In the kingdom of Auradon... Far far away from the isle of the lost was not everything as perfect as it seemed. Where Princes and princesses lived happily ever after, was no place for the ones with. .. little quirks. The prince with an aversion to water and fondness of weed, wasn't exactly popular with his peers but that was also what made him oh so irresistible to the four villain kids from the Isle of the Lost. decendants 1-3, carlos x maleOC -paused for editing -

Una terrible noticia cambia la vida de Colin Bridgerton, al hacerle frente descubre que no puede hacerlo solo. Se da cuenta que ella siempre ha estado allí para él. Una historia Polin.

Abandonado por su madre al nacer, Vongola Primo le da a Tsuna recién nacido la oportunidad de vivir lejos de la mafia y de algún modo va a parar a la vida de Harry Potter, quien en medio de la guerra, en una huida por los horrocrux, empieza a tomar decisiones cuidadosas al tener en sus brazos la vida de un inocente. Sólo cosas buenas saldrán de esto. (Puede contener yaoi más adelante). [GiottoxHarry] Family/Drama

Agraciado, inteligente, sarcástico y un poco cínico. "Harry Potter, futuro antihéroe y amo del mundo". A veces, el destino que cargas en los hombros no es inevitable, pero Harry, terco como es, buscará la forma de sortearlo con ingenio e imaginación. Una historia donde la moral es una línea borrosa por ratos, donde pecar de inocente es posible y amores poco convencionales convergen. Todo, alrededor de Harry Potter, el niño que vivió para ser fabuloso. . . Fanfic slash. Tom Riddle/Harry Potter. Het. Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy.

Hannibal dió una, revisión a su obra, le faltaba la mujer y el niño, pero casi estaba lista, ella temblaba de terror y no se desmayaba solo por la fuerza de voluntad, giro directo a la alacena debajo de las escaleras, donde el aroma a sangre y polvo era intenso, abrió y encontró un pequeño de ojos esmeralda, el miedo y el rencor se reflejaba en esos enormes ojos, el niño de 6 años delgado y desnutrido, con enormes hematomas, su cabello azabache, le sonrió y tendió la mano, el la tomo sin importar que su "salvador" estuviera cubierto de sangre. La sangre de sus tíos. -Ahora señora Dursley, quiero su firma en el papel, el que está frente suya, si es tan amable-la mujer soltó lágrimas pero hizo lo que la bestia frente a ella le pidió.

Harry potter estaba loco, solo necesitabas pasar 5 minutos con él para darte cuenta. Demasiado trabajo fingí la normalidad Un capitulo Esta historia fue escrita por Nakisa en mundo yaoi, no tengo permiso para subirla a wattpad, por eso informo que si esta me contacta no tengo problema para eliminarla

Lee Hyukjae se está divorciando cuando un pasante de veintiún años entra a trabajar a su buffet. -¿Quién derramó el café sobre los contratos?- Grito Hyukjae al borde de un ataque de nervios. -El chico rubio.- Respondió su colega con una sonrisa divertida. #3 - eunhae 💙

What would happen if someone did check on Harry? Remus decides one day that he had to see his cub again, so on his 8th birthday goes to the Dursleys. But he isn't there. They search for three years, until finally he shows up in his first year. What happened to him? Where did he go? And why are the ghosts and elves scared of him? "The blood of a devil runs through you boy. My father will be so glad to hear that."

As a child, Harry knew he wasn't normal, and that no one would love him for it. He knew what he had to do. So, he become what they wanted him to be. He became: the doll the Dursley's needed the champion the wizards needed And the boy that everyone wanted him to be. But that might all change. Harrymort or Tomarry Warnings: - Mentions of DID (dissociative identify disorder) - Past abuse (I'll try to keep it to a minimun) - I think that's it, but if there is something I missed, list in comments I accept criticism with my grammar, cause I'm trash at it, and information because it's been while since I've been in the fandom. I know enough to get me through, but if miss inform something, shout it out. Updates will be, painstakingly, slow if you already know this. I apologize. I not very good at being consistent with writing, but I'll do better. Now my knowledge in metal disorders or illnesses are a bit rusty so I'm sorry if make any mistakes. For those that already this, sorry taking so long I'm adding this part in.

The adults of Wool's Orphanage were completely wrapped around Harrison Peverell's fingers. They cherished him, dotted on him, gave him extra of everything, even when the Orphanage already had so little. What they didn't know was that Harrison Peverell wasn't just a boy. He was a boy that got memories of his past life, everyday, through his dreams. Harrison Peverell was the Master of Death, only, he doesn't know until the day he remembers that he is, which is about 17 years into his second life. Death is patient with almost everything, but he desperately wants to meet his Master, face to face. So, turn that 17 years into 5 years. ¤¤¤¤¤ Tom Riddle, two years older than Harrison Peverell, was hated and feared at Wool's Orphanage. The only person that didn't hate or fear him was Harrison, who insisted on being called Harry. Tom didn't know what drew him to Harry, he didn't know why he was so fascinated by the way his jewel like eyes shined with a sharp cunning that no 5-year-old should have, so he avoided Harrison. He did this for a year, but Harry refused to be ignored. At age six, Harrison Peverell got the future Dark Lord wrapped tightly around his finger with a simple sentence. "If you are what is considered to be a freak, than I would rather be with you than be normal and accepted." ¤¤¤¤¤ This is a Tomarry Fanfic. It features boyxboy. Don't like, Don't read. Status: on-going Highest Rankings: #1 in wizards #2 in 1930s #1 in 1940s #2 in harrison #4 in darkharry #3 in hogwartsschoolofwitchcraftandwizardry #48 in tomriddle #6 in wizardingworld #3 in tomriddlelovestory #4 in tomarry #1 in masterofdeath #1 in tomxharry #1 in riddleera #1 in harrymort #1 in hp #1 in ww2 #4 in timetravel #3 in orphanage #10 in harrypotter #48 in hogwarts