¿Un pequeño amor de infancia podrá superar al tiempo y la distancia? Historia adaptada, crédito total al respectivo autor(a).

"Look, I know you probably have very strong intentions right now of murdering me and hiding the body, but I would really appreciate it, if you didn't." No response. Just those bright red eyes staring back at me. "Derek? I'm serious. I'm gonna be so pissed if you kill me." God, I'm an idiot. The eyes start getting closer so I automatically start backing up. "Please, let's just talk about this... I would really like to keep all my limbs attached to my body here." Bump. There's the wall. I feel my hands out behind me, trying to find a way around it as the eyes get closer. And closer. Until he gets close enough that I can see his face, hear his breathing, and smell his aftershave. He steps right up in front of me, pinning me against the wall with his arms. He looks seriously pissed. And then I didn't anticipate what he said next. "What are you doing to me Stiles" Not my story! Original is on ao3 by arguably(tricksune) All I've done to this story is edited any mistakes and added some more scenes to really bring it all together. :)

Dónde Izuku es un joven omega de 23 años, inteligente, lindo, tierno y muy trabajador, se sacrifica y lo da todo por una sola cosa o personita mejor dicho, su hijo Tadashi de 7 años, el niño que llena de luz todos sus días. Aún que un pequeño cambio de rutina no le haría mal al omega. Ahuevo que los personajes no son míos (propiedad de Kōhei Horikoshi) yo solo los uso para hacer historias uwu

Uno de los hombres más poderosos en la faz de la tierra ha sido revivido y tiene un solo propósito: Dominar el mundo ninja y someterlo a su merced. Pero para esto, necesitará la ayuda de una persona que se negará rotundamente a ayudarlo, y aunque eso no detendrá a Madara, hará que en el ultimo momento, las cosas sucedan de una forma inesperada... [Los personajes no son míos, estos le pertenecen a Makashi Kishimoto, creador de Naruto, estos sólo son utilizados para mi historia sin ánimos de lucro, ni de ofender a nadie.]

Libro ganador de un sorteo por el libro favorito, así que este libro será de puros cómics de las parejas: Thor y Loki Hulk/Banner y Clint/ojo de alcon

Stiles se ha mudado y el lugar tiene demasiadas cosas por reparar. Derek se ofrece para ayudar.

They left him. After all these years, Derek Hale was truly alone. Can Stiles tame the demons that still control Derek Hale or will Derek be alone once more?

Después de que Roy Mustang se ha convertido en Führer, pero ¿Algo le falta?

"So then why are we letting Scott and Derek search for it if you know it's useless?" Peter looked down at Stiles and cocked his head with a grin. "Because I think seeing my nephew and your best friend run around like headless chickens while I think up a plan is hysterical." "And the plan is...?" ---- Trusting Peter Hale is something that Stiles had repeatedly told himself to never do. He had seen first hand the results of Peter's plans and schemes, but when a shadow began tormenting Beacon Hills, he found that sometimes he'd have to to play along with Peter's games. {cross-post from ao3}

Everyone was dead. Only one person left. The human. The weak one. The one that should've died first. But no. Everyone wanted to protect him. So now he was alone. All his friends dead and gone. Leaving him empty and alone. Omg #1 in Steter 😱🤯