Ahah sorry!! Apologies for that! And yeah, I guess we aren’t as active are we? ^_^;; life was a bit harsh on us all. But hopefully we’ll try to drop a few writings here and there.

Hmm honest, I’m not sure how this turned out. I hope you like it ^^;;

It’s a tad long as well. Apologies.

He smelled the blood before he saw the door. It was thick and heavy in the air, accompanied by sounds of whimpering and crying. A soft muffling and a tiny squeal of steel. The sounds of torture.

That didn’t sound like S/O…

Carefully, carefully he brought his hand up, willing for Leon to turn into a silenced pistol. He was confident in his ability to apprehend the perpetrator. The only thing he dreaded was if S/O was alright or not. His heart had dropped at the thought.

Silence walked down the hallway, not a sound emitting from the hitman. The whimpering continued and a soft humming was picked up. That sounded like them. He frowned before softly pushing the unlocked door open. The humming stopped.

A light flashed and a knife, still slick with blood stuck into the doorframe with a thunk, missing his head. He mused that had it been anyone but him they would not be seeing what he saw.

Before him, stood S/O with wide eyes and shaking fingers. Blood stained the clothes they wore and at their feet, a body, tied up with duct tape covering the man’s mouth. He was still alive by the frantic muffled screaming at seeing a-perceived-saviour at the doorway.

“R-Reborn…” tear stains were on S/O’s face, blood on their clothes and with a sigh he stepped closer, Leon reverting back to normal. The dying shrivelling man-37 years old, multiple records of assault, he had seen him in the recent news. What was he doing here?- was still, the blood leaking from a purposed cut under the eye and many other…extremities. S/O knew what they were doing.

It explained the soft lingering of blood within this apartment, of sharpened steel that he mistook for his own. A smell that he knows he should have realised so long ago.

S/O flinched, taking a step back.

“I-I thought you would come home later…” A weak smile as they wrung their hands together-it was a habit Reborn had noticed within the first few months of him dating them-a habit that seemed all the more gruesome with blood quite literally on S/O’s hands.

Their entire body trembled, wide eyes at the thought that they were finally found out. That it would be over now and the next scene they would see would be metal bars and terrified-sad-eyes belonging to the one man they had learnt to trust.

With ease, Reborn slid his gloves off. The clicking of well-polished heels made their way to S/O. grasping S/O’s hands, interrupting their frantic thoughts.

“Breathe, kitten.” A whoosh burst from them as they staggered a little. It seems S/O hadn’t noticed. They didn’t move much, too scared to look at the eyes bearing down on them. Too scared to face a normalized truth. That they will lose everything.

It took two tries for Reborn before S/O heard what he said.

“Where do you hide your bodies?”

Startled eyes looked up. Reborn sighed softly lifting a hand to wipe the fresh tears streaming down their face.

“Well?” Reborn wasn’t one to ask twice, much less three times.

They almost stuttered before automatically answering.

“I…I usually break it down before going into the forest and burying them shallow for the wild dogs to eat.” Reborn nodded. A good usual way to do it. And the forest near here was usually off-limits to the general public. The body would be long gone at the end of the month. Or week.

S/O blinked.

“Then let us proceed.”

It would take three days before they realised nothing had changed. And when they asked him, questions in S/O’s eyes and hesitant worry in their tone. He would smirk before replying.

“I am the World’s Greatest Hitman.”

S/O supposed that was a better explanation than anything.

sorry if Tsuna came off as kinda an asshole, he kinda had to to make it more effective, I guess?

sorry for being basically dead in terms of activity, ya’ll :/

hope you enjoy lmao 

Tsuna

“Missed me, (S/O)?”

Bastard.

You had seen him laughing, having the time of his life, going out to nightclubs and parties, while you had been desperate to crawl back to his arms, banging on his door everyday, begging and crying to get back with him.

You had turned into a literal stalker for him, and it had made you feel ridiculous, humiliated, ashamed.

He had told you you controlled him, that he was being restrained, and that he needed to go, but in reality, he just got bored.

While he had as many flings as he wanted, while he was living lavishly and comfortably, you were just trying to live your life without any reminders about him and your lives together.

So why was he back?

Why was the familiar chestnut brown hair, deep hazel eyes, and sexy smirk back on your doorstep like he had no clue what he had done to you?

Why did he look as if you should be honored to be graced with his presence?

