It's time to get a few things straight.

In which Tsuna doesn't understand what the rest of the world is watching him for.

Yamamoto is really rather zen about life and death in pursuit of his duty. Gokudera, not so much.

Tsuna has never wanted to be a mafia boss. Nobody else seems to understand this. Perhaps its time to make them.

Hyper Intuition isn't always a gift. Reborn contemplates what it might mean for someone to be born with it.

Dino's shirt looks much better on Bianchi than it ever has on him.

It's a long drive home, but there are plenty of ways to pass the time.

Gokudera doesn't know how to say no to Tsuna, which is maybe just as well.

Yamamoto reflects on the meaning of being a born killer.

Gokudera has a thing for Tsuna's Dying Will Flame.

Jason has small, meaningless interactions with his family. The media outlets of Gotham disagree.

Haru knows how to take care of herself.

Lance likes games. Through a lot of trial and error, this is what Keith has learned: the more random and casual Lance is being, the closer Keith needs to be listening, because it means Lance is trying to tell him something important.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

Most people assume that Kyouko's really nice. They're mistaken: she's simply polite. And there's a huge difference between "nice" and "polite."

In which Yamamoto has cause to go undercover with Bianchi and discovers something about himself.

Yamamoto has kind of a thing for stuff that's perfect. He thinks that's perfectly natural; just about everyone else thinks he's crazy.

In which Yamamoto attempts to address Gokudera's regrettably low self-esteem.

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.)

Dino Cavallone has a broad-minded sense of fair play.

Some things, no matter how effective, are not to be used as negotiating tactics.

Haru is a morning person; Gokudera isn't. But he manages to cope with that.

Flames can be good for more than just fighting.

Delayed gratification has its good points.

Genma’s last memory of Uchiha Obito is from childhood so many years ago, a boy with a bright smile, always willing to help no matter the consequences, with an ego just a size too large and dreams he hadn’t yet grown into. It is, he thinks, a stark contrast to now.

This is all massively troublesome, damn it, and Shikamaru only has himself to blame.

“You’ve heard the rumors,” Mustang says, looking at Ed over the top of his latest report, “about the angels.” Ed scoffs and rolls his eyes, “Angels don’t exist, don’t be ridiculous.” “Of course, of course,” he murmurs, gaze sliding back down, “There have been multiple eye witness accounts, however.” Ed slouches into the chair and doesn’t bother to keep the contempt to from his voice when he says, “Don’t depend on anything with wings to save you. Things that were made to leave always end up doing so, in the end.” “Yes, well,” he says, “sometimes they come back.”

An AU oneshot based off of my fic "An Invincible Summer" The Massacre was prevented, and some things stay the same, but a lot of things are different. Mostly that Natsu ends up with a different Uchiha.

“Oh?” Orochimaru asks sweetly, trying to judge the room they're in. Some sort of military headquarters, predictably. “They let me keep my doctorates? How kind. But I assume this wasn’t a test of how many low-level guards I could put in the morgue—” “Three,” the younger soldier standing at Danzō’s shoulder cuts in, righteous anger darkening his features. “Three in the morgue, six in the hospital.” “Oh my, you caught me on an off day.” Orochimaru gives the young man his best flirtatious smirk. “Come back tomorrow and I promise, I’ll at least double both counts.” (Or, that Suicide Squad!AU no one asked for and no one wanted, but I wrote anyway. I'm not sorry.)

It’s Jiraiya who brings him the news, bare hours after the decision has been reached.

“He’s pretty, isn’t he?” Mito asks thoughtfully.

“It was science,” Tobirama huffs, turning his glare on Madara. “You left your DNA all over me, Uchiha. I was hardly about to pass up the opportunity.” Obito debates clamping his hands over his ears and humming loudly. He did not need to know that in any shape or form, oh god.

It’s not his proudest moment, but Sakumo takes one look at the newest occupant of the gym and walks into a wall.

“What do you mean, you’re related to the Nidaime?!” Izumo demands, hands flapping faintly like he can’t decide whether to strangle Kotetsu or flail.

“Kid, this is Kurosaki Ichigo,” Kūkaku says, and there's something crafty in her expression that makes her look far too much like Urahara for comfort. “Ichigo, this is Uchiha Obito, resident ninja.” “Ninja?” Ichigo repeats, dropping the attempt at politeness in favor of incredulity. “You mean like a ninja ninja?”

She's been looking forward to this all afternoon.

In which Yamamoto is sneaky, and Gokudera falls for it. Just like he always does.

There's more than one reason to approve of Hibari's preference for traditional clothes.

Tsuna gives his people whatever they need, and Yamamoto is no exception. Porn with Characterization.

“Play dumb is surely the first line of defense for any physically weak child. And for children who can use illusions, that defense becomes a weapon.”

Bianchi is asexual. Unfortunately, she is an asexual woman in the mafia. And for women in the mafia, that is Not. An. Option.

When you have access to the future, you'd be a fool not to use it when it comes to matters of great importance. And within the mafia, nothing is more important than Inheritance. Or, Lambo discovers there's a reason the Bovino shouldn't read the Epilogue first.

Hibari is starting to doubt that his carefully ordered world will ever recover from Sawada Tsunayoshi.

“I’m…uh….a retired competitive figure skater?” he asks, his voice going higher with embarrassment. “And I…uh…got 2 golds in the Grand Prix…and 2 golds in Worlds….and maybe a silver in Pyeongchang?”

Hibari Kyouya travels in time and takes over the world. Basically crack.

The best way to get to the heart is between the ribs and up. But there are other routes, too.

Tsuna's been losing time nearly ever since he's met Reborn, with a voice whispering in his ear, and something taking control of him whenever he's shot with one of his tutor's special bullets. It gets worse before it gets better. (Or: That one in which Hyper Dying Will Tsuna isn't quite what he seems to be, at first glance.)

Once Edward became legal, the number of office outings to the pub went up exponentially. Possibly this was because Edward was really fun to take to a pub.

FMA best case scenario. But the Elrics, even at peace and completely happy in themselves, are still kind of alarming to bystanders.

There's a man hiding in the eaves of his porch. Sakumo blinks, tips his head, but the image doesn’t change. A shinobi in a Konoha uniform has somehow managed to stuff himself into the corner of the roof, entirely out of sight from practically everywhere except the spot Sakumo is currently standing. "Can I help you?" he asks bemusedly.