"What's wrong?" Blaine asks, then, attempting to be soothing. "Twenty minutes, Blaine," he almost squeaks out. "Twenty minutes. We need to get changed and we— oh God, dad. Someone needs to tell him before we give him a heart attack, and he's officiating—" "Oh," Brittany interrupts him then, "Burt knows." Kurt stops pacing and just gapes at Brittany.

"I didn't know Lance was..." "Bi?" Hunk supplied. "Ready to jump anyone sentient and willing?" Pidge offered. "Yeah, let's go with bi," Hunk says. (Or: the one where Lance is a Bisexual Intergalactic Flirt, and Keith discovers he has feelings about this.)

"You," Lance starts, pointing at him (and Keith notices that for all he's made fun of him for the last forever for them, he's wearing his fingerless gloves), "are not screwing up my skincare routine, man." (AKA: the one where Keith and Lance switch bodies.)

Kenma's third year. Or part of it.

Yamaguchi has taken to telling Kei things about his day while Kei has headphones on. This makes Kei feel... a certain way.

He feeds Taiga the strawberry from his own slice, and when Taiga somehow manages to get icing all over his upper lip and nose, it just comes out: "Let's have a baby, Taiga-kun."

"Kagami-kun," Kuroko interrupts him, and when Taiga looks back at him he's giving him those damned puppy eyes of his that Taiga's so utterly weak to, "please be kind to our puppy."

"Huh?" He rearranged Dea, who was kind of slipping to the side; it made him the tiniest bit nervous, so he held her with both hands, one on her back and one on her diapered butt. She was so small that his hands were practically overlapping. "Our fence. It isn't white," Derek said. "Of course you'd focus on that, you dork."

Stiles is freezing cold, his fingers are stiff in Derek's hands, his cheekbones have dots of red, but the rest of his face is pale; his lips look alarmingly blue and they tremble when Stiles attempts to speak. His teeth chatter, his words are slurred.

"So you thought getting a fake boyfriend was the perfect solution." Stiles scrunches his nose at him. "When you say it like that it sounds like a terrible idea." Derek doesn't say a thing, just looks at Stiles. "He was supposed to back off, okay? Like a 'yay, Stiles finally found someone desperate enough to date his sorry ass, I can finally retire from the matchmaking business."

"So this is," Stiles starts, and pauses to squint his eyes and lick at his lips before going on, "a bit weird." "You look like a lizard when you do that," Derek replies, putting a finger on Stiles' bottom lip and dragging it down, all uncoordinated and glassy eyed. "It's cute. You are cute."

"Just stay still." Derek says, almost snarling, teeth elongated into pointy fangs. "I can control it." Stiles shudders as Derek rests his face on his chest, clawed hands coming up to grip his sides; he can hear Derek's agitated breathing, can feel the way he's pressing Stiles harder, harder, against the wall.

"And what would you know about fairytales?" Derek replies, lips brushing against Stiles' shoulder and sending chills down to his very toes. He hums and puts one of his hands on the back of Derek's head, rubs there for a while, fingers going through the soft hair as Derek leans back into the touch. "What do I-? Please. You and me? We are pure fairytale material, buddy."

"What do you mean she turned up out of nowhere?" Derek asks, frowning at him, hand twitching above the baby's head, as if he wasn't sure touching her wouldn't make her disintegrate into nothingness. Stiles rolls eyes at him and bounces on the balls of his feet when the baby squirms. "Exactly what I'm sayin', big guy. She just appeared on my bed. Onesie and diaper and all."

Their first time is... chaotic. Not a disaster, okay? Allison knows disasters, had Johnny Wilson (aka Braceface Johnny) try to go down on her once in San Fran when they were going out. That had been kind of a disaster (not that anything had happened, they'd just gotten sort of freaked out about it and after calming down they'd decided to just watch a movie instead). This is messy.

Stiles is different. Stiles is not nice under any definition of the word, he's such an asshole. Sure, he's a good guy deep down, but he's so- "Fuck off, Derek." Stiles tells him without sparing him a glance when Derek sits next to him on chemistry. "I'm not up to play She's All That with you, dude." -yeah. (School crushes are so complicated.)

