Miles wasn't sure when the butterflies stopped flapping around his stomach whenever he was around Gwen, however he knew they reawakened around Hobie. Miles is 18 and Hobie is 19 !! I don't own any of the characters in this!!

After messing up his signature move in a competition, Yuuji goes to the skate park at night, determined to clear his head. But, he stumbles upon another skater who is just as talented, if not more. So, obviously, he's determined to befriend him. --- "As the mature, responsible adult that he was, Megumi decided to deal with his problem by avoiding the situation completely. It was a solid plan. He couldn't screw it up. Not going anywhere near the skatepark was the logical thing to do. It was the sensible solution. He would be safe and sound, and free from any further awkward interactions with the local prodigy, who just so happened to be very friendly, and also very cute. And probably straight. Not that it mattered. Because he was a no-go zone, completely off limits. And Megumi wasn't interested at all."

All Might told him he couldn't be a hero. Seven years later, Deku stopped trying to be one. After the sludge villain incident, Deku dissapeared. Most people assumed the worst, and they weren't entirely wrong. Now he's working as the League strategist - observing heroes, predicting possibilities, and choosing his moves carefully (most of the time). He still takes notes, he still watches them, he still wants to understand... but understanding doesn't mean he believes. And when Pro Hero Dynamite crosses his path - everything starts to fall apart.

1938. One year before the start of WW2. Gon Freecss. A young man only 18 years old has decided to enlist in the British Armed Service. He wishes to find his father Ging Freecss. A Four Star General of the Army. Will his choice take him down the path to his father? Meanwhile in another place we meet the Austrian 18 year old Killua Zoldyck. He comes from a line of famous mercenaries who worked for whoever they wanted, for the right price. He has been raised and trained for war and combat. But no amount of preparation can let him be ready for the coming war. Disclaimer: Sensitive subjects of the Second World War will be present. If you are uncomfortable with the mentioning of Hitler or the Holocaust or any other situations of this war, I would advise you to turn back.

Killua only meant to save a stranger. Bloodied. Breathless. A man collapsing into his clinic at 2 AM, half-dead and wrapped in violence. He knew something wasn't right about him, but he couldn't let him die at Pawlight under HIS watch. He never knew this stranger was the Don of THE Lucerna Famiglia. He should've called the police. Instead, he stitched Gonzalo Freecss back together. Held him down through fevered shivers. Watched those dark eyes burn through the dim light - not with gratitude, but with hunger. - "I didn't catch your name," Gon said, eyes narrowed just slightly. "But I want you to remember mine." Killua swallowed, throat bobbing. "You didn't give it." Gon smirked faintly - a crooked, half-formed thing, like someone remembering how to do it. "Gon Freecss." He let the name sit in the space between them like a blade laid gently on the table. "You must remember it." Gon smiled. Slow. Dangerous. As if he had already decided. Killua is his. ••Notice: Explicit Scenes will be skipped on Wattpad. Release Date: July 22nd, 2025

This story is a University AU where Killua Zoldyck is the student council president, he's known for control, discipline, and a reputation he can't afford to lose. Gon Freecss is a known drug dealer on campus, surrounded by crime, parties, and consequences that never seem to stick to him. They shouldn't mix, and they definitely shouldn't get involved with each other, but Yorknew University has a way of making sure they keep crossing paths. It starts with a party, and a card with Gon's number slipped into Killua's hand like it was nothing. And the more they talk, the more it becomes clear that this isn't going to end well for either of them. ⚠ TW: drugs, substance abuse, alcohol, smoking, explicit language, homophobia, addiction, mental health themes, smut, mentions of abuse, and boyxboy. - - I always rewrite things throughout the story, so it's gonna take awhile to completeeee

Hawks had been hospitalized for a long time after the fight and his wings had still not properly regrown. At first he thought Dabi had burned them beyond repair but his feathers were slowly coming back, taking their sweet time. However he didn't anticipate getting a visitor one night when he was taking a walk trough the city. A complicated story on how they fought and fell for each other. //COMPLETED// . . . A little angsty fanfiction but not too much I hope. Tryin to make it a lil funny too probably :)

"If I give you my number," he started, his jaw clenching. "Will you fuck off?" "Maybe," Ryusei said with a shrug and a smirk. He reached into his pocket for his phone and held it out to him. "Only one way to find out."

It has been one year since Gon and Killua went on their own paths. Gon went with his father and Killua went with Alluka. After a year their feelings grew, as did their own fears of loosing those they hold close. Thanks to GonKilluLuciel for the cover art! I absolutely love it. If any of you need help with a cover for a story you can ask them. Go show them some love and give them a follow and read their stories. Smut Warning. Will contain moments of Smut

Katsuki Bakugo is a 25 year old year old musician in a rising band, playing both drums and guitar, tho his musical talent is not limited to just the two. He's talented, and handsome, both things he knows well. He gives off a cocky, bad boy persona but under it all Katsuki has been severely hurt by a bad breakup that has left him cold and distant, swearing off love and trust all together. His friends are worried that the blonde may never find a relationship again until one night when a cute, patient, friendly greenett comes onto the picture. Maybe this 24 year old Izuku Midoriya has what it takes to break down high walls and show Katsuki that the right person is again worth the risk.