Werewolves are real. Big deal. If NYPD detective Maverick Carson is being honest, he's always been more of a cat person. As part of a new expansion project, however, the 11th precinct is getting its first lycanthrope officer - an intimidating presence by the name of Emery Faustine. And, by some cruel twist of fate, Maverick is assigned to be his partner. The two hotshots are fire and ice. Night and day. Sworn enemies from the moment they meet, until a serial killer begins to ravage the streets of New York City, and Maverick and Emery must force their rivalry aside to stop the gruesome killings at whatever cost. Meanwhile, Maverick wonders if there's something more to Emery than just the creature he becomes every full moon. As he contemplates his partner's humanity, he wonders, too, if there could be something more to their partnership. With the case coming to a head between them, hidden secrets - and feelings - threaten to be revealed. Maverick must decide: is Emery human, or just a wolf parading as one? And, more importantly, can he learn to trust the werewolf, even if it means risking his own life? Highest Rankings: #1 in LGBT #1 in Magical Realism #1 in Mystery/Romance #1 in New Author

NB!READER X RAPHAEL You were just trying to survive in a world that had been nothing but cruel to you. Mutant turtles got in the fucking way of that. (Bayverse 2/5)

❝They used to say repeated dreams were a sign your soulmate needed your help. Do our soulmates need us?❞ ❝You're just quoting Gran Gran,❞ Sokka grumbles. ❝We don't have soulmates.❞ ❝But what if we do?❞ Sokka turns his head to where the slit in the tent has parted open from the wind, allowing him to see where a campfire is burning outside. He has nightmares of a mother he's never met leaving, of a weight of failure so deep in his chest he can't breathe, of pain ripping across his eye, burning its permanent mark into his skull. Katara has nightmares of drowning underwater- encasing herself in ice for a lonely eternity. They aren't real. They don't come from soulmates. Sokka and Katara are just unlucky.

You are the spymaster to the King of all Kings, and the power that hides in his shadow. You have taught him, protected him, and suffered seven years of pain at his hands; despite the scars he inflicted, you remained his shield in the dark. Warding off his enemies and stoically, irrivocably loyal to the man behind the throne. When his behavior toward you rapidly changes, you are left to rediscover the man you knew all those years ago and rekindle the tension you had never once acted upon while in battle. Even if he is no longer a man at all. (This is a reader insert in what I would like to call the badass royalty vein of fantasy. Also posted on AO3 ).

" 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 " ➳ IN WHICH jordan davis runs away from his shitty home in the city and finds himself in hawkins - alone, frustrated and falling desperately in love with someone he shouldn't be ➳ " 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗, 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗 " ➳ ( spin-off to basket case) ( stranger things season 1 - 3 ) ( billy hargrove x male!oc )

By the twentieth time Geralt has gone through the loop, he decides to just throw himself off the cliff's edge after Borch. He wakes up to his twenty-first attempt.

Jaskier didn't want to marry just any noblewoman--no matter how comely she may be--he wanted adventure and many loves, but most importantly his biggest, greatest love of all. He is not expecting that love to be in the form of a brooding stranger sitting at the back of a tavern. In one instant his breath catches in his throat at the beauty of the man before him and in the next, there's a burning sensation on the bottom of his heel as his mark makes itself known. It's pain and pleasure knotted together, roses surrounded by thorns. (Cover art commissioned from https://wannastayugly.tumblr.com/)

Topher was a survivor, until he wasn't. After a noble sacrifice, he's become what the scattered remains of humanity fears most: a zombie. But he may not stay that way. Humans are developing a cure, and Topher finds himself one of their unwitting test subjects. Coming back to life is not easy, and he may find things are not how he left them. ***In case you missed it in the title, this is a manxman story, so yes, there will be male humans engaging in relationships, just so that's clear.

The reaper of the apocalypse has been unwilling forced into the body of a scum prince destined for death. He decides, the best way to spend this new life is to live aimlessly and freely. A leisure life with no problems, here he comes! But of course, from the pages of the novel he read, the protagonist stares right at him. "Soren Rosenbaum," says the man, sword gleaming under the watchful sun. "Who the hell are you?" --- One sentence summery: In which a hippo (Raphael) and a sloth (Soren) bicker and find their salvation.

As an Alpha, Castiel is supposed to have his truemate's name appear as a tattoo on his chest on his birthday, the year they are going to meet. Fate was going to bring them together, for a whole year, so that the alpha could woo his omega. It was all going to be very magical and romantic, except for Castiel it (a) doesn't happen until he's freaking 40, (b) happens with a strangely behaving jogger in Central Park and (c) he ends up with the name of Dean Winchester, movie action hero, on his chest. Dean only ever plays alphas, he lives in Hollywood, he has no interest in dating small town cops right? So Castiel should just give up his claim right? Fandom: Supernatural Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchesterpast Balthazar/Gabriel Characters: CastielDean WinchesterSam WinchesterCharlie BradburyGabrielBalthazarClaireKaiaDonna HanscumAmara Additional Tags: OmegaverseAlpha CasOmega Deancloseted omega DeanMovie Star DeanPoliceman Casdom CasSub Deandom sub overtonesFluffPiningromance tropesRom com tropesSoulmate AUsoulmate tattooTrue MatesHappy Ending This fic is now complete :)