"Mamá," she encourages him, all smiles as she lets him wrap his hand around two of her fingers while they wait for the food to warm up. "Mamá." "pbbbbbttt," Scott spits out, bubbly and happy, melting Melissa from the inside out.

Stiles sits on the bed next to him and picks on a loose thread on his pajama pants. Waits a few seconds and then says, "None of this was your fault, Scott." "I know," Scott agrees, but Stiles hears 'I should've done more'. And it's bullshit. "That's bullshit, man," Stiles spits out, and looks at Scott with hard eyes.

"So, the word's on the streets that you're some sexy polyglot," Stiles says, wiggling his eyebrows annoyingly before he slumps on the couch next to him and puts his feet on Derek's coffee table, limbs akimbo, loose and long. "Sexy polyglot," Derek repeats, raising an eyebrow, and pushing Stiles' feet off the table with his own. "Yeah, you know, sexy man of many languages."

"Yo, Derek, you coming?" Stiles asks, then, turning a little to look at him with raised eyebrows. Derek says yeah, low and kind of unpleasant, and then takes a step towards him and- —fucking trips. Over nothing.

Derek's hands are soft and unsure at first, fitting over his hips like he's afraid Stiles will break (him). He huffs, puts his own hands on Derek's neck and draws him in, bites his lip and soothes it with his tongue, teasing; he locks eyes with Derek and breathes out, "just fucking touch me."

Derek makes a lot of noise in bed. He gasps and curses, and he tells Stiles he'll kill him if he doesn't stop teasing, tells him that he better do something right now, or he'll get bored and leave.

Derek knows Stiles to an extent. He knows how he likes his coffee, and what college courses he's taking, knows he likes sugary drinks and that he abuses straws between his lips, knows the exact crease of his brow when he's focusing on something. Derek's kind of- "A stalker." Erica says, pushing him aside to get to the bagels' showcase.

They are in Santa Rosa when he gets the first text. 'im sorry'. Derek stares at it for what feels like a minute but is probably twenty seconds. Still excessive. The phone beeps again. 'for the Kate thing i mean. i'm sorry for bringing it up and rubbing your face in it'

Stiles barges into the room, hair disheveled and cheeks flushed, mouth open. Cora lifts an eyebrow at him. "Do you mind?" She asks, fighting her own amusement. "Do I-" That's when he looks down, takes on her current state of undress, turns around and practically breaks his nose by bumping against the door facefirst. "Fu-"

Erica will stretch like a feline, put her hands right on the center of Allison's back and push a bit, so Allison will stop pretending to sleep and just hug her, bury her face in Erica's huge hair (it's always huge in the mornings, all over the place. Her bedhead is the stuff of legends) and mumble good morning. "Good morning." She'll answer then, voice raspy.

By week two, Stiles starts feeling like they are heading somewhere and Allison mostly feels that working with him is somehow liberating. Stiles tells her, "that's because you like having a free pass to beat me up." It's mostly humorous, but Allison doesn't deny it. - Or: Stiles gets some training from Allison, who is generally a queen, and they become bros. -STEREK-

"You have to merge the two sides together, Stiles. Through mating. Sexual magic is second in power only to blood magic." "With each other?" He inquires; and although hello there alone time material for the rest of eternity, the issue still stands that "They kind of can't tolerate each other? Or at least Other!Derek doesn't tolerate regular Derek."

"What do you want me to do?" He asks. Stiles swallows nervously, and it briefly brings Derek back to the first time they did this, when Stiles blurted out "whatever you want to? I'm really not sure what I'm supposed to say here", not fully understanding what Derek wanted from him -to obey, to be of use-.

"Well, this is... an interesting development." "I, uh, well, I... It's really not what it looks like?" And it isn't. Probably. Because what this ultimately looks like is like they are on a date- Derek and him. And, well, that's... "It is," Derek says then. That's apparently exactly what this is.

