COMPLETED: Logan Kingston is convinced he's done playing hockey. After all, he's got about nine broken bones, from his pinky toe to his pelvis. He's trying so hard to rest and follow doctor's orders, but it's a lot harder than it looks. The pain just doesn't seem to getting better, and all he can do is think about hockey-and the gorgeous woman living under his roof. Dr. Lillian West normally doesn't treat hockey players. Her dad coaches the San Fransisco Wave, so she knows all about hockey players-and why she should avoid them. But she can't pass up an offer that's triple her yearly salary, and besides, it's just until he heals. After all, Logan is strictly her patient. Nothing more. But oh, how she loves wearing his jersey... Note: This story hasn't been finished before publishing. Also there is/will be very some steamier moments, but no spice! P.S. I'm working on a second story with these characters so stay tuned! Highest Rankings: #3 in Nurse (12/31/2023) #1 in Goal (02/12/2025) #1 in Injury (03/16/2024) #2 in Clean (03/14/2024) #1 in Icehockey (03/16/2025) #2 in Sports (04/11/2024) #1 in Puck (02/12/2025) #3 in NHL (05/01/2024) #1 in Hockeyromance (06/19/2024) #1 in Meetcute (02/12/2025) #1 in Forcedproximity (02/25/2025) #1 in Cleanromance (03/16/2025) #1 in Hockey (04/08/2025) #3 in Athlete (06/18/2025)

Emriana travels to the Kingdom of Ekudal to sell her paintings but gets more than she bargained for when she catches the eyes of the triplets Princes of Ekudal known for being heartless cold-blooded murderers. But here's the catch, she doesn't realize who they are...

"What are you?" the older man questioned, his voice a chilling blend of authority and amusement, like a knife wrapped in silk. "Your wife," I replied softly, my tone laced with the submission he seemed to crave. "No," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, the words a dark caress that sent shivers through me. "You are my doll, milaya." He towered over me, his intimidating presence both suffocating and intoxicating. The nickname, spoken in that deep, accented voice, wrapped around me like a chain I couldn't help but love. "You are the only woman who is allowed to warm my bed at night," he said, his voice a dark melody, smooth but unnerving. "The only woman who's allowed to step into my office and bend over my desk, waiting for me to come home so I can fuck you." A cold, low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound as sinister as it was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine. ♡ Dimitri Mikhailov, the russian mobster. His presence filled the room like a storm. He didn't have to move or speak to dominate the room. Broad-shouldered and imposing, his scarred face told a thousand stories that he'd never waste words on. He was my husband and I was his precious doll.

He built a fortress around his heart. She brought a wrecking ball and a secret. Elias Thorne is a mystery in Oakhaven, A solitary figure and the owner of a successful tattoo franchise, his wealth is as carefully guarded as his silence. He is the quiet grump the whole town wants to decipher, but no one ever gets close. Elias likes his life neat, organized, and utterly empty of anything that could remind him of love and loss. Then June Hayes arrives. Burnt out from the new york art scene and pregnant via a donor, June is determined to create a peaceful, new life for herself and her baby. To the locals, she's just a sweet, new artist. They have no idea she's also viral sensation with over a million followers who sells her work to the A-list. June sees Elias's grumpy exterior and smiles. She needs a friend, and she has decided the broody, ball cap wearing man (no seriously I never see him without a hat on - June) across the street is it. She invades his quiet space showing up at the inkwell every Tuesday and spending the day, sharing her music, and poking at his meticulous order. Elias fights it all, clenching his jaw and pulling his cap low to hide the truth: he fell for the Wildflower the minute she crashed into his life. As June begins posting subtle, faceless photos of him, their reluctant friendship turns into an online viral romance that threatens to expose both of their secrets. How do you guard a heart that already belongs to a Wildflower, a baby, and a life you swore you'd never have? And what happens when the most careful grump in Oakhaven blurts out, "That's my wife," just to stay by her side? Tropes: - Grumpy x Sunshine - He Falls First - Protective - Pregnancy - Small Town - Forced Friends - Friends to lovers - Secret Identity CAN BE READ AS A STANDALONE AND NEEDS EDITING

