Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov one shots. These are from my Ao3 account if you find them anywhere other than in this book or on Ao3: they've been stolen and are not the original work.

Falling into the Heated Rivalry rabbit hole was absolutely not on my 2025 bingo card-but a few Tarlos pages I follow on IG kept posting about Shane and Ilya, and well... here we are. I read Heated Rivalry and The Long Game in three days, loved them to pieces, and couldn't believe how similar the series feels to the actual content and emotional beats of the books. Please enjoy this collection of Hollanov one-shots-and if you have prompt requests, feel free to send them my way!

A one-shots with this couple. So you Malec lovers. Try this one out! [Most of the stories aren't mine.But people should read it.]

Oneshots that I've wanted to read but nobody I have read has done them. (If there is a tw I will make sure to put it at the top)

So, this is it. My first Kinktober. Prepared? Nope. Thought it through? Don't make me laugh. But apparently I thrive on questionable choices, so buckle up-we're in for chaos, smut, and me questioning every decision that led me here. Expect awkward moments, questionable plot twists, and a lot of me cackling at my own depravity. There will be feels, thrills, and probably too many coffee breaks while I try to justify why I'm writing some of this. Basically... welcome to the beautiful disaster that is my brain.

Magnus Bane was thirty-three, the world's first trillionaire, a man who had built an empire so vast it seemed to stretch across continents. He owned villas perched on cliffs, sprawling estates, penthouses with views of entire cities, fleets of cars and yachts, art collections, and companies whose influence dictated markets. He was brilliant, sharp-minded, and dangerously intelligent dominant by nature, short-tempered when tested, yet always fair in his own ruthless way. Handsome and magnetic, his body looked as though it had been carved by gods themselves. Magnus lived as men of his stature often did he indulged his appetites. Models, actresses, heiresses, socialites his bed was rarely cold. But for all his ruthlessness, he was not unkind. With the world he was merciless, yet with his family retired and peaceful in their Boston estate he remained a dutiful son. Discipline ruled his life. Each morning at precisely eight, he left his mansion flanked by bodyguards to command the empire he had built, Bane Enterprises. Alexander Lightwood was twenty-seven when he joined Bane Enterprises, a man brilliant in mind and beautiful in form. Tall and lean, with a sharp jawline and a complexion clear as glass, he carried himself with quiet dignity. The beloved son of Robert Lightwood, a retired surgeon, and Maryse Lightwood, a devoted mother, Alec had left his California home for Boston chasing new dreams. He wanted to learn, to grow, to make his mark and the greatest company in the world was his chosen stage. Magnus Bane who had ruled, conquered, and indulged without ever surrendering had fallen. Not gradually, not carefully, but completely. From the moment he saw Alec, he was lost. He tried to resist. He dated women, men, anyone who could distract him from the pull of that one man. But at the end of every night, his thoughts returned to Alec.

This is a compilation of Evan Buckley/Eddie Diaz fics from 9-1-1 on Fox. Hope you enjoy!

Mostly fluff, possibly angst. Cute 'n' cuddly i guess. I'm not good at smut so there ain't none of that. But if it's highly requested I guess I could try.

Buck is spiraling, he knows he is. "Spiral up," his therapist had been telling him. Yeah, sure, he could totally do that from his current position circling the drain. Or, TK, Carlos, and the rest of the 126 are in LA for a first responders convention where they get a chance to reunite with the 118 family. TK needs a coffee, Buck needs a hug, and everyone else really needs for TK and Buck to not get into trouble for once. Nobody wins. ‼️⚠️not my work all credit goes to dancer_me on AO3⚠️‼️

A lot of crossovers, a few weddings...