Why did he choose the day you finally forgot him, the day you labeled him as a fling in the past, the moment you were happy with your life, to bother you like this?

Sometimes you questioned your luck—no, you always questioned your luck.

Because it was absolute shit.

“Is that something you call the love of your life?”

So you had said it out loud.

Your eyes narrow. “Why the hell are you here, Tsuna?”

He raised an eyebrow. “I thought you’d be glad to see me.”

You grit your teeth, and shut your eyes in exasperation. “Why the fuck would I ever be glad to see garbage like yo—”

“Mommy? Who’s at the door?” Your three year old daughter rubs her eyes from her daily nap, and blinks. “Is he a bad man?”

You shove away your anger, and smile down at her. “No, sweetheart, he’s just an old friend of mine. Mommy will be right back, okay? I need to talk to this man. Go back to your dad.”

She takes one last look at Tsuna, and nods. “Okay.”

Making sure she had left, you close the door behind you and realize Tsuna was giving you a heavy stare. Almost as if…

Almost as if he was glaring at you.

“‘An old friend?’ ‘Mommy?’ (S/O), are you serious?! Is that all you thought of me all these years?! It’s only been three years, how could you move on so soon?! Was I just a one-night stand to y—”

“Only been three years? All that I thought? Are you being serious right now, Tsuna?” Your fists clench. “You’re the one who broke up with me. You’re the one who left me thinking I was worthless, and insignificant, and now you’re telling me that I’m the one at fault for finally moving on?!”

Tsuna’s eyes widen, as if he had forgotten. “(S/O)…”

“No! I’m sorry if you thought I’d be waiting for you for three years! If that’s who you were looking for, if this was all some kind of sick test of my loyalty, then go find someone else! Because after you left me in a disastrous wreck, I found someone who fixed me, asshole.”

After turning to leave, Tsuna quickly grabbed your wrist. “W-wait, (S/O), just let me—”

“Leave me alone, Tsuna!” Feeling tears at your eyes, you quickly wipe them away, and force him to let go of your wrist. “Please, just… go. My daughter will get worried.”

His eyes were frantic, desperate. “(S/O), please, I can’t lose you in my life, I—”

“Go. If you stay, I really might hit you.”

Pain. Anguish. Regret.

It was all in the hazel eyes you had used to love so much.

Watching him leave, you proceeded to cry.

Maybe your luck wasn’t so shitty, after all.

Because if he had come yesterday, you would’ve left everything just to get back with him again.

This request was asked a longg time ago, but I never got around to posting it? LOL

My apologies to the other admins for going MIA, I had really bad writer’s block.

I hope this was okay…?

Tsuna

“Geez Tsuna, how many times has this happened?”

You knew Tsuna hated it when you were nagging him constantly, but it was because he never listened to you that you emphasized it so much.

“I know you’re the don of the great Vongola family, but this is just ridiculous.” You narrowed your eyes at him. “Are you allowing yourself to get injured just to see me?”

Tsuna smirked. “So you finally figured it out. You’re getting smarter, (S/O)~”

Your eyebrow twitched, and you forced a smile. “Oh really? So you enjoy being in this state, huh?”

“Yea—OW! (S/O)!”

“Stay still you idiot, I have to clean up your wound.”

The big whining idiot that was the “King of the Underworld” had been a past repeated patient of yours.

It wasn’t until he came in random times of the day to drop off little “thank you” gifts and coffee that you realized he was someone who obviously wanted to be more than just a patient.

After his persistence and good charm, you finally gave in to becoming his girlfriend.

“You should’ve warned me first,” he hissed.

“Your fault. Seems you’ve now become a masochist of some sort, so I’m simply giving you what you want.”

His annoyance quickly switched to amusement. “You never let me finish my sentence, though.”

You blinked. “What?”

“Yeah, if it means getting treated by you all the time.”

Sighing in exasperation, you grabbed more material for cleaning his wound. “If you want to see me so much, why not just make me the head Vongola doctor for all I know?” You laughed. “Kidding—”

Tsuna blinked. “So you’ll let me? I thought you would get mad if I did it without your consent.”

“H-huh? W-wait, no, I was kidding—”

“Let’s go submit your resignation letter right now.”

“Tsuna! W-wait—”

He sent a smirk. “Now I can see you every time I want. And I’ll make sure you’re aware that I’m more of a sadist than a masochist.”

