The first time Tsuna was hit with a Dying Will Bullet, something strange happened. Text suddenly appeared in front of him: YOU HAVE DIED. RESPAWN Y/N? He should have chosen "no". Video Game AU. Currently Gen.

Rokudo Mukuro, el guardián de la niebla ciertamente no era ni enemigo, pero eso tampoco quería decir que era amigo de Sawada Tsunayoshi. Adevertencias: Yaoi, paring 6927.

E o adeus nunca foi dito, mas existia. :: Yamamoto Takeshi & Gokudera Hayato :: Tribute to Tsuki Koorime ;

Aquel que poseyera el pacificador del cielo, todos pensaban, debía ser extremadamente fuerte, digno, poderoso, peligroso; capaz de hacer temblar a los demás con su presencia, no obstante, aquel pequeño chico no tenia ninguna de esas cualidades. [Arcobaleno27!] [FutureArc] [UA]

Decida, Yamamoto. Você quer que eu fale com você, ou que eu fale o que você quer ouvir?

Inside another world, where tecnology doesn't exist,in Italy, in Florence, during the 17th century, two brave guys try tempting their fate or something like that. Those were hard times for those who thought otherwise. Really... I suck at summary this time, but it's just because I don't want to spoiler...

Tsuna lived dark days. But one day he found a light in the form of an unusual friend. Bird!Hibari (I know it's weird! But please read )

Dame-Tsuna wasn't always dame. He once had the sky's charisma. He once was a king. But he lost all of that. And they've been waiting, waiting for so long for their king to return. And they won't let the Vongola take him from them.

In which Tsuna's the Corpse Whisperer. (Or: In the months he spends at the Varia Compound at Timoteo's behest, Tsuna manages to stumble across enough forgotten dead bodies to fill entire cemeteries. And everyone is terribly amused. Except, y'know, for him.) (Dedicated to InsaneScriptist)

Reborn always wears baggy clothes that are too big on them. Tsuna doesn't give a thought to how he looks underneath it until Reborn shows up one day in clothes that actually fit. Cue Tsuna choking as they run they try their hardest not to roam their eyes over Reborn's body and act normal despite their sudden surprise. R27 [this is a really short thing i did, dont expect much]

Un moment de calme semblait s'être installé dans la base Vongola, jusqu'à ce que Belphégor et un nouveau membre de la Varia débarquent sans prévention. Le Prince avait ouïe dire que sa Princesse était de retour parmi eux, seulement dix ans plus jeune.

Belphégor rêve d'aller au zoo. C'est un fait. Alors, puisque la Varia n'est pas d'humeur de jouer les guides touristiques pour Le Prince, celui-ci décide de faire le mur et d'aller visiter de lui-même le zoo du coin. Et cela de nuit. Seul... jusqu'à ce qu'il croise malencontreusement un jeune homme au chapeau de grenouille.

Tsuna diberi tugas oleh Nono untuk mendekatkan diri dengan Varia. Tsuna pikir akan berjalan mulus, ternyata banyak cobaan yang menanti Tsuna di sana.

Takeshi Yamamoto is gitty and nervous and quite certain that Hayato is going to hit him. But it's going to be the happiest day of his life, so it's alright.

Drabbles for Tsuna and his large extended family. Once all the requests have been written I'm ending this!

Tsuna woke up one day to discover a strange mark on his back and the insatiable urge to rip with his teeth through the skin and flesh of his classmates. He soon realized that he was slowly losing his humanity as his hunger grew. Who will – could – save him now? Ghoul!Tsuna (Reference from Tokyo Ghoul.)

Daemon Spade had a wonderful relationship with Giotto. Until Daemon found out that Giotto was cheating on him. Unfortunately, Daemon's misfortune keeps piling up when he runs into a strange man that runs an even stranger group. When Alaude finds Daemon beaten and abused will he be able to pick up the pieces? Or will Daemon be too broken to trust anyone ever again?

Un jour, Sawada Tsunayoshi se réveille dans un monde totalement différent du sien. Où est-ce que les personnages de contes vont, lorsque leurs auteurs ont fini d'écrire leurs histoires? Tsuna ne s'était jamais posé la question, mais qu'il le veuille ou non, il va le découvrir. Aux premières loges.

Mereka tidak butuh pendapat orang lain tentang cinta mereka. Meskipun seluruh orang didunia mengatakan cinta mereka salah, menjijikkan, memuakkan, menyebalkan bahkan mustahil, mereka tidak akan pernah peduli. Selama keduanya mengerti satu samalain, tidak akan ada hal yang dapat memisahkan mereka sampai kapanpun. Ingat itu baik-baik.

Xanxus was feeling...off. And not in the normal way either; he hadn't fought, drank, or even trained the day before; there shouldn't be an enemy near enough to set him off. Yet still he felt off, something was burning along his spine and rumbling his gut. When he gets a call from one baby boss he realizes what's wrong very quickly. (A summary prompt from Natsu- Thanks darling.)

Hatred is relentless. His grip upon those who wallow in his poisonous fumes is inescapable; not even those whose transgressions have been forgiven are able to break free. Many are known to have fallen for his lulling lies and comforting justifications... and fate announced that I was only next in line. Rated T-M for language/content. AU. Reincarnated!87/Hana. SI OC.

Iemitsu had been so excited to see his family finally again. What he hadn't really expected was the door smashing in his face, or his son being a curious mix of just awakening sky and disgruntled teenager. But he had all the time in the world to fix this ... right? It's not as if this was last chance, Tsuna would forgive him, he always did. And still, his Intuition screamed ...

Tsuna certainly didn't expect to meet his wayward father in Italy - not when the pathetic man should have been working traffic at construction site's at the northpole. But to be honest, he was all out of f**ks to give. And he wasn't exactly squeamish or ... particularly diplomatic in telling his 'father' just how ... well, pitiful he looks / Model!Tsuna, Bad!Parents, NoDecimo!Tsuna

Reborn era el mejor asesino del mundo. Nadie podía rebatírselo. Cualquiera que lo conociera diría que era "perfecto". No obstante, en ciertos trabajos requería de la asistencia de alguien. La persona en la que más confiaba. El compañero perfecto. Aquel que, aunque se mereciera algo mejor, había elegido ser su sombra. R27

Las fiestas en la mansión de la Décima Generación, nunca necesitaron de una excusa o planeacion siquiera, todo era cuestión de que alguien, generalmente Reborn, dijera que habría una.Y como habría fiesta, habría descontrol! (Mal summary, como siempre. Denle una oportunidad)