-fem!Derek/fem!Stiles- ¿Es que en una vida pasada ha sido... No sé, asesina ocasional de animalitos indefensos o alguna hijoputez de ese calibre? Porque es lo único que se le ocurre para que el karma le siga haciendo éstas cosas.

(ScottStilesAllison, polyamory.) There are few things that can catch her off guard. Few and far in between. This is one of those things.

"Do you really think we'd be good together?" Stiles says, out of nowhere, eyes faintly narrowed, nose scrunched."Like, honestly? Because everyone goes on and on about it, and I think-" "Does this look like a good time to be thinking about that?" "Well, excuse me. Let's talk about this the next time we get together for tea and cookies, shall we?"

"D'you know what feels amazing when you're sick?" He exclaims, taking Derek's empty soup bowl from his shaky grip. "A bullet through the brain?" "What? No. What the fuck, Derek. Way to be drastic." He rolls his eyes at him, putting the bowl on his bedside table. "A sponge bath. I was going to say a sponge bath."

-Pre-slash- Lydia's text says, 'oops, I may have bewitched the Alpha for being a jerk'. Which he thinks, upon arriving to Derek's house (Lydia already gone with the wind) and taking a look at the situation, is a bit of an understatement and a clear underestimation of the situation. 'Lydia, WTF. At least tell me you know how to reverse it.'

They have sex as soon as they are alone after Jackson is saved and finally turns into a werewolf. They maybe shouldn't, but they are themselves still, messy and mostly fucked up teenagers in abnormal circumstances, hanging on without enough words for these many feelings and pains and relief.

He withholds information, and he is wrong to do so. He always is when he takes that route, he's taken it often enough to know . Especially when it regards Stiles, who doesn't have the organic predisposition to submit inside him. He's wrong, and as a result to his basic mistake, Stiles chooses to disobey. And gets taken by the Queen of All. He should've seen that one coming.

One thing is for certain: Derek has never hated himself more than he does right now. Not even after Kate and the fire, because even then he'd been just a stupid kid played by someone older, more dangerous. Right now he isn't a kid making bad decisions. Right now he is the older and more dangerous in the equation. That's where he fits.

The first time Dr. Moore broaches the subject of pills and prescriptions and this one condition called ADHD and the sporadic panic attacks he still gets and the very first symptoms of what could be heading into depression territory, he shakes his head no. Stays stubborn. Says, "no, dude. I'm not fu- not wrong enough to need pills. You know that."

Derek uses his eyes. Looks at him with this all consuming heat that makes him want to do stupid things, and he goes quiet. No words, no violence, no other means. He'd feel pathetic, if he didn't like it so much, if it wasn't so incredibly good to close his mouth for a few minutes and give his tongue a well deserved break.

Sabe que no es ni por asomo igual de bien parecido que Scott, Jackson, Derek, Boyd o Isaac. O los demás muchachos del equipo de lacrosse. No se siente feo no anda asutando a niños por ahí con su cara , pero sabe que su cuerpo es más delgado que el de los demás, y que su rostro todavía es aniñado y que sus facciones son más graciosas que atractivas. Aún así, quiere que lo miren.

"Is writing on people's skin a werewolf ritual of some sort? Because none of the lore I've found says anything about it." Derek looks at him with a blank expression. "Why are you asking?" "Your betas. They have developed the recent habit of using me as a canvas." That gets him a reaction from Derek's eyebrows. Which is as much response from Derek's face as one normally gets.

La primera señal es simplemente Stiles. Stiles y el joderjoderjoder que suelta, en una exhalación temblorosa, corriendo al límite de sus habilidades meramente humanas; justo en ése momento Derek piensa que nunca antes le había oído insultar de esa manera tan sentida y vehemente.

-Implied DerekStiles- He sees things, he's got eyes. He notices how they never stop touching him. They let hands rest a touch too long, let legs press together with his under the tables; there's a lot of it. A lot of skin on skin that isn't subtle and isn't something he can quite understand. Not that he's implying anything about Stilinski.

