Byakuran kinda has the power to see all AO3 KHR fics?
He is living Self-Insert live, let him be.
My boy did nothing wrong.
No wonder he is obssessed with Sawada Tsunayoshi
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Byakuran kinda has the power to see all AO3 KHR fics?
He is living Self-Insert live, let him be.
My boy did nothing wrong.
No wonder he is obssessed with Sawada Tsunayoshi

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If black spell evil then why gamma hot ?? Hm ?? Why cool box weapons ???? Why really cool weapon ???
DIY Mare Rings
If you're planning on cosplaying millefiore but can't find the rings for them anywhere, we have a little tutorial to making them cheap/quick!
What you'll need:
(You'll most likely have to use some sort of necklace/bracelet charms and break off the loops to use them as finding wings was kinda hard.)
The first step is to glue the wings to the back of the gem. What glue you use depends on what you do the next step. Nail glue is easier to control but requires an additional step.
If using nail glue, you have to take a small piece of scrap fabric and saturate it with a drop or two of nail glue and sandwich it between the ring and the rhinestone to fill it in enough to put the rhinestone on the adjustable ring. (You might to to layer a few times depending on how thick the wings are). If using hot glue then you can just hot glue directly onto the band.
And there you have it!
The fact ghosts and parallel realities and time travel are a thing they learned are real later is something I genuine forget sometimes.
Can't have them talking bout it in Daily Arc, or Varia Arc?
Not mention aliens!!! Kawahira, what the hell!!!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/50142364?view_full_work=true
âJust give me some of your flames,â Ran says. âI donât need a lot! Just one spark would be more than enough. One little spark and Iâll never bother you again.â âI donât trust you,â Lambo says plainly, crossing his arms. âI can make a promise on my magic, if you want,â Ran offers. âItâs taken super seriously here, so you can stop worrying your pretty little head over this and just give me those flames.â Lambo raises his eyebrows. âRight,â he drawls sceptically. âMagic vows, which Iâve heard no one but you mention since I came to this world.â âTheyâre a perfectly real thing, though I guess itâs kind of a Briar Valley tradition. Even your little friends wouldnât have heard of it.â Ran tells him. âAnd Iâm supposed to just take your word for it, is that right? I wasnât born yesterday.â Lambo shakes his head. âCome on, Iâm only asking for one spark here and you have plenty. Didnât Tsuna ever teach you not to be stingy?â Ranâs still smiling, but his voice is colder now, just a touch manic. Lamboâs far from an expert in reading people like him, but he knows enough about Byakuran from Tsuna and Yuni to understand that his mask slipping this much is a bad sign. Not to mention, Ranâs insistence on getting âjust a sparkâ of his Flames is starting to creep him out. Nervous, he scoots away from Ran on the bed. âDonât try to use Tsuna-nii against me, you freak,â Lambo says, keeping his voice firm and dismissive, despite how disturbed he feels. Mentally, he thanks Stupid Hayato for being such an excellent demonstration on how to act abrasive even when you were clearly at a disadvantage. Itâs coming in very handy during this particular conversation. âThe faster you agree, the faster we can both-â âIâm not giving you jack shit, Byakuran.â Lambo snaps. Ran finally stops smiling. âHow funny. From what I saw, I thought youâd be easy to break, but guess I was really, really wrong!â he says. Lambo glares at him. The words themselves arenât even the worst part, though theyâre certainly bad enough. Itâs the way Ran says them that really gets to him, that cold and clinical interest. Itâs that awful intensity in his eyes, the utter disregard of Lamboâs personal space. Like Lambo wasnât a person to him at all, but rather⌠something else. âI donât care what you âthoughtâ,â he replies coldly. Ran bursts out laughing. He examines Lambo for a long moment, tiling his head to the side and squinting. Then, he smiles again, a strange light in his eyes. âYou know, I never did understand Other Meâs obsession with Yuni.â Ran says conversationally. âSheâs so boring, all self-sacrificial and weepy about people that donât matter getting hurt. Her and Tsuna both, birds of a feather and always getting in the way. It annoyed me, seeing them in so many visions.â He reaches to touch Lamboâs hair and Lambo slaps his hand off, shuddering. From the way the faeâs smile only grows, he can tell this is exactly the response Ran wanted. âBut now⌠I think I finally get it.â Ran finishes. He leans forward to whisper in Lamboâs ear: âI do like a challenge.â Without another word, Ran gets up and heads towards the door. âSee you around, Lambo,â he says over his shoulder as he leaves. Lambo continues to glare at the spot the fae vacated long after heâs gone.