Xanxus

Your eye twitched at the sight in front of you.

The almighty boss of the Varia had done it again.

With the actions he constantly took, it was a mystery as to why you even loved him in the first place.

Yes, the grown ass man who refused to get treated for his bullet wound was your boyfriend, Xanxus, though, maybe not for long.

“(S/O), what are you doing here?” he grunted, taking a sip of his wine from the glass in his hand.

You sent an annoyed smile. “What reason would I be here for at this time of day, dear?”

He sent an indifferent glance, and went back to his wine. “Don’t try to be smart with me and answer my question.”

“Xanxus, I have a PhD, I’m not “trying” to be smart, I am. You’re smart too, so let’s try using your head for once, yeah?” Walking over to him, you grabbed a chair nearby and sat next to his grand couch, putting the first aid kit you brought onto your lap.

“I don’t need treatment. Leave, (S/O), I need time alone.”

“No. What you really need is medical help. I’m not letting you die from your stupid pride.”

He scoffed. “Woman, something like this won’t kill me.”

“Oh really? You wanna bet?”

He rolled his eyes. “Depends on what we’re betting on.”

“I was kidding, Xanxus, because we’re betting on your life, you idiot. It’s on me if you die, so I’m treating you no matter what you say.”

You gripped his arm, and saw him slightly flinch. You raised an eyebrow. “So you don’t need treatment, now?”

He glowered down at you. “Don’t make me repeat myself, woman. Leave.”

“No.”

You and him glared at each other, and it was at that moment that you took out the bullet lodged inside of his bicep.

Xanxus winced, which caused him to lose his glare.

In triumph and satisfaction, you cleaned his wound and began bandaging his arm, noting the tenseness of his arm from probably restraining himself from flinching again.

“Xanxus.”

“What.”

“We’re done.” Cutting the bandage off its roll, you sent a smile. “Now was that so bad?

He rolled his eyes. “That was unnecessary.”

“…With a doctor as a girlfriend, you’d think he’d be more reluctant to be treated,” you muttered to yourself. Gathering up your things, you stood and walked to the exit. “Whatever, I’m leaving.”

“Hey.”

“Wha—mffh?”

Getting cut off by his lips, you could only stand there speechless as you watched him pull away and smirk at you.

“…With a mafia boss as a boyfriend, you’d think she would dress sexier around him.”

“W-wah-?” 

His smirk grew. “Though I bet we can change that right now, can we?”

Ah.

So this was why you fell in love with him.

Hmmm,~? Oh my, that certainly is quite the number. I don’t hold much of an idea in terms of their own personality on some of them but I’ll do my best.

Do keep in mind that this is merely my opinion neh?

———-

Tsuna

-Tsuna is the… adapting of sort

-He could do well with many personalities

-Although he likes the ones who have a kindness streak; gentle hands gentle heart perhaps

-Would do his best to absolutely refuse to take someone who isn’t already in the Mafia or can defend themselves/Protect them easily

Kyouya

-Kyouya…Maybe something similar to that of Tsuna’s Personality.

-The stubborn streak with carnivorous tendencies is what might get his attention

-Perhaps even a love of animals

-The quiet sort might do him well too

Hibari and a younger relative eh~? I’ll do my best!

And thank you, for caring for our health!

-

So, Headcanons

-Yes, there is probably a very high chance that relatives of Dino would be clumsy, heh

-At least once They would probably accidentally hurt Hibari with their clumsiness like say a bunch of boxes falling on him cuz they tripped (Hahah he’d be pissed.) (That’d probably be how they met.)

-This would proceed to happen several times

So right now I’m not quite sure how the other Admins are doing but for now I’ll be opening the ask box.

:3

-

Xanxus

The door slowly creaked open.

No one but Xanxus noticed. S/O silently creeped forward. Past the yelling Squalo, Past the once again knocked out Levi, and past the Prince. He was in the middle of a meeting ( Varia or not, they all had to gather for at least once a month. It usually ended with someone hurt. ) and frankly, he was grateful for the distraction. They slowly sidled up to the quiet man looking at them with hooded eyes.

“What’s say to you leaving this meeting, hmm?”

He grunted. With a laugh they grabbed his hand and proceeded to drag him out of the room.

The others had finally stopped to stare in surprise. They waved behind them leaving with a parting shot.

“Have someone else take over for now!”