One-sided StilesIsaac and StilesErica- For Isaac, it's Genim's smile. Because it's so big, so bright, so incredibly warm. So real, for a façade. For Erica, the way he hugs her. The way he talks all rushed to Lucy, the nurse, explaining with tidal waves of gestures how okay he is with droppy eyelids, with purple bruises under his eyes; with mangled words .

At first Derek sees the nuances through his own power, through his own changes. Through the understanding of blood running in his veins. When he is with Stiles, every single hair on his body will stand on end. Instinct will take over, chant power and threat, claim, claim now; a steady and deafening thrumming under his skin, to the very tips of his nails.

"Have you ever heard about payback. Derek? You probably have. Well," He says, voice already a wavering wreck. His hand goes for his clothed erection, heel pressing down. He sighs, then moans at the sensation of the zipper digging in. "Payback's a bitch, Derek."

Laura Hale is probably the nicest person Stiles' ever talked to. She's also very, very dead. "I'm, uh, incredibly sorry about digging up your body." Laura, ethereal looking and sitting on a chair of thin air, smiles at him."Oh, don't worry. A guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do."

Seeing twenty four year old Derek smile is terrifying, pretty much. He has only witnessed such a thing a handful of times, and it always feels a little weird. Like the smiles get torn straight out of Derek's soul in a hurtful way. Fifteen year old Derek does it all the time, though, with surprising ease. -Or, the one where Derek gets hit by a spell and is suddenly fifteen again.-

All things considered Stiles is willing to admit that as far as revenges go, Derek's deserves an enthusiastic A.

The thing rubs all over Stiles, getting its scent all over him, and the kid looks like Christmas' come early. It's stupid. The ball of fur is stupid. And Stiles is stupid for picking it up.

"Mine." He snarls, feral, stripped from his humanity. WARNING: Watersports.

"Oh God. I'm about to get married at the age of seventeen." Seventeen and married, he thinks. As opposed to Sixteen and pregnant.

... his pound of flesh. The first bruise is from a playful shove delivered by Scott. It rests just underneath his last left rib, yellowing with time. The flesh there feels tender to his touch, even though it doesn't outright hurt. When he takes his shirt off for lacrosse practice the first time after that he is self conscious. What if somebody notices? What if they bring it up?

Jackson doesn't expect it. When he says 'you'd've sucked at being a guy, Lydia', it's more to rile her up than anything else; no matter how much he loves her she still gets on his nerves. Even more so, now that she's pack and can easily sense all sorts of discomfort from him.

Stiles wakes up to pain the likes he's never felt before and to the warmth of a hand laying lovingly on his forehead and a pair of lips resting on his cheek. It feels like his mother, but realism bites him on the ass reminding him that it can't be, that his mother's dead.

-Derek/Stiles, re-uploaded- It all probably starts when he makes Lydia stop peer pressuring the girl from getting a new haircut that she clearly doesn't want to get. Lydia narrows her eyes at him, all pissed off goddess. The look Heather gives him, however, makes the death glares bearable.

-AU, Remus/Sirius- Feathers are quite romantic. But they only exist out of God's love for senseless beauty. Feathers are white on them, meant to verify their purity, to proudly announce it to everyone lucky enough to catch the glimpse of an angel.

-AU, Charles/Jay- Maybe he's lived forever. Maybe everyone else appeared after him. He moves on from that, too. Thinking about the hows and whys and since whens gives him headaches.

-Sequel to Sit Down and Take in the Clichés- Now that he's given in to his throbbing urges, there's no way back. There's no way that he can go and have somebody else when he's sunken his teeth on Kurt's perfect pale throat.

-Brittany/Kurt, Puck/Kurt, Brittany/Santana- ...She just faces that this is what she knew would happen someday. That this is the guy that will take Kurt away, make him indifferent to any other advances, make him a brand new human being.

-CRACK.- Brittany sprains one of her ankles while pulling a crazy stunt for a choreography. She gets whiny, depressed, and generally? More than bringing them all down, it's making them all slightly homicidal.

