Parallel world theory is the idea that there are many different universes. These universes make up everything that exists-time, space, matter, energy, physical laws and the constants that describe them. If the theory is right, this is the explanation for everything. But for me, I don't have to wait for scientists to tell me if this is correct. Let us show you.

(1859/ R27)No, no y mil veces no, aquello no podía estar pasando. Tsuna puso las manos sobre su vientre y... lo supo. Por imposible que pareciera, aquello era real.

The cold bite of handcuffs against his skin sent a sharp thrill through him, but it was nothing compared to the weight pressing him down. Hibari straddled his waist, tonfa discarded, fingers curled into the fabric of Dino’s half-unbuttoned shirt.

Hibari was fast. But Dino had always been faster when it came to him.

Dino wakes up to the feeling of something heavy pressing against his side. He blinks, groggy, and glances down—only to find Hibari, fast asleep, curled against him.

After a few years, the tenth generation returns to Namimori, having to deal with everything that happened in their absence. As much as Namimori is at peace, it won't last with the trouble magnet that is the tenth generation, but who knows? Possibly, the dawn will smile on them once.

Then say it, Kyoya. Tell me exactly what you want.

Chrome thought Kyoko would love the crystal grotto, so she takes her to it on their next date. She was, of course, right.

It was meant to be a peaceful vacation. A reward, Reborn had said. It was already bad enough that Tsuna was slowly being replaced, and then the cruise ship they were on started to crash. Now Tsuna is stranded and not quite alone. Will he survive?

Dino exhaled, slow and measured, but his patience was wearing thin. Not just from the fight—but from him. From the way Hibari never hesitated to push him, to test him. From the way he always had to be in control, always one step ahead, always smug and untouchable. It made Dino want to wipe that smirk off his face. It made him want to ruin him.

Hibari’s jaw clenched. His glare was sharp, deadly—but the way his breath hitched when Dino pressed his hips down was betrayal.

Dino smirked. "Not running?" Hibari narrowed his eyes. "I don’t run."

Dino wanted to strangle him. Or kiss him. Or both.

Dino nearly drops his ice coffee when he turns around and sees Hibari sitting on the couch, nose tilted slightly downward, a thin trickle of blood running from one nostril. For a second, his heart stops.

Hibari never wore bandages. Never made an excuse. He came to school like nothing happened. Dino forced himself to look away.

Dino has a bad habit of letting his emotions take over. Dino is gentle, considerate—he always knows his limits. But when he’s overwhelmed, when he's angry or desperate—he forgets himself.

She woke up in an unfamilliar room with no recallection of the past. Oh well, that's fine. She always been one to adapt. At least that's what she thinks. OC-Centric. Gen.

In which Reborn's haunted by a ghost, and it's not even of someone he killed. [Cross-posted on ao3. Tags inside.]

Byakuran es un sacerdote de la iglesia católica, esta orgulloso de sus estudios eclesiásticos y sus años al servicio de Dios. Se sentía orgulloso de su estoicidad hasta que él, aquel enigmático prostituto, apareció frente a su iglesia. Byakuran x Mukuro BL yaoi. Contiene temas religiosos por lo que puede ofender en algunos temas.

So maybe Tsuna skipped over some steps there, but it just goes to show Yamamoto's smile is that pretty and irresistible. [Cross-posted on ao3. Tags inside.]

Dino was used to being surrounded by students—some genuinely interested in learning, others just enjoying the chance to chat with their foreign, surprisingly laid-back teacher. Today, it was the latter.

What is the dynamic between Hibari Kyoya and Dino Cavallone?

Dino was a dork. That was an undeniable fact. He tripped over his own feet when Romario wasn’t around, got overly excited about the simplest things, and had the most ridiculous, open-book expressions Hibari had ever seen on a person. He was loud, dramatic, and sometimes frustratingly persistent.

...Well, if you ever feel like sleeping too long again, I’ll wake you up.

"Hey, Kyoya. Do you know how babies are made?" "Obviously."