Draco panicked. He did not know where he was, only that he was nowhere close to home. Just one night he goes to sleep uneasily in the Malfoy Manor dreading the next day as he was scheduled to take the Dark Mark, the next he wakes up sopping wet in a small frontal garden in a time that, seeing the horridly outdated architecture, is not his, and unable to say anything when asked where is parents are except 'gone'. He doesn't know how he got to some older time and he doesn't really want to know. Maybe it is Fate fucking with him again. Would be typical. Last thing he knew his Father was at the Ministry and his Mother was locked in her room, both likely to die when Father came back...so who knew? It is the 1940s, as he soon learns, and dread creeps in. Stuck going to Hogwarts for his sixth year, with nothing more than his name and trying to fend off the curious looks and stares as a Malfoy seems to pop up out of nowhere, Draco does not know what he is going to do. Luckily he has Tom by his side...sort of...He just doesn't know what to make of him.

Stiles Stilinski has a secret. A secret that could send his whole life spiraling into hell. A secret that could leave Beacon Hills in ashes. [demigod!Stiles au]

Stiles, well he wasn't so skinny and defenceless now. Who would have thought that he could become an avenger that everyone talks about. The one with two souls and a voice in his head. Trickster. But where will this life he has gotten so used to led him? THIS IS A SEQUEL the first book is called 'Human' please read before this one.

Stiles, skinny defenceless Stiles. Who would of thought that he would ever have enough of the supernatural world? But after being the sidekick, the victim, a murderer, forgotten. He had, had enough. Stiles moves in with his Uncle Phil in New York. Little did he know that trouble followed him everywhere he went.

Hob Gadling was affected by the sleepy sickness. He hasn't slept for over a century and is looking for someone to blame. One night, when he is finally able to dream he finds himself face to face with an old friend he thought had forgotten him.

Stiles was finally getting his life on track, good grades, good friends, his dad was back from his long lasting alcohol addiction, and he was starting for the varsity lacrosse team. Everything changes when Stiles is kidnapped after scoring the winning shot in the game. Everything goes black, even the werewolves can't see, when the lights do come on Stiles is gone and no scent is left to track! Derek hasn't stopped searching and its been two years. When Scott and Derek are running from the Alpha pack they stumble across a very damaged and broken Stiles. What will happen next? *EDITING

This fanfiction is like Race To The Edge season 4 episode 3 "Midnight Scrum". Only this time, slightly more drama and Hiccstrid :D The characters don't belong to me, they belong to Cressida Cowell. Hope you enjoy! 😊

Sequel to Comatose. It's the New Directions and Warbler 7 year reunion. And it's in Central City. Bad summary. I know.

Spider-Man had just returned to action after the death of Gwen Stacy, Harry Osborn... the Green Goblin, is locked in Ravencroft planning to get out. It was at Gwen's grave that Peter Parker met Skye and Phil Coulson and his life changed forever

Clint glared at Tony as he pinned up a notice on the wall of the living room. "Stark, is this really necessary?" "Yes, Barton, it is," the billionaire/genius/playboy/philanthropist replied, "You aren't exactly the easiest person to get along with." "Neither are you." "Ignoring that. This list'll make life much smoother for all of us. It's based on countless events that have occurred since you moved in here. There. Done." He stepped back to admire his handiwork. "Take a look." Clint 'Hawkeye' Barton read the list over with narrowed eyes.