Meet Haru Miura she's a regular college student who got dumped by her ex-boyfriend, the infamous, cold-hearted, ice-prince Kyoya Hibari. It had been 2 months since the breakup and her friends plan to set her up with a blind date. Haru might fall in love with this mysterious guy, but the only problem was her boyfriend was a MAFIA BOSS!

(Eight actually, but they all failed first grade math) / The thing is, their team wasn't ever supposed to *actually* ever be sent out in the field. Let alone on the front-lines. Let alone as *humanity's last line of defense*. Are you kidding them? ? They were just supposed to be there to be pretty and exist! [Cross-posted on ao3 & tumblr. Tags inside.]

In which, Primo and his Guardians decide to raise Tsuna in Iemitsu's place, and it changes Tsuna's life for the better. Set in the same verse as Giotto's fury and Long talk.

The battle is never-ending, an endless war with small triumphs but never a true victory. Until Bel wins—permanently. [Revamped version of "Red".]

Tsuna should have stayed in bed He shouldn't have gone into the kitchen He should have pretended to faint Why is this happening to him? Tsuna-ni, can you help me please? Yes, he should have pretended to faint or die A story about Tsuna taking care of the Arcobaleno after their curse is cured family relations poor tsuna Khr not mine

Un beau samedi trop calme pour être normal, Tsuna se détend. Mais plus pour longtemps. Bianchi débarque avec un jeu qu'elle a créée avec Reborn. Ses gardiens suivent aussi. Que va-t-il se passer durant la partie ? Une chose est sûr, tout tourne au désastre. Crack-fic!

Nobody really tells you what is right, and wrong at the time you need it. But your choices, you make affect everything equally. Even when you don't want it to. AU, Smugger! SI/OC, Pre! Fated Day, Arcobaleno, Very Pre! Canon

Killing someone, Tsuna thinks, should feel like this. Deserves to feel like this. He doesn't know how much longer he can bear feeling like this, but if it's for the rest of his life, then of course, it's only natural and deserved it is. His Guardians are of another mind. [Cross-posted on ao3. Tags inside.]

Cinco minutos, solo eso fue necesario para que la Miura Haru, descubriera un lado de ella que ni ella sabia que tenia, y comenzaran a florecer sensaciones dentro de ella hacia el peli plateado, que no sabia como calmar.

Seven times Nezu wondered what kind of family Lambo lives in and one time he was glad there's at least one normal person.

One thing Reborn learned in those years was the little things Tsuna did that mattered a lot. Now, he cannot help but wish for Tsuna's hand, but for that, he will have to go through challenges until he reaches his finish line.

Mochida Kensuke is an Executive Assistant in Vongola. He's not proud of it.

Skull was walking normally down the street when he saw it. Tossed next to a dumpster was a dusty, old-fashioned remote control. It looked like one of those remote controls that were in cartoons, the kind that the villain had to press to start his evil machinery. But instead of a huge red button, there was a pretty purple button with glitter.

Michael was just a guy who didn't want to be scolded by his superiors.

When Chrome breathes her first again, she's ready to turn the whole world upside-down to make it into something *more* and *better* and *kinder*, or to make it into something *new* altogether if that's what it'll take. She first starts with the world of two boys, and that alone means more to her than she could ever say. [Cross-posted on ao3. Tags inside.]

This is my First fanfic. oh dear god. R27,Hope you like It!

These are all different plot bunnies that keep pop up in my idea. Most of them are going to be crossovers with different books, animes and movies. There might be some stories that are related to KHR in here. Almost all these story ideas will have incest in them and if you don't let like, don't read.

Most of the colors in Tsuna's life are ones he hates and resents and that hurt him. The shade of turquoise the baby hitman shows up in his life with isn't one of them, and isn't one he's ever even seen before at all. And suddenly, Tsuna finds himself learning the colors in his life can be more than pain and anger and loneliness. [Cross-posted on ao3. Tags inside.]

Reborn has seen all kind of colors throughout his life, all of them and in all the different shades possible. Well, not *all* of them as he has yet to see any shade of black at all, but he's not holding his breath for it, doesn't care much about it. When he *does* come across it though, he doesn't expect for it to mean *that*. [Cross-posted on ao3. Tags inside.]

Bianchi is once again cooking for her beloved Reborn and dragged Gokudera into the mix.

Things change, people change, but sometimes...things stay the same. A story is about to unfold, a story that is fifty years after the events you have seen... NextGen.

Having a protective sibling was really nice and all, but honestly, sometimes Ieyoshi Sawada wished his brother was a bit more… subtle with his art of "brothering."/Warn: AU, twins!AU, ooc, oc, third person-oc pov, jumping timelines, absurd, weird, and not beta'd./A "Family"-fanfiction-concept revisit./Series of interconnected one-shots./Mind to Read and Review? Thank you.

[shonen-ai] "Tsuna nunca esperó ver eso... ¿Cómo hizo Yamamoto para que Gokudera aceptara vestir eso?" [8059] [Flufftober] [Día 7: Ropa combinada].

Tsuna solo quería averiguar qué le había hecho mal a Hibari, pero Reborn solo tenía que mencionarlo. "¿No lo sabes? Hay una manera de acercarse a alguien". A veces, realmente necesitas expresar tus sentimientos para entenderlos... TRADUCCIÓN AUTORIZADA

Tsuna tiene siete tipos de gritos y Hibari tiene sentimientos diferentes para cada uno de ellos. 1827. TRADUCCIÓN AUTORIZADA