He had died- honorably, he'd like to think, despite living as a villain and an assassin for over half a century- and that, as far as Xanxus had ever figured, would be the end of that. No heaven. No hell. Just life when you were breathing and nothingness when you stopped. Except that it didn't, quite, turn out that way. Except he came back as the son of the kindest, sometimes saddest father in the world. In both worlds. A father that he knew, without a doubt, to be his flesh and blood. All at once, Xanxus had everything he'd wanted as a child. A home. A family. Stability. And he was going to fight like hell and beat down anyone who tried to take it from him, no matter what his age. (In which Sakumo raises a son who speaks multiple languages from birth, all of them gibberish to the poor single father jounin, spits vulgarity with the same ease as he does his praise and burns with an unshakable determination to build himself a family that will not fall, no matter who or what is thrown against it.)

Yamamoto attempts to make Gokudera's lunch. Gokudera is not entirely impressed.

In which Yamamoto shows Squalo a new trick for dealing with Xanxus.

In which Gokudera receives a lesson in sushi-making.

Yamamoto talks a lot to everybody but Hibari.

Yamamoto has some trouble adjusting to life after they get back from the future. Weirdly enough, Hibari helps.

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

A Yamamoto/Gokudera arc in which Yamamoto decides Gokudera could really use someone to take care of him since he doesn't seem to attend to that at all himself.

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

A collection of my short writing warm up pieces that I try to write every day on my tumblr. These ones are specifically about Ryouhei and Kyoko- the Sasagawas! Lots of different ships and whatever. It's mostly cute, probably v little angst. And I'll update it abt once a week with what's been posted to tumblr the week previous.

“Reborn!” He squeaks, voice caught somewhere in his throat as panic starts to set in. Coming to the swift and horrible conclusion of what his sadist tutor is going to make him do. His thoughts are proven right as Reborn begins to explain. “When searching, people tend to overlook the opposite sex. No one thinks a mafia boss will be willing to put on a dress just to escape from capture. They assume it is against their masculine pride or some such nonsense.” Reborn’s grin is practically predatory, obviously enjoying Tsuna’s discomfort. “That is why it always works if you know how to blend in correctly.” ----- aka; the fic where Tsuna goes undercover as a girl to a local festival to learn how to avoid being captured by enemies, but ends up sexually frustrating Yamamoto Takeshi who wasn't aware he had a very specific fetish.

Even pretending to be a firefly turns his stomach, but he's out of money, and it's the only way. Or is it? Juudaime found him, and defended him, and with how broken they both are, maybe they can help each others' hearts heal. Love does that, he's been told.

Omegas are inviting. Warm. The heart of pack life. Tsuna never believed he'd be any of those things. (Omega Tsuna, warm and wonderful but entirely unaware of it, unwittingly draws others to him and inspires unwavering loyalty.) No Mafia. Tsuna's "Family" is just his patchwork pack of similarly damaged children. Lots of platonic pack feels and bonding. Endgame Tsuna/Hibari.

Ichigo's found his Sky. Things are just...a little turbulent while everyone adjusts.

Tsuna's far too used to being picked on by his classmates. He's always been too slow, too quiet, and too likely to burst into tears when pushed far enough. This is the first time anyone's really cared, though. (Or: Ichigo might look scary and talk like a jerk, but his need to protect people tends to win others over, as always)