" If you don't remember it, did it really happen at all? " - undergoing heavy editing

Following a massive discovery at work, Mila, a brilliant historian, finds herself tangled up with a dashing collector, Ulrik, who quickly seems to want more from her than an antique and mysterious Viking sword. Season 1 of The Collector ***** When she's offered the opportunity to curate an entire exhibit, Mila Connelly chooses to make it about Haakon Odinson, a legendary Viking she's been obsessed with her whole life. And when his sword falls into her lap after being missing for over a millennium, she takes it as a sign. But before she can uncover its secrets, a benefactor swoops in, dead-set on taking Haakon's blade for himself. No matter how handsome and mysterious Ulrik Westergaard is, Mila refuses to let him have it for his private collection. However, Ulrik's determination is stronger than she thought, and his charm seems more than capable of chipping away at her resolve. Despite the intense rivalry, their attraction to one another grows with each of their interactions. Eventually, their interests shift away from the relic, and it becomes a matter of time before one of them breaks. But who will surrender first? The devoted historian who has waited her entire life for this opportunity, or the spoiled millionaire who has spent years looking for the artifact? WARNING: This story contains mature themes and strong language that may not be suitable for some readers.

Strangers to Lovers type of story. Has some writing that could be NSFW, but it's mostly about two idiots who love to playfully bicker creating sexual tensions that become too overwhelming to handle.

College AU (a/b/o dynamics) Porn with plot. Falling in love wasn't easy, let alone finding someone to fall in love with. But Harry, an omega attending school for the first time, was determined to. He had been sheltered for so long, it was time to meet the world, his mate, his one true love. But who's that quiet yet captivating male he's sharing a dorm room with? And why can't Harry get him out of his mind? Or: Just a cute and sweet story about how Harry fell in love with Tom Riddle. (Beware of some shameless smut tho) (No non-consensual sex in any shape, way or form I promise) ===== Harry almost whimpered when he heard Tom's voice, the deep and smooth baritone of it sending jolts of electricity down his spine, and he unconsciously squeezes his legs together. A waft of aroma invaded Harry's nose, and suddenly, all he could smell was the sweet sweet Alpha fragrance that was Tom's. It consisted of cinnamon rolls mixed with a tint of charcoal flames, the heavenly scent of it only made Harry want to bury his face directly into Tom's scent gland and take a good whiff of it more. It was unlike any other Alpha's scent he had ever smelt before, as they only made Harry nothing but nervous, and to be honest, it was more of a stench. But this, Tom's, made Harry felt safe, content, the butterflies in his stomach fluttering their wings wildly. ===== "Please. I need you, Alpha."