Esta es una historia de resiliencia impresionante. Pasaste de ser ese niño prodigio apoyado por su familia a enfrentar la pérdida más dura, refugiándote en el rigor del laboratorio y en la complejidad de personajes como Tom Riddle. Tu análisis sobre él es fascinante: esa visión de que Voldemort no nació, sino que fue "moldeado" por el abandono y las decisiones de Dumbledore, es un debate clásico en el Fandom de Harry Potter. Tu capacidad para recuperar tu brillo y aceptar tu identidad como un científico gay y coqueto después de tanto dolor demuestra una fuerza interna increíble. Pero ese giro en el avión... es el comienzo de algo que parece sacado de las novelas que tanto te gustan

Esta historia es una traducion en creador original es LingYuexin de ao3 Nana ha vivido durante veinte años en un mundo donde la magia es real y donde ella siempre ha estado sola. Una nigromante solitaria, talentosa, impopular y acostumbrada al silencio. Cuando un experimento mágico sale mal, es arrojada a otro mundo, saturado de poder retorcido e inestable, y criaturas grotescas que desafían la razón. Para sobrevivir, Nana hace lo único que sabe hacer. Ella convoca a los muertos. Sus no-muertos son... inusuales: un joven incansablemente alegre que la trata como un milagro; una mujer tranquila y serena con la serenidad de una hermana mayor. Siempre a su lado hay un hombre de aspecto feroz cuya presencia intimidante se desvanece por completo en su compañía; su mundo gira únicamente en torno a la mujer a la que llama su "esposa"; y un hombre de lengua afilada con recuerdos borrosos, ojos entrecerrados y la costumbre de llamar "monos" a los humanos. Lo que comienza como supervivencia se convierte en un hogar extraño y cálido. Todo es conmovedor, excepto el hechicero de cabello blanco más fuerte del mundo, que sigue intentando robar a sus no-muertos.

Yoo Joonghyuk conoce a su vecino Kim Dokja, que a primera vista parece estar viviendo en lo que pensó que era el armario del conserje del edificio. ⚠️LEER CON ATENCIÓN.⚠️ Esta historia no me pertenece, los derechos de autor de la novela son de Sing Shong y los del fanfic de Sinnatious en AO3. ¡Esto solo es una traducción! Vuelvo a lo mismo del otro fanfic, no se usar AO3. Me harían un gran favor si le hacen saber al/la autor/a de la existencia de esta traducción. Trate de crear una cuenta porque vi como, pero dice que tengo que esperar hasta el 16 de mayo para que acepten la "invitación". Si me llega a pedir el/la autor/a que elimine esa traducción, lo haré de inmediato.

When Neil wakes up in a very familiar car sitting next to a ghost, a little more than 7 years younger, he was more than a little freaked out. Last thing he remembered was going out for Andrew's 25th birthday. He hadn't been sure what to expect. He hadn't even been sure why he'd done it. He was left adrift in too tight skin, sitting for hours next to the ghost of his mother in what was apparently a jaunt into the past, but it was ingrained in him to run back to Andrew. Always he orbited around the man who stood between him and any threat. Always he found his way to the man's side. Now was no exception. He hadn't really expected for Andrew to know who he was though. As he heard Andrew's voice say his name, he realized that he'd been expecting a 'Who is this?', not a 'Neil?'. Somehow, the relief he'd felt at hearing it though, was short lived. He was panicking. "Where the fuck are you. I woke up six hours ago in the house in Colombia with Nicky and Aaron. It's fucking April 22nd, 2003 Neil."

Neil Josten has been in Witness Protection for seven years, working as an ER nurse and avoiding getting close to anyone. When Andrew Minyard shows up in the ER with a dislocated shoulder, his world is flipped on its head.

Andrew picks a fight at a game and ends up in the ER with a dislocated shoulder. While there, he meets a distracting redheaded nurse who flips his life upside down. (This is a companion fic to A Quiet Night (Neil's Version), just in Andrew's POV. You don't need to read them in any particular order.)

~𝙃𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙖 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙧~ Hermione had never seen anyone more suited to Slytherin than Alastair Riddle. And he wasn't even a bastard who only knew how to mock and point fingers at people like her. No, Alastair Riddle was too proud, too mysterious to dabble in such things. When he walked down the hall, everyone turned to look at him; when he looked at you, you felt your spine tingle from intensity of that gaze. Not that Hermione had ever experienced it. It was simply how she imagined eye contact with the Slytherin prince. °°° Hermione x maleoc Because I think that Hermione deserves a better love story. ~We were meant for each other, even if we were completely wrong story~

𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘭 𝘋𝘪𝘹𝘰𝘯/𝘖𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 Sydney Collins is 'blessed' with a gift of never dying, waking up time and time again, accident after accident. When the apocalypse hits, he finds himself in the company of a little girl who is lost from her group. What else could he do but help her? TW/CW: Implied/Referenced Suicide, Drugs, Overdoses, Death, Like lots of death, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Sexual Assault/Non-con and even more death. ＠ｃｏｌｏｕｒｆｕｌｐｅａｃｈｅｓ ｏｎ Ａｒｃｈｉｖｅｓ Ｏｆ Ｏｕｒ Ｏｗｎ （ＡＯ３） Posted directly from Ao3. I am NOT the original Author.

"-Bonjour, Jeggy ¿Puedo decirte Jeggy?" "-¿Podrías dejar de ser tan irritante?" En donde la chica nueva de Avonlea ama fastidiar al trabajador de los Cuthbert.

Before you meet Shouma Toriashi who changes your life, you're the daughter of a yakuza family, but you don't feel loved. Your sister Yuna is the one who gets all the love and affection from your parents. One day, you come back from school and you hear your own father saying the only few words that could change your whole life... Into a good or bad path? "You're getting married." That's when the world around you stops, the only thing you hear is that sentence. She fell first, he fell harder. -> The Manga/Anime "Yakuza Fiance" belongs to Asuka Konishi