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There was a slight problem with knowing too much. He started to lose the anticipation and excitement. Byakuran knew what would happen with every move he made. He could predict the exact course of action his enemies will take, what they would say, and even tell what they were thinking. After all, he had seen it all before in the other worlds. But the process of gaining power still gave him some thrill. Each world was different and the fluttering of a butterflyâs wings could cause a storm. Life was a game. And the âbossâ of every game Byakuran played was almost always Vongola. It was no different in this world. He heard news of Vongolaâs prosperity and its tight hold on the underground society. Vongola was the head of this darker world and the empire Byakuran was going to overthrow. âVongola is currently under Xanxusâs rule,â his subordinate said to him. At that time, Byakuran had just become the boss of the Millefiore family. He hadnât started targeting Vongola yet. If there was one thing he knew about war, it was that information was important. He could be armed with the knowledge from a thousand worlds but one change in a small detail could mean game over for him. That was what made conquering the multiverse exciting. âXanxus is the Tenth, you say?â Byakuran wasnât that surprised. He had seen a few worlds where Sawada Tsunayoshi wasnât the Tenth boss of Vongola. Sometimes it was Enrico, other times Xanxus ruled, and a few of them had other candidates...but he took over those worlds without problem. âNo.â The other young man shook his head. âThe Tenth is Sawada Tsunayoshi.â âBut Xanxus is in charge?â Now that peaked his interest a little. âWhere did Sawada Tsunayoshi go?â His mind glossed over a few possibilities. A puppet boss. A fake and a front because Xanxus didnât have the blood. But it didnât sound like Xanxusâs style. What could have caused this change? âSawada eloped.â Byakuran nearly choked on his marshmallow but he didnât let it show. He smiled and asked steadily, âCome again please?â âHe ran off with his Sun Guardian.â âSasagawa Ryohei?â That was an unexpected candidate. The young man looked confused but he carried out his duty and explained. âActually, the Sun Guardian is a man nicknamed the Heavenly Tyrant.â Now, Byakuran had to put his favorite sweets down. He hadnât heard of such a person in the other worlds. A new person. Another possibility. How exciting. They tried to gather information on this Heavenly Tyrant but there was very little on him. They said he was a cold-blooded killer. A madman with too many loose screws. But that was it, not even the Vongola had much on him. Apparently he took Sawada Tsunayoshi right before the teen was supposed to take on the mantle as Decimo officially so not a lot of people even got to meet his face. Byakuran doesnât remember how long he laughed that day after he heard the news. But he does know that he had a hard time eating the marshmallows afterwards because his stomach hurt from the cramps. It looked like Sawada wonât be a problem in this universe. Back to the present, Byakuran piled the marshmallows into a short tower as he pondered. It wasnât common for him to feel out of his elements, not when he had planned this kind of thing so many times before. But here he was, thinking. He remembered the meeting with Xanxus. The man looked exactly like how he had seen him in the other universes. He was all scowls and arrogance. It was after they had killed off a few of the Arcobalenos. Out of tradition and out of a need for seeing his enemy in this universe with his own eyes, Byakuran agreed to meet with the man in charge of Vongola to discuss a peace treaty.
I love Byakuran's parallels world powers. In a way I guess we have it too? Its literally AO3 Fanfictions???
Good to know Enrico is useless and fell
https://archiveofourown.org/works/16973139?view_full_work=true
Tsuna as the Mare Sky. All alone with an oblivious mother, Tsuna dreams. Nana doesnât hear that Tsuna wakes up screaming from his dreams, screaming until his voice is hoarse. She doesnât recognize the dark bags under her sonâs eyes from his sleepless nights. No one does. In Namimori, Tsuna has no friends; no one dares approach the strange boy with dead eyes.
The dreams never stop. Tsuna has nightmares of worlds where, lost in his sadness and loneliness, he snaps and somehow tries to end the world heâs living in because he cannot take it anymore. He has nightmares where he jumps off a bridge, takes a knife to his wrist, where he overdoses. The knowledge of the razor in his drawer gives far more comfort then Tsuna could imagine.
Worse are the happy dreams. The dreams where he is with friends who support him, parents that pay attention to him, where heâs wanted, loved and valued. Tsuna always wakes up from those in tears.
Tsuna desperately needs someone to lean on, someone to be his friend. He needs someone to tell him itâll be alright, that itâs okay, that heâs still sane. But his mother never realizes and no one else hears his pleas for help.
Tsuna just wants it all to stop.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/25873078/chapters/66162055#workskin
Byakuran sat down on the sofa in his office as he stared out of the large windows beside him. The sky was a bright blue but his mood wasnât as sunny. This world of his was a strange strange place. Now, he had seen many different worlds at this point and the Byakurans in those parallel universes had conquered a lot of them too. This world was a game for those in power while the rest were pawns on the board. And nothing more. So he planned and schemed. He used the knowledge acquired from the other worlds and built his own web. Byakuran quickly rose to power within the Gesso family. Then he started expanding outwards. At first, they were nothing. Compared to Cavallone or Vongola, the Gessos were mediocre and mostly forgotten by people. They were the green leaves, the grass on the side, and the wallflowers during balls. But Byakuran knew people and he knew the art of manipulation well. Soon, their name became equal to that of a black horse. He got power, he got wealth...and he got respect and fear. Yet it wasnât enough. There was a slight problem with knowing too much. He started to lose the anticipation and excitement. Byakuran knew what would happen with every move he made. He could predict the exact course of action his enemies will take, what they would say, and even tell what they were thinking. After all, he had seen it all before in the other worlds. But the process of gaining power still gave him some thrill. Each world was different and the fluttering of a butterflyâs wings could cause a storm. Life was a game. And the âbossâ of every game Byakuran played was almost always Vongola. It was no different in this world. He heard news of Vongolaâs prosperity and its tight hold on the underground society. Vongola was the head of this darker world and the empire Byakuran was going to overthrow. âVongola is currently under Xanxusâs rule,â his subordinate said to him. At that time, Byakuran had just become the boss of the Millefiore family. He hadnât started targeting Vongola yet. If there was one thing he knew about war, it was that information was important. He could be armed with the knowledge from a thousand worlds but one change in a small detail could mean game over for him.
The Gesso Family begin small and 'lesser' is funny, the Vongola never saw it coming!
I love Byakuran Gesso and how he destroyed the Vongola Famiglia so many times. Pity Tsuna defeated him.