-Rachel/Kurt/Finn- He gets too upset, sometimes. So upset that he will just... Just revert. His mind will trap itself inside giant childhood playgrounds for a day or two, surrounded by curative memories of better places and days.

Katherine knows that she's dying way befote she's diagnosed. She feels it. Feels the way her body is fighting a losing battle against an invisible enemy. It sounds stupid even to her own ears, so she doesn't talk to Burt about it. She prays.

-future!fic, Puck/Kurt- ...He trusts Kurt. Really, he does. So it's not really about trust or suspicion, or anything stupid like that. It's more about himself. About his own many failings as a person.

-One-sided Kurtofsky and Brittana- Society is sick. Sick and full of double standards: it's okay to be who you are. You've gotta change or people won't like you. Do this. Don't do it. Be this. Be something else.

-Puck/Kurt, mild AU- So, yeah. He's a vampire. With fangs. And super-strength. And, also, a steady pulse and the need to breathe and, like, eat -which makes him think that as far as vampires go, he's kind of weird-.

-Sam/Kurt- She never answers. And he spends the rest of the night explaining to the anxious little boy inside of him that nothing is wrong, that he's not hiding anything, that he's got to sleep, and that no, he can't have some Häagen Dazs.

-Puck/Kurt undertones, sequel to "With a Sense of Deep Peace"- ...Sarah Puckerman is turning fifteen -though she still feels mostly like a little girl-, and it's raining outside. But it doesn't feel oppressive, it feels like a sweet reminder.

-Puck/Kurt- ...It would've been 'I kind of love you'. It's been 'I kind of love you' for a few months now, which is dangerous, stupid, reckless, and makes all his muscles constrict in protest at how bad this is.

-Kurt/Blaine- ...The text comes from someone called Rachel. It's well written, spelled carefully, full words, and properly used punctuation marks. It says: 'You should call Kurt's father. Something's happened. Try to do it as soon as possible'.

-Gen, implied Brittany/Santana- ...Most nights she works around the nightmares; if she didn't, she wouldn't sleep at all. She puts her iPod on its deck and plays the same song over and over, until she can't remember the lyrics anymore.

-Puck/Kurt, Kurt/Blaine- The critical point is reached by a half past ten, when a drunken Kurt sits himself on the hobbit's lap and says –louder than intended, probably- 'it's getting a little bit hot in here'. And then starts to undress.

-Santana/Brittany, Brittany/Artie- ...She's damaged. Broken. From the inside. And Brittany gets it, the same way she gets everything else. Everything rude, raw, dark; and even everything more than that. Just everything. And Santana loves her.

Respect. You really can't expect self-absorbed, toxic, moody teens who are corroded by their own forceful desires to show respect. But it is basic. Essential to life -basically essential to life-.

He lets curiosity get the best of him and procceeds to unfold one of the paper balls -a deep purple one that seems to be a crown to the whole arrangement-. It holds the following words: absence deterrent anxiety craving useless. This is not helping.

-Puck/Kurt, Kurt/Blaine- "Have sex with me." "What the hell, Hummel?" He looks away from Kurt's piercing blue eyes and trails everyone else's movements, just to be assured that no one has actually heard the guy's words.

The women in Kurt Hummel's life, through his eyes. He remembers the first time he ever held a woman's hand, ever kissed one, ever planned to marry one; the first time one left him, the first time he loved one.

-Puck/Kurt- They don't know how the notes go from playful and unobtrusive, to this. How they got from 'i like your shoelaces' to 'I want to devour you'. How coy turned to dangerous, how push came to shove. How there was nothing at first, but then... Then.

-Brittany/Santana, Brittany/Kurt- By the time Santana crawls under the door, Brittany has drawn two birds, three bunnies, four cats, and five ducks all around her with this one bright pink sharpie she always carries around.

-Slash, Puck/Kurt, onesided Sam/Kurt- ...He trusts Kurt's judgement. Or he does most of the time. But this thing with Puck? This thing with Puck is going to go awry. Puck's bound to pull a jerk move.

