantage of black culture.”

White People: I Want You To Understand Yourselves Better

But her comments about Kendrick Lamar highlight the real issue with Cyrus wearing blackness like a costume. She has reduced rap culture to nothing more than Lambos, dicks, and Lamar. Her comments reek of respectability politics and seem heavily coded in racism, with her cherry-picking negative stereotypes from the genre she poached the first time she felt it was time to re-create herself.

Throughout the entire article, she goes to great lengths to disassociate herself from behaviors that can be coded as “urban,” and her repeated usage of the word “roots” seems synonymous with “white.” She even boasts about how she was inspired to reach beyond what she calls “outspoken liberals” to “cultivate country fans and red staters” (a phrase that could also be read to mean Trump supporters).

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I know I shouldn’t be as mad as I am. But seeing Miley categorize all of her “hoodrat” shenanigans of the past few years as a “phase” is exactly why people of color constantly fight to protect their culture. Cyrus has been waiting for the perfect moment to retreat back to her country facade and the white privilege that comes with it. And it is black women who will suffer from this, who will be ridiculed for the aspects of their identity Cyrus borrowed for a profit, long after she’s shed the faux-extensions and taken out the gold grills to get back into the good graces of her white fan base.

On Saturday, after being dragged up and down on social media and Black Twitter, Cyrus released an additional statement on Instagram: “I have always and will continue to love and celebrate hip hop as I’ve collaborated with some of the very best!” She continued:

“At this point in my life I am expanding personally/musically and gravitating more towards uplifting, conscious rap! As I get older I understand the effect music has on the world & Seeing where we are today I feel the younger generation needs to hear positive powerful lyrics! I am proud to be an artist with out [sic] borders and thankful for the opportunity to explore so many different styles/sounds! I hope my words (sung or spoken) always encourage others to LOVE…. Laugh…. Live fully…. to be there for one another… to unify, and to fight for what’s right (human, animal, or environmental) Sending peace to all! Look forward to sharing my new tunes with you soon!”

Though this statement may seem innocuous, asserting herself as more “evolved” for listening to “conscious” rap still alludes to parts of hip-hop culture being inferior if they do not follow respectability politics. It also doesn’t address her complete overhaul from cultural appropriation to country girl.

Miley’s temporary gentrification of hip-hop music is nothing new.

Miley’s temporary gentrification of hip-hop music is, of course, nothing new. She is not the first talent to toss their “urban” persona as soon as they reached new heights of popularity. I still remember when P!nk actually had fuchsia pink hair and spoke with a “blaccent” before she successfully transitioned into a more mainstream aesthetic. And not long after P!nk came Justin Timberlake, who transformed from a B-Boy grabbing on Janet Jackson’s titty to singing jingles for the Troll movie. Today we have Justin Bieber going through his rap renaissance, before likely abandoning that as well.

Some — including Cyrus — may argue that this is all a part of artistic growth, but I wish these pop stars would skip the part of their career when they decide to exploit the genres that are already hard for aspiring black artists to break into. We know the only remedy is to keep on creating.

To quote Miley Cyrus, in a time where authenticity matters, black artists know this: “We Can’t Stop.”

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Miley Cyrus’ Image Makeover Shows Why Black People Fight For Their Culture was originally published in The Establishment on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

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