Fanfic dump
Title: Smallprint
Characters/Pairing: Byakuran/Yamamoto
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: General creepiness, dub-con, pedophilia, and spoilers for chapter 328
Word Count: 1500~
Summary: Yamamoto knows there has to be a catch in Byakuran’s offer because games like this always have such complicated rules.
For all his laughter and joy in life, Yamamoto’s mind is surprisingly quiet in sleep.
Title:Fortuna brevis
Characters/Pairing: Gokudera; Yamamoto/Gokudera, vague Gokudera/OC
Rating: R
Warnings: Language, mafia violence, character deaths
Word Count: 5,000~
Summary: Sometimes Gokudera feels like he’s the butt of a malicious celestial joke. Sometimes he knows he is.
Once upon a time, Don Falcone had a son, a slight little thing with feather soft silver hair, jade eyes, and a stub nose.
Title: Mother's touch
Characters/Pairing: Gokudera, Nana
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Word Count: 300~
Summary: Gokudera wonders what the Tenth’s mother must think of him as she cleans one of his wounds.
Not quite as acrid as the gunpowder in his bombs, the stench of antiseptic still burns the lining of Gokudera’s nostrils with each breath he takes.
Characters/Pairing: Byakuran/Yamamoto
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: General creepiness, dub-con, pedophilia, and spoilers for chapter 328
Word Count: 1500~
Summary: Yamamoto knows there has to be a catch in Byakuran’s offer because games like this always have such complicated rules.
For all his laughter and joy in life, Yamamoto’s mind is surprisingly quiet in sleep.
Title:Fortuna brevis
Characters/Pairing: Gokudera; Yamamoto/Gokudera, vague Gokudera/OC
Rating: R
Warnings: Language, mafia violence, character deaths
Word Count: 5,000~
Summary: Sometimes Gokudera feels like he’s the butt of a malicious celestial joke. Sometimes he knows he is.
Once upon a time, Don Falcone had a son, a slight little thing with feather soft silver hair, jade eyes, and a stub nose.
Title: Mother's touch
Characters/Pairing: Gokudera, Nana
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Word Count: 300~
Summary: Gokudera wonders what the Tenth’s mother must think of him as she cleans one of his wounds.
Not quite as acrid as the gunpowder in his bombs, the stench of antiseptic still burns the lining of Gokudera’s nostrils with each breath he takes.