The cold man fell in love with the kind girl because he knew that she deserved the world and that he wanted to be the one who gave it to her. ♡ Alette Faye was a sweet girl. She was exceptionally kind and had an air of simplicity. Between her part-time job at the bakery, her classes, her time spent tending to her flowers and walking in the fields, she didn't get the opportunity to experience much. Her past created fears in her that she seemingly couldn't overcome, and then she met him. For when she meets him, she should have run away in fear, but she stayed. She stayed and she opened her big heart for a man who found his heart, just for her. ♡ This story is a little cliché, a lot unedited, and super simple.

He was never meant to be seen. A shadow-born weapon forged in Cadmus's deepest labs-Project Obsidian, codename: Phantom-was designed to kill, vanish, and obey. But when a covert experiment collapses and the Team stumbles upon him during their own escape, everything changes. Phantom is unleashed. What follows is chaos: near-death for the Team, intervention by the Justice League, and a secret buried beneath the surface of Mount Justice. Now housed in containment, Phantom is no longer a ghost in the system-he's a wildcard under watch. Trained by Deathstroke. Engineered for perfect assassination. Haunted by his own shadow. Martian Manhunter senses something buried deeper: a fractured mind behind the mask, a voice still fighting beneath the silence. While Batman sees a threat, and Wonder Woman sees a weapon with potential, J'onn J'onzz sees a soul in need of rescue. Slowly, he begins to reach the part of Phantom that was never meant to survive. Meanwhile, Zatanna, the magician-in-training, refuses to look away. Where others see danger, she sees choice. Where others retreat, she moves closer. As Phantom is pulled into the Team's orbit-reluctantly, violently, and painfully-he faces an impossible path: Remain the tool they made him to be. Or become the protector he was never allowed to imagine. Even shadows can choose what they stand for. Even ghosts can learn to live. Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, settings, or story elements from Young Justice, DC Comics, or the wider DC Universe. All rights to those properties are fully reserved to Warner Bros., DC Entertainment, and their respective creators. This work is a non-commercial fanfiction written purely for entertainment and tribute. The only original content belongs to me, including the character of Kade Mercer and other original characters or interpretations not found in official canon.

"Chess doesn't drive people mad, it keeps mad people sane." - Bill Hartston. Jake Wilson was once a normal kid. He lived with his parents, went to school, had friends, hobbies, dreams... He loved living in a world where superheroes existed. He thought that if people like Superman, Wonder Woman, Flash or Batman were around, no harm would come to his family. Such a naive kid Jake Wilson was.

when superman unexpectedly visits a school to teach the kids about hope and responsibility, the last thing he expects is to fall for the kindergarten teacher. ⋆˚࿔ ⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ✮⋆˙ ⋆˚꩜｡ ٠࣪⭑ ˚₊⊹ ˖°.࿔*:･⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ִ ࣪𖤐. ݁ lottie bailey is the epitome of a hopeless romantic. She reads austen novels voraciously, she's watched every romcom ever made, her favourite movie is pride and prejudice. Yet, she has no luck with love. That is, until superman waltzes into her classroom and takes an interest in her.

Vincent was never meant to return to Gotham. Once trained by Alfred Pennyworth and raised with quiet discipline in Wayne Manor, Vincent left home and built a career in the Special Forces. But after five long years missing in action, he's back-older, quieter, and not quite the same man he was. He didn't expect Alfred to still be waiting. He really didn't expect to find out that Bruce Wayne is Batman-or that the Wayne household is now full of costumed vigilantes who bicker over breakfast while fighting crime by night. Now surrounded by capes, chaos, and found family, Vincent has to learn how to live again-one mission, one awkward meal, and one bruised rib at a time. Because in Gotham, the line between battlefield and home is thinner than he ever imagined. Disclaimer: This is a non-commercial fan work based on characters and settings owned by DC Comics and Warner Bros. No copyright infringement intended.

A sequel to Bullies and a series of adorable fluffy one-shots of Daddybats and his precious little one. Enjoy and feel the fluff!