i think reborn doesnt even know clinical depression is a real condition

he's like, what? 70 years old?

I have a vivid scene in my head:

A post-canon Tsuna, who periodically gets desperate for some peace and quiet, has a bad habit of occasionally sneaking out and ditching his security detail.

On one such occasion, Tsuna is walking through the less-traveled alleyways of Rome when through the sheer power of chaos he runs into Reborn.

(For the record, running into Reborn in an abandoned alley? An experience Tsuna Does Not recommend, 0/10, there are immediate regrets.)

"Dame-Tsuna," Reborn says, staring with dark, dark eyes. "You have one minute."

Tsuna launches into a rapid-fire explanation, citing a need to think and a need to gather himself and he was being cautious, he swears.

Reborn lets Tsuna finish. Takes a moment to consider. Leisurely checks his watch. "Twenty-five seconds, now."

Tsuna's hind-brain screams that he is about to die. (Tsuna is very familiar with that particular sensation in the presence of this particular man.)

Tsuna says, intelligently, backing up a half-step, "Uh."

Reborn's hat is now tilted so that Tsuna cannot see his eyes. Tsuna did not see Reborn adjust it; it just ended up like that. Reborn's lips, beneath the shadow of his fedora, stretch slowly into a smirk. "Since you clearly fail to appreciate the importance of personal security, I believe it would be beneficial if I demonstrated its necessity."

The smirk grows wider, and Reborn adds, "Thirteen seconds."

Tsuna bolts.

(Three hours later, both of them return to the Iron Fort. Tsuna, lightly bruised and somewhat muddy and very much out of breath, is slung over Reborn's shoulder. Reborn, of course, has not a hair out of place.

Tsuna, from where his face is mashed by gravity into Reborn's back, is laughing.

Reborn considers the lesson a success on all fronts.)

REBORN! '10th Vongola Family' PV.

fanart i drew of reborn dying in a glue trap

Marukuji Katekyo Hitman REBORN! Suit Collection is now on sale until June 11th, 2023

Happy Birthday Geto! Another silly stuff of the KHR AU cause i can Post in twitter : https://twitter.com/LaTiaSkull/status/1753488091967623461

Tsuna: This is the worst thing you’ve ever done!

Reborn: You know, you say it so much it’s lost all its meaning.

Hello, may I request you write some dirty talk headcanons for Reborn, Fon, Lal similar to the ones you did for Giotto, Tsuna, and Yamamoto?

Hiii anon! This was a fun prompt to ponder. I present to you.. thots brought to me by Breathe Carolina ♡♡

♡ Dirty Talk w/ Reborn, Fon, & Lal Mirch ✧ warnings: nsf/t content ahead, gnReader, dirty dirty language, some D/s dynamics, ropes mentioned, biting mentioned, I love women

✧ Reborn is so shameless and absolutely filthy with it. He’s such an asshole and cannot go without being a little mean and sometimes even mocking his partners. He is especially playful after the fact and enjoys teasing his partners in the most subtle ways, perhaps using some buzzwords that they would be familiar with in other contexts while in public. When you give him a look for it, he simply blinks and tilts his head in innocent questioning, knowing that you wouldn’t dare lose your cool outwardly. However, he’s fully aware that you’re reeling on the inside, and perhaps feeling heat pool in your nether regions like some kind of pavlovian response... It’s the best.

“Look at you.. so, beautifully, fucked out.. and drunk on my cock,” “Shhh… squirmy little one, sounds like you want them tighter, huh? No? Pleaseeee noo sir— you sound sooo pathetic,” he pouts, tilting his head as he mocks your tone sadistically. “Fine, but you’re going to thank me for this.” “They shoot well. I’ve shown them the ropes before,” he gestured towards you with a tilt of his head, explaining to your colleague that he’s at least taught you some firearm basics. He reads the lack of reaction on their face before his gaze shifts ever so quickly to you, making eye contact for a split second. You swear you may have imagined the lascivious tilt in the corners of his lips.

✧ Fon is full of flowery words and idioms you’ve never heard of. He’s a poet through and through and doesn’t ever waste a single word when he speaks. Sometimes he’s too quiet and you begin to wonder what’s on his mind. It could be everything and it could be nothing at all, honestly. However, he lets his thoughts be known when you’re making love, of course. There’s probably no better description for it.

“Don’t look away now,” he coos, calloused but gentle hands slipping over the sensitive flesh of your neck to cup your jaw and turn your gaze back to meet his. “Open up for me, my dove..” Everything he says in moments like these are barely above a whisper. Words meant only for your ears, or to be felt as ticklish vibrations against the nape of your neck, the curve of your waist, the plush of your thighs.. or what sits between them. “Absolutely breathtaking,” a wide grin grows on his handsome features, his long hair falling loose over his broad shoulders and sticking slightly to his moist skin. His chest heaves once, twice.. slower this third time, and he exhales a soft giggle with the next breath. You can’t help but notice how his radiant smile reaches his eyes, and he blinks at you a few times, expression almost frozen in this joyful afterglow. You tell him that you want to go again. “Oh, my love.. you know I have no qualms about taking all that you are willing to give me… come here,”

✧ Lal Mirch ashgdsjkhdfsdjf she can dish it but she can’t take it. She generally likes being in charge in the bedroom and takes very good care of her partners, but when you can convince her to let go of control for once, she gives you the most beautiful low groans and eventually melts into a whimpery mess. Another thing: she avoids name-calling because she doesn't like associating her partners with those words in any context, but will drop a few slightly degradation-tinted praises here and there.

“You like that? Oh, of course you do, filthy little thing,” she mumbles, clicking her tongue as you squirm under her searing gaze. Her long lashes fan over her flushed cheeks as a small smirk grows on her gorgeous features. Her calloused fingers ghost over the sensitive flesh inside your thigh, and you whine as she firmly grabs at the meat of your thigh. “Ah ah, no squirming, or I’ll stop,” she warns. And you heed that warning, knowing just how much she sticks to her word.

Subby Lal is such an achievement to unlock pleaseeee tuck her hair behind her ears and call her your woman, one and only, love of your life, gorgeous goddess, yeahhh….

“Wh-what-?!” Her lips, swollen from kissing you, press together firmly into a pout at the sound of your praises, and her face is beet red. She rolls her hips once again, pressing her wetness into your thigh. You chuckle and coo at her, letting another sweet praise fall from your lips. She grumbles in embarrassment and grips the hair at the nape of your neck, tugging softly for you to expose your throat to her. “Shut up..” she bites down and you yelp. You were in for a looong power struggle tonight.

🎄🎉

A very rare moment of PDA from mr. disciplinary himself. Athough now he suffers from a blonde horse and a certain relative's teasing.

//RIP to Gokudera's jacket

Happy Valentines Day

apprentice and mentor

Nemesis as Tsuna

Reborn: I'm going to teach you to be a mafia don. Tsuna: ...Do I get to kill my deadbeat dad? Reborn: Yes, you do.

CAN EVERYONE PLEASE WAKE UP AND LOOK AT THIS

Reborn: You ever watch The Godfather?

Tsuna: Yeah.

Reborn: We're exactly like that.

Tsuna: No, we exactly are not.

Reborn: Invest in my new casino and we can be.