I got this idea from tumblr (and incidentally, the manga Medaka Box). I'm not sure how well this will work out, but I'm willing to give it a shot.
Please submit prompts/requests via review or PM, preferably ones that can be completed as a one-shot/ficlet. This a/n will be replaced ASAP once I finish writing the first request. I'm in a bit of a writing slump right now, and I feel that all of my (nonexistent) creativity has wilted. Hopefully this will spark some inspiration.
My limits are hardcore angst and gore (and no OCs). I'm more of a fluff writer, so trying to induce tears...haha...it'd be a hurdle.
My favorite pairing to write is 1827. I'm open to any pairing on these requests though (and I'm trying to expand my horizons a little further I guess). Try to keep the rating to M (haha, ffnet is really cracking down on MA fics aren't they?), although if anyone requests M+ I will happily provide an outside link to the finished fic.
written for: ben4kevin
prompt: TYL hibari/tsuna/TYL Mukuro, a au where the ninth has died, and tsuna thrust into being the boss. All his guardian are TYL and protective of him but two of them are not just protective but also very possesive of him, if you can could you throw in some one-sided byakuran/tsuna just for the sake of hibari and mukuro showing how very possesive of tsuna they are
pairings: TYL!-verse, 182769, one-sided 10027, slight 8059
rating: T for language
Well, if this isn't an indicator: these requests are gonna be short ;w; & other reviews - I like them. The one with the crack pairings made me laugh *-*
Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock…
Tsuna glanced up at the grandfather clock that always reminded him of the Ninth, a sad smile tugging at his lips when he remembered the Ninth's last words. Ah, what was the old geezer thinking of when he said that the Decimo would definitely reform the Vongola for good? Well, it had quieted the VARIA for a while…
Seven fifty-nine. Speaking of which, they should be back soon. He had barely picked up his pen before the doors slammed open. Barely affected by the "casual" entrance, he glanced up.
"Welcome back, Hibari-san, Mukuro." He gestured to the only corner of his desk that was free of paperwork. "Leave the mission reports there." Tsuna bit his lip, contemplating if he should ask the dreadful question. Damn, he was just too curious. "What were the damages?"
His guardians—namely, the mist and the cloud—straightened.
"Oya oya, cutting straight to the chase already, Tsunayoshi-kun?" Mukuro chuckled, his eyes glinting in amusement. Hibari merely smirked. If Tsuna got riled up enough, he could expect a spar. "It was only a small town…and parts of Morocco."
Tsuna felt a bit faint before his fists clenched. "You two." He jabbed his fingers in their direction. "How can you work perfectly together in combat but not be able to stand each for just one day?" Tsuna stood up, running a hand thorough his (still untamed) hair in frustration. "Though I guess it's my fault for sending the two of you together," he muttered. "I thought that your relationship would improve by now, it's not like we're still in middle school."
"Kufufu." Tsuna tensed warily as he felt two ominous auras close in, Hibari and Mukuro flanking him as he backed up.
"So, would there be compensation from you if we didn't cause any damages?" Hibari said silkily as he tilted Tsuna's chin up.
"I highly doubt that," Tsuna retorted, feeling a bit uneasy when Mukuro pulled him backwards until he stood flush against his body. He struggled half-heartedly just for the sake of putting up a fight.
"Kufufufu. Surprise, Tsunayoshi-kun. I lied." Mukuro flipped open his folder containing his report and held it in front of Tsuna's face. The Decimo scrutinized it closely, hardly believing his eyes.
Still, Reborn had taught him to be cautious and explore all possible options. "This wouldn't be an illusion…would it?" he asked, the words feeling wrong already. It couldn't be an illusion, he couldn't sense anything.
"You don't trust me?" Mukuro said, feigning hurt.
"It's not that," Tsuna fidgeted. "It's just that—"
"Enough talk." Hibari leaned over and captured Tsuna's lips into a kiss.
"So impatient," Mukuro teased, although there were annoyed undertones in his voice. His hand brushed over Tsuna's chest, pausing to press lightly against his nipples before continuing further down. Tsuna made a grab for Mukuro's wrist while attempting to pull back from Hibari, managing to accomplish neither as his guardians charged on.
"Mmph—" Tsuna made some more indiscernible noises, one of them sounding suspiciously like "Not in my office, you bastards!"
"It's cute to see you act like you don't like it, Decimo." Mukuro smirked as his hand cupped the bulge in the front of Tsuna's pants. Tsuna's lips parted in a gasp, Hibari taking advantage of the fallen defenses and slipping his tongue in. Tsuna held onto Hibari's shoulders for support, trying not to mewl as the cloud guardian targeted the erogenous areas of his tongue. His intuition stilled for a moment when he heard approaching footsteps before flaring up in an alarming manner. Tsuna selected the most convenient option to get out of an awkward situation.
Mukuro and Hibari backed away reluctantly when Tsuna's dark aura engulfed the room, staring irately at the burning flame in the center of his forehead. Seconds later, the rest of the guardians poured into the room.
"Tch. I should've known you bastards would show up here first," Gokudera said, loosening his tie in irritation.
"Maa, maa. They'd have to report to Tsuna first anyways, right?" Yamamoto said soothingly.
"As if that's really what they're here for." Gokudera eyed the two with the full brunt of his paranoid fury. "Fucking perverts."
"Extreme!" Ryohei fist-pumped to break up the tension.
"Yare, yare. You're not a kid anymore, Ryohei-onii-san," Lambo drawled, sucking on a piece of candy. "By the way Tsuna-nii, your flame's burning."
"I know," Tsuna intoned. "I'd rather keep it on for a while," he muttered, shaking his head when Lambo looked at him questioningly. "What's the matter? The last time you assembled..." he left the thought trailing, knowing that each of his guardians would understand the implications.
"Byakuran is here," Yamamoto said cheerfully. He owed the man his life, after all.
"Not just Byakuran. Byakuran and about half a fucking ton of white lilacs," Gokudera added, his fingers itching to grab a smoke. Unfortunately, that damn baseball idiot insisted on getting him to quit.
"Oh?" Mukuro and Hibari said at the same time, the guardians glaring at each other after realizing they were in sync.
"Tsuna-chan~" came a sickeningly sweet voice.
"Speak of the devil," Gokudera muttered.
Hibari and Mukuro looked at each other and nodded. "I have something for you—"
"Roll. Needle Sphere Form." The remaining guardians and Byakuran stared in shock as the cloud and mist guardians made off with their boss while the hedgehog barred their path of travel.
"YOU BASTARDS!"
"There, there, Hayato," Yamamoto said, trying to calm down the storm guardian who had finally exploded. His fuse had lengthened considerably since his middle school years, but he was still the most short-tempered out of the guardians.
"TENTHHH! I'LL SAVE YOU!"