Squalo facepalmed.

Reborn

The air was tense. Reborn was itching to pull out his gun and shoot something. Verde and Colonello were yelling at each other, Skull was being his obnoxious self, Mammon was silently fuming ( and probably counting how much of their time we’re wasting. ) He didn’t even know the reason for this meeting, and he only came because Yuni had asked.

The girl herself wasn’t here.

‘Where is she…?’ Muffled voices sounded from behind the door. And slowly, they got louder.

“-I’m telling you! I don’t think he would be hap-” With a bang the poor door opened violently, courtesy of Reborn and his impatience. The figure on the other side flinched. With an almost annoyed look, his gaze slowly looked down coming face to face with Yuni smiling cheerily ( She wasn’t even fazed. ) pushing forward the body in front of her.

“Look who I found.~” My, she almost sounded like Byakuran.

And standing there with a nervous expression on their face was S/O.

“H-hi, Reborn…” Reborn stood frozen. Then with a look he pinned Yuni in place who was trying to sneak away.

“…Why are they here?” With an absolute shit-eating grin, she shrugged, before shoving the both of them out the door.

“Have fun!”

Dino

It was supposed to be a normal day. A regular staff meeting, with ‘regular’ staff personnel reporting the ‘regular’ ongoings. What? It was mafia. It was as close to normal as he liked it. Romario handed him the next report file as he listened to another subordinate drone on and on and on.

Gah.

He loved them all, he really did, but this was getting boring. Still, a job was a job and Reborn would kill him if he tried to slack off anyways.

A finger tapped him on the shoulder, and before he could see who it was, he was suddenly dragged out of his chair and out the door, much to the shock of everyone except the right-hand man. Romario sighed.

“…Was boss just kidnapped?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“B-but-”

“Don’t. Worry. Boss’ll be fine.” He wasn’t needed here anyways, and S/O was getting impatient last Romario had heard.

Stumbles in and faceplants on the ground. 

I am so sorry everyone! Things had happened and well, you can see what happened here. I’ll be posting a few things up here as a warm-up, quite sorry again. Afterwards, I’ll be opening the Ask box soon, so please wait a little longer!

Save? Or kill? 

I was a lil’ confused anon. But I went for kill.

-

*SLAP*

“YOU.”

Xanxus stood frozen where he was. Shocked. Furious eyes stared at him as they bared their teeth at him.

“You’re the one that’s been stealing my job?”

It’s no surprise that he did what he did. He aimed and shot.

With a yell they ducked, singeing the hair on their head.

“What the hell!?” Xanxus growled.

“My kill. My contract.”. They narrowed their eyes. With a flourish, they brought out their phone showing an e-mail, of exact similarity to the one he himself got. His eyes narrowed.

“My Contract, My kill.” Needless to say, the resulting fight ended with more than half the city destroyed along with their same target dying in the rubble. How anticlimactic.

I’ll be honest. Isn’ he always drinking? Technically. I like to think that when he truly gets drunk he gets reaaally sleepy.

Enjoy~

‘knock, knock’

“Vooii, boss.”

The door slowly swung open revealing the boss’s room. Squalo tensed. Silence. And a small sound of Xanxus’s soft breathing. It was rare for Boss to be so quiet. By then a bottle would have flown at his face the moment he had opened the door. But there was nothing. 

He stepped forward, cautiously, looking for signs of danger. His nose wrinkled at the smell of alcohol and of the bottles littering the ground. It’s label on them told him it was the strongest they had in the mansion. The room itself was saturated with Xanxus’s Flames slowing down even his movements, despite his bond with the wrathful Sky.

The sheets rustled on the bed as a silent Xanxus looked at Squalo with a silent glare. The scars on his face were clearly visible. A sign that he was drinking for a reason.

“Boss?” Squalo stepped forward until he was right in front of the end of the bed.

“Boss, the little Sky brat is coming in an hour-” With a suddenness that caught him off guard, he was pulled into the bed with a thump. 

“Bo-!?”

“Quiet, Trash.”

He silently struggled, trying to get out of the vice grip but gave up when a loud snore showed that Boss had fallen asleep. He sighed.

Boss almost never gets drunk. (Truly Drunk) He had to watch over the Varia after all, despite how he acts. He relaxed against the uncomfortable grip, prepared for yet another long night.

…

Xanxus was going to kill him again.