- Slash, Puck/Kurt- ...It would all be amazing, if only he could stop hating Quinn for being pregnant, and pretty, and perfect, and Puck's. And stop loving Puck, despite being Quinn's.

Crackfic!, YAOI:: SasuNaru, GaaraNaru, NejiNaru, otras.:: ...El Kyuubi regala un extraño don a Naruto que causa estragos en los shinobis de Konoha...

-SLASH,Puck/Kurt- They'll seize the moment the same way Puck seizes those milky shoulders he would love to bite until they bled for him; the exact same way that Kurt seizes Puck's arms, leaving half-moons all over that dark skin, scratching and bruising.

-SLASH, Puck/Kurt- He doesn't see Kurt coming. In the most literal sense. The day everything starts between them, they have the nastiest collision to end all collisions in the middle of a deserted hallway.

-SLASH, Puck/Kurt. Please read author notes- He's crude, and lewd, and makes as many disgusting double-entendres as he deems necessary. Hummel laughs at most of those things, and Puck is pretty sure that yes, he's screwed. But in the best possible way.

- Puck/Kurt undertones- ... Sarah Puckerman turns eleven one rainy day. She is torn between going to her brother's room and just fool around on his computer, or sit down on the living room's couch quietly until someone comes home.

-Finn/Rachel, sort of Finn/Kurt, Kurt/Blaine- ...Well, when it comes to Rachel he can make an effort and try to share Kurt. If only because he's also used to not wanting to share Rachel. And if that doesn't make much sense... well, whatever, he gets it.

-Slash, Sam/Kurt- ...Everyone else in school -including Santana- just resorts to Hummel, in an impressive variety of intonations that are not always flattering. The only one who actually calls him Kurt is Sam Evans.

- Pre-slash, Puck/Kurt- ..They are close enough that Rachel comes to him when she's angsting over Finn -there's no such thing as a together forever-, and Puck goes to her when the Kurt stuff gets too heavy.

-Puckurt, pre-slash- ...Three weeks. New Directions practices for regionals; Rachel sings like an angel, being succesfully annoying and moving at the same time; Finn manages; he sings an array of songs that make him sound sick, stricken, and thoughtful.

-Slash, Draco/Harry- Ten drabbles based on ten songs. "One, two, three. The times Malfoy licks his lips while looking at Harry, across the classroom. One, two, three. The times Harry squirms in his seat, under the blond's hungry and cruel gaze."

-Pre-slash, set during 2X09- ..."Yeah. We just miss you, dude." There, there, he can see it. Kurt's eyes kind of widen, and his expression crumbles for a second, and with the same unsteady voice he says: "I miss you all, too." And "I really got to go."

-Gen,amistad HummelBerry- ...Kurt había tenido un mal día, y aquello que menos necesitaba era estar a solas con Rachel Berry, de entre todas las personas de McKinley High.

::SLASH, AS/S:: ... "¡Scorpius! ¿Acaso no te preocupa?" "¿Debería?" "Pues... Supongo que yo estaría preocupado." "Oh, Potter, tranquilo. Nadie está hablando de tu homosexualidad a tus espaldas."

::Roy/Riza, serie de drabbles:: ... La primera vez le temblaron las manos. Pero aún así acertó al blanco perfectamente, como si hubiese tenido toda la seguridad del mundo. Luego de eso, se lavó obsesivamente las manos, decenas, centenas de veces.

-GEN- ...Hay muchas cosas de Kaoru que nadie sabe, y algunas, probablemente, nadie las sabrá jamás. Cosas que ni siquiera Hikaru -hermano, compañero, sombra- sabe.

TRADUCCIÓN- Puck/Kurt, crack. ...-Las cincuenta cosas que Puck ya no puede hacer. NUNCA. EN NINGÚN SITIO.

