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Send me a letter and I’ll tell you which character…

A: is the most attractive to me

Out of all the Tsuna’s generation of Vongola Guardians, it’s probably Gokudera and Yamamoto whose designs I feel are pretty attractive but it’s funny because I’m not actually all that attracted to either of them? Like, they’re by far the hottest members of the Guardians to me, but I just don’t have that attraction, especially to Gokudera. Chrome’s super cute though but it’s the same thing, there’s just no romantic attraction there but I will forever proclaim loudly how adorable she is! If we’re talking Giotto’s Guardians, Knuckle and G. can both get it because hoooo boy, those two are fucking hot. I love G.’s colouring and his tattoos, but Knuckle’s personality attracts me and I find that, despite the similarities between him and Ryohei, Knuckle’s more attractive to me.

C: is the most open to cuddling

There’s a lot of the members of both Vongola Guardian generations that I can see being open to cuddling. Trying to narrow it down into the most likely was really hard, but it made me laugh because the answer was kind of equivocal. In Tsuna’s generation, Lambo is going to be the most open to cuddling. He likes physical contact and comfort. He’s very touch-oriented and he has a lot of moments where he’s just a cuddlebug, even after he grows up. It’s something that’s going to be present when he’s a kid, when he’s a teenager, and even up into his adult years. Even when he’s twenty, even when he’s thirty, he’s going to give unexpected hugs to the other family members, he’s going to just snuggle into romantic partners, he’s going to like having his hair done up by Haru or Kyoko. In Giotto’s generation, it’s Lampo. He’s another one who is very touch-oriented and who needs that physical affection. He really likes having his hair played with or taking naps with his head on other people’s laps. He likes hugs, massages, holding hands. While all that is great to do with a romantic partner, and he’s going to be extra-cuddly with them, it doesn’t even need to be a romantic thing. Lampo is just someone who really feels the most connected to other people through touch. It’s how he feels the most spoiled, coddled, and loved.

J: tells the most dad jokes

In Tsuna’s generation, Yamamoto can be guilty of this…they’re often stolen from his dad. His dad will tell him a bad joke and Yamamoto will find it funny enough to not only laugh but to share it with his friend’s. Weirdly enough, I also think Mukuro finds dad jokes to be deliciously bad and when he comes across one stupid enough, he will get the others with it. In Giotto’s generation, it's Giotto himself.

K: is the most skilled in the kitchen

Thanks to growing up being exposed to the restaurant, helping out his father, and genuinely caring about the success of both the restaurant and the enjoyment of the food, Yamamoto has gained quite a bit of skill in the kitchen. Within Giotto’s generation, Giotto himself is pretty good in the kitchen. He’s someone who gets interested in things and sets out to master them, and cooking was one of those things. Alaude is actually a pretty good cook too, though he makes every dish catered exactly to his taste, so the success of his cooking is really dependent on how much someone’s tastes align with his.

U: is the most unapologetic for the way they live their life

Title: The Power of Friendship (And Wrath and Destruction)

Author: OnceABlueMoon

Rating: T

Pairing: Lampo & Xanxus (some minor Dino/Xanxus as well)

Prompt: Lightning Day Childhood Friends AU from @khrrarepairweek :D

Warnings: No Archive warnings apply.

Summary:

1994 Fiat Lampo Concept

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Non so spiegarmi il motivo, ma non lo dico più, da diversi anni. Sembra di tornare bambina solo a pensarlo.

"Mamma e papà" , due parole così famigliari e così distanti. Due pilastri crollati tempo fa, la sensazione che avevo da piccola nel chiedere qualcosa.

"Mamma e papà" e un po' mi trema la voce, come se tutto ciò che viene dopo fosse sbagliato, troppo. Ritrovo la superficie dei sentimenti che provavo da bambina, in casa. Ricordo che quella casa era abbastanza grande da poter scappare quando qualcosa andava storto. Abbastanza grande da nascondersi quando non si volevano sentire le urla.

Ricordo "mamma", chiusa nella sua torre, una persona estroversa che ha scelto di infliggersi una vita introversa. Ricordo i sorrisi spenti, le frasi che avrebbe dovuto dire a sé stessa, i miei tentativi di salvarla da quella vita, i suoi sacrifici per farmi stare bene, il mio senso di colpa nel non riuscire ad accontentarla, l'inizio delle bugie.

E ricordo "papà", stanco di rientro dal lavoro, con la testa ancora piena di compiti da eseguire. Me lo ricordo frustato, nervoso, sempre pronto a esplodere. Mi ricordo che cercavo di alleggerirlo, cercavo di pensarci io. Mi ricordo il suo sguardo, quando sembrava che stessi superando il limite, e quel brivido in me, a metà tra "non vorrei" e "non mi piego". Quante lotte ho affrontato contro di lui, quante volte me ne sono pentita, amaramente.

Mamma e papà, papà e mamma, vi ho delusi vero? Vi ho feriti più di quel che una brava figlia dovrebbe fare? Sono stata troppo per voi? Così tanto da non essere riusciti a crearvi un futuro felice?

Se non ci fossi stata quante cicatrici in meno avreste?

Avrei voluto aiutarvi, ma ero piccola, e poi troppo ribelle per capire che eravate solo sovrastati dalla vita. Che perdevate il controllo perché non ne potevate più. Scusate per tutte le volte in cui non l'ho capito, in cui ho visto solo l'animale rabbioso, e non la fame che aveva.

Mi dispiace non essere stata abbastanza pacata, ubbidiente, diligente.

Ma, mamma, papà, perché non mi avete protetta?

So che non dovrei chiedervelo, so che, dopo tutto ciò che è successo, è la domanda sbagliata. Ma perché? Fingevo già così bene da non farvi preoccupare? O eravate convinti che alla fine, in qualche modo, sarei venuta su da sola? Che mi sarei salvata?

Mamma, papà