William Harