January seventh. Seven days since the start of 2015, and seven days since his father's death. The bastard, he thinks bitterly. The past year Derek Hale had made it blatantly obvious that he hated his scrawny guts, taking every given opportunity to shove him up against a wall, growl threats in his ears and roll his eyes whenever he stepped into the room, muttering some snide comment about how spastic or idiotic he was. So why did he fucking volunteer to take him in?

Harry Potter was born with red hair, but the Dursley's always treated him like the proverbial red-headed stepchild. Once he enters the wizarding world however, everyone assumes he's just another Weasley. To Harry's surprise, the Weasleys don't seem to mind.

A series of lgbtq+ [and occasionally general] one-shot stories. Any requests? Send them my way x

(NO TRANSLATIONS) Derek has heard stories about the Spark -ghe kind of stories that would have his younger self cowering under the blankets. The kind of stories that had Derek stick close to the pack. But when Derek is in trouble, and the pack isnt around, Derek finds himself in the care of said Spark, and he finds out fairly quickly that he's not all he seems to be. Stiles, he finds out, isn't a villain at all. Derek's only heard one side of the story for four years, and now it's time for him to hear the other side from his mate. *-* "Pretty little wolf," he hummed, stepping closer and kneeling beside Derek. Even in his death fogged brain, he recognized the words spoken. The words that were tattooed along his hip bone. The man reached a hand out, long bony fingers brushing against Derek's jaw. That's when recognition dawned on him. He knew this boy -not personally, but he'd seen pictures. This was the Spark. The one Scott had warned him about since Derek had returned to Beacon Hills four years ago. His mate. "Fuck me," Derek gasped out, dropping his head on the step. "Let's get you better, first, shall we, Puppy?" The Spark hummed.

Derek is cursed with some sort of spell, and for some reason only responds to Stiles as a result. He tries to attack everyone else, even his Alpha, he's also acting super overprotective of Stiles, hardly letting anyone get close to him. Thank you @WolfMorgan for the cover photo. Absolutely love it!!!

A wolfstar AU (no-magic) {a relatively short story} The 1970s, a wonderful time of bold makeup, bell-bottom jeans, vinyl shops, police brutality and rampant homophobia. You get the gist. In which, Remus Lupin is a fresh-faced wallflower just out of college, supporting his community in miniature efforts, as to not get noticed. Sirius Black, maybe not as fresh-faced but still just out of college, is, let's say, a little bolder. He's happy to be noticed - even happier when it's the freckled boy that hides in the library. Disclaimer: my parents weren't even a twinkle in someone's eyes in the 70s. Historical accuracy isn't going to be my focus point; but I'll try my best. And obviously, I don't own the main characters, but I wish I did. ::::::Without context, I'm sorry in advance. (: :: a chapter will include what I think it needs to - some will definitely be shorter than others. ::It is finished, but some filler chapters might yet be added.

16 and kicked out of his home, life doesn't look too good for Seamus Finnigan. Can an unexpected helping hand, an emotional roller coaster of a Christmas feast and confessions which are long since overdue turn it around for the better? As Seamus spends Christmas with Dean, he learns that family doesn't always mean being related by blood and home sometimes isn't a place, but a person that holds your heart instead. CONTENT WARNING: HOMOPHOBIA SWEARING MILD VIOLENCE

Book One [completed] Every year since his 2nd birthday, Ashley, Ash for short, has been losing the ability to see colors. Yellow on his ninth birthday, Violet on his 13th, Pink last year and so on and so on, like clockwork. Defeated and taking care of his cancer-stricken cat, diabetic mother, and caught in an never-ending job, he finally gets the chance to be an actual journalist, but he must first pass the interview with the billionaire CEO wearing the burning red suit. Reece Red, the new, young and wild CEO of R.E.D. NEWS CORP, a right-wing, republican and conservative news organization, is about as confused as anyone his age about how this thing works. When he sees Ash the first time, who challenges the him on his credentials, he instantly hates him. But they end up finding that they need each other in more ways than one.

During third year, Harry makes a rash decision and quits Divination, following in Hermione's footsteps. It turns out to be the best thing that happens to him, as he us quite gifted in the subject.

"Well... uh... I'm Gay." -Keith *Lance goes Ballistic* Keith and Lance are left alone in Allura's Castle. Doctors Orders. Well actually Shiro and Allura's orders, but same difference. Keith and Lance are told to bond because their constant fighting has to lead to them not being able to form Voltron. A week alone, forced to become friends of some sort. --- *Author's Note* This story takes place before S2's end (don't wanna spoil for those who hadn't finished) (Cover Credits: Bibinella)