-SLASH, Drarry, LJ challenge- Diez drabbles, escritos pensando en diez canciones. "Una, dos, tres. Las veces que Malfoy se lame los labios mirando a Harry, a través del salón. Una, dos, tres. Las veces que Harry se retuerce en su banco, bajo su mirada."

-LJ challenge, SLASH, Drarry- Ten rather random drabbles about the relationship between Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter. "Dancing. Lights. Bodies moving, and rocking, and writhing. Smiles, drunken kisses."

-SLASH, Chyan.- "¿Ryan?" "¿Sí? "¿Eres gay?" "¿Chad?" "¿Qué?" "¿Eres idiota?"

... obtiene lo que quiere. Esos son hechos.

Draco remembered pain, darkness, and a deep fear, running through him. He recalled the shadows they all walked around... An the faces, the faces wouldn't leave him.

-TRADUCCIÓN, drabble- ...Caderas, hombros, barbilla, sombrero. Retrato de Ryan Evans. Él jamás ha sido el favorito de papá.

-SLASH, Chyan- Sharpay y Chad tienen una pequeña conversación en el estudio de yoga de Lava Springs. "Creo que sabes el porqué de nuestra pequeña reunión, ¿verdad?" "¿Ryan?" "Exacto. Ryan Evans, mi hermano."

-SLASH, Chad/Ryan, drabbles series- There are so many things we stand just for love... Like that horrible PSS.

-One-sided Chyan and onesided Jelsi implied- Drabble. Six glimpses from the relationship shared between Ryan and Kelsi. “Because they are not in love with each other. But they are each other’s happy ending.”

-SLASH, slight crack, ClaudePeterNathan- He didn’t know why, but he found himself wishing Claude and Nathan to actually like, or at least stand each other. He just couldn’t find the idea of those two men hating each other’s guts appealing.

-SLASH, Petrellicest- There was something about Peter that always made him feel small in comparison. Something that had nothing to do with the amazing amount of power the seemingly frail body hid.

-SLASH, one-sided Tryan, Chyan- Troy wants to deny it and is, therefore, on denial. So says Gabriella. But there’s really nothing to deny. He can’t be in denial if there’s nothing to deny. Because he doesn’t like Ryan Evans one bit.

-Shounen ai, Hikaru/Kaoru/Kyouya- There they were, not even physically together, but still enjoying each other’s company. And there it was again. The chilling sensation that crept through his body when he saw them.

-SLASH, Chyan, ONE-SHOT- There were rules. Rules that shouldn't be broken. For example, Chad didn't pine for anyone... Especially not for gorgeous males. DoubleEspecially not for gorgeous blond males who were Ryan Evans.

-SLASH, Chyan- Taylor dumps him. In the “I love you, I know you love me, but let’s just call it quits because you love someone else even more.” way of dumping someone. Which isn’t cool. Not at all.

-TRADUCCIÓN, slash, SiriusRemus- ... "Creo que estoy enamorado, Moony... De ésa hoja."

-SLASH, Drarry. Fic para el juego "Parafilias".- ...Nafefilia: Excitación por tocar o ser tocado. -Harry tiene problemas con su compañero de misiones.

-Sharpay centric, minor slash- ...Sharpay lo odia, con toda el alma; es decir, todo lo que ve en él, le produce arcadas. En serio.

-SLASH, Drarry. Fic escrito para el juego "Parafilias"- ...Melolagnia Excitación sexual provocada por la música no necesariamente erótica .- Harry tiene una duda existencial...

-SLASH, Drarry. Fic escrito para el juego "Parafilias"- ...Hibristofilia: Excitación sexual al fantasear con tener relaciones con un violador... ¿Draco sabe dónde se pone el punto final en la depravación?

-Shounen ai, MatsudaLRaito- ...It was a mere wish, but whenever he saw the way L trusted Raito with every idea, with every new bit of information, he just wanted, wished to be the sandy haired teen.

-SLASH, AS/S- ...Scorpius llevaba tres años en el colegio de enseñanza mágica Hogwarts, y había virtualmente 3 cosas que arruinaban su existencia: Estar en Gryffindor ¡Él! , la clase de Pociones, y... Albus Severus Potter.

