Living once as an overworked teenage mom (dad, big brother, whatever) taught him a lot of things. For example-- don't pick up anymore children that look homeless, and don't save anymore little girls that are being herded in by suspicious older men. "And somehow I became delegated nanny of the guild. Amazing. Bring on all the little gremlins, why don't you? I'll start a fucking daycare at this point. I should charge for this." - Fairy Tail © Hiro Mashima

*Completed* He woke up, surroundings swimming in his eyes. Not long after, finally a dark and empty street materialized itself in front of him. What had happened? All he remembered was a person in white shouting his name before everything became black. What was his name? Why was he here? His headache nearly killed him and poor Conan massaged his temples with a whimper. Ah, he felt blood on his forehead. Had he fallen? Conan flashed a helpless glance around, instinctively searching for clues to his last hours. But as a man dressed in a white suit landed in front of him, he felt the incredible urge to follow him. Conan had lost his memories after a fatal accident at a KID heist. Short after he came to his senses he saw the famous magician thief and decided to follow him. What could go possibly wrong? Ranking: 1 #nakamori 1 #nakamoriaoko 1 #mouri 1 #meitanteiconan 1 #hattoriheiji 1 #conan 3 #shinichi 12 #kaito 1 #edogawaconan 1 #caseclosed 5 #magickaito 1 #1412 1 #hakuba 2 #hakubasaguru 1 #hattori 1 #mouriran 1 #heijihattori Tłumaczenie na polski: https://www.wattpad.com/story/253325729?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=NoraHanson1&wp_originator=9HHxcBI7Wkbh7iDznZ6NFRiznFCSjCSVQstNN8t489Kqycyj9cTvpC0EOhJQxS7%2BnpOv4LTCgFfhmOrq4iqbppq%2Fx6nQgCbiqOe%2B%2BzeoQiHnRDQssL%2F5937RqrwRBkt6

⟨ status: complete ⟩ "They say artists are nothing but sad people, unaccepted by society of who they are. Masking themselves in 'personas' to fit in." She turned to him, placing her beloved paintbrush on the table with her face adorning a beautiful miniscule smile that he wouldn't dare miss. "Now I ask of you again, who are you Camilo Madrigal?" (Cross posted on Archive of Our Own)

𝐻𝒶𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒶 ⁽ᵛ.⁾ ᵀʰᵉ ᵃᶜᵗ ᵒᶠ ʷᵒᵒⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒⁿᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ˢᵒⁿᵍ. Three years have passed since the rebuilding of Casita, Camilo found himself getting closer to a newcomer who seems to not be fond of his gift. ────────── Filipina Reader Contains Angst Help boost this story by voting!

"Look, I really didn't mind the fact that I died and reincarnated into Ansatsu Kyoushitsu. I didn't really mind that you gave me a hole in the heart. That was a real dick move, but I didn't complain. So god, Void, whatever, I'm sorry I punched a student. Please recall my demotion into Class E. Please, the moon literally just exploded and I don't wanna be there!" Kuma-sensei did not belong here. He knew better than anyone else that he was just an outsider. ー ※ COMPLETED FIC. ※ AC belongs to Matsui Yuusei.

Jordan Reel lived a perfectly ordinary life, even if he could control the weather and water. Then the Umbrella Academy fell into his backyard. [Five x Male OC] [Umbrella Academy Fanfic] {The wonderful cover is made by caitlinfrcst!} {Completed!}

Y/n Hargreeves was the 8th member of the Umbrella Academy that no one knew about. Kept hidden from the others to conceal her dangerous abilities, the death of eccentric billionaire, Reginald Hargreeves caused her to finally emerge into the world. The missing member- Five Hargreeves returns to the academy, whilst a doomsday threat causes emotions to run high and secrets to be spilled. Will they stop the unending threat of an apocalypse?

draco x hermione x theo !REVISIONE IN CORSO! QUESTA STORIA PARLA DI UNA RELAZIONE A TRE, SE NON TI FA SENTIRE A TUO AGIO NON LEGGERLA. Contrariamente a quanto affermava, non sentiva l'odore dell'erba, della nuova pergamena e del dentifricio alla menta. Una sbalorditiva fusione di confusione seguita da una realizzazione marginale, e poi la paura istantanea la fece arrossire così gravemente che la stanza divenne sfocata ai margini della sua vista mentre soffocava la bugia. Era vecchia pergamena contenuta nella sezione ristretta, mele verdi aspre e qualcosa di piccante - non cannella, chiodi di garofano? - che indugiava nelle sue narici. Era stordita, le sue palpebre si abbassavano pesantemente, anche se una piccola parte del suo cervello urlava quanto fosse sbagliato. Una parte più ampia e rumorosa di lei respingeva la vergogna a favore di istinti più bassi. Quegli istinti si attenuarono e si dissiparono e la vergogna si affollò man mano che si allontanava dal profumo delicato e inconfondibile che si diffondeva dal calderone. QUESTA STORIA È UNA TRADUZIONE ED APPARTIENE A INLOVEWITHFOREVER. copertina alek.dar

I suck at making descriptions so please enjoy my first Tadashi Hamada one shots! :) —ChinitaPlease Warning: Get ready for a nosebleed! Or a major fangasm xD