-SLASH, WillWarrenWill- ...Everyone knows it. It’s no secret. Magenta loves to watch. She loves to watch everything, everyone, and at any time.

-TRADUCCIÓN, SLASH, drarry- ...“¿‘Pero’? ¿Pero qué, Potter? Supongo que te crees demasiado heroico como para quedarte atrapado en un armario ¿Huh?”

-Shounen ai, MattMelloMatt- ...Matt se mantenía agnóstico, mientras Mello creía con la fuerza de los creyentes que sólo tienen a Dios.

SLASH, AlbusScorpius: ... Scorpius soliloquea: 'Aunque signifique perderme... Pégame, maltrátame, mátame.'

OneSided NaruHina: ...Hinata piensa, mientras su cuerpo está siendo destrozado por Neji... ‘¿Lo logré, Naruto? ¿Logré cambiar mi destino?’

SLASH: Albus/Scorpius ::: Son tan contrarios como el fuego y el hielo. Uno es compuesto, el otro visceral. Si uno fuera blanco, el otro sería, definitivamente, negro. Pero... A pesar de todo... ¿No es de común conocimiento que los opuestos se atraen?

SLASH, SasuNaru, onesided SaiNaru and NaruSaku:: Tres visiones distintas sobre la relación entre el enérgico rubio, y el atractivo moreno. Tres formas de sentir el amor, tres formas de perseguir un destino.

SLASH implicado, L/Raito:: Para ella, no habrá nunca nada peor que ser rechazada... Pero tras mucho darle vueltas al asunto... Quizá no sea tan malo, ¿verdad?

SHOUNEN AI, Raito/L/Raito Drabbles series. LAST CHAPTER: Yagami Raito wouldn't hit a girl... But this was war... ::Raito smiled a sadistic smile... 'Let the war begin... “Weddie-san"'::

TRADUCCIÓN. Shounen ai, ShikaNaru: ... Konoha los había apodado "Libra". De perfecto balance.

TRADUCCIÓN. NaruSasu, Shounen ai: ... Sasuke quiere que todos sepamos 20 cosas sobre su relación con Naruto.

TRADUCCIÓN. MoriHoney, shounen ai: ... ¿Cómo reacciona Honey ante la noticia de que Mori ha sido besado? ¡No! ¿Cómo reaccionará Mitsukuni?

Draco/Harry, slash. Fic de San Valentín... Después de años de pasar días de San Valentín acompañado sólo por su soledad, Harry empieza a pensar que quizá no está hecho para el amor... Tal vez Draco puedo hacerlo cambiar de parecer.

SasuNaru fluffy gags: ...Sasuke también piensa en las ventajas de su relación con el único e inigualable, Naruto Uzumaki. Su idiota. Secuela de Glad to be GAY

SasuNaru Fluffy gags: ...Naruto piensa en todas las cosas beneficiosas de ser “la pareja GAY del poderoso SASUKE UCHIHA”... Porque TIENE sus beneficios.

Oneside!SasuNaru: ...We’ve always been a love triangle of sorts. And a bizarre one, to that point. He’s in love with her, she’s in love with me, and I’m in love with him.

( ...got a rotten luck.) ¿Quién dijo que los Malfoy lo tienen todo?

YAOI. IoriKyo, un poco de BeniShingo. Benimaru decide ayudar a su amigo, llevándolo a un recital de Iori... ¿Darán fruto sus planes?

Hiei/Kurama- Kurama ODIA el 14 de febrero... Es el dia mas molesto del año.

HakuZabuza. They share a little moment under the sky...

YAOI. KuramaHiei. Desde la perspectiva de Kitajima. One Shot.

YAOI aclaración por demás estúpida XD. TohmaSuguru. OneShot. Puede Resultar ligeramente angsty. Simplemente lo que piensa Suguru.

RLSB, MPPW era- ¿Sabía él cuan sensual era su andar, cuan provocadora era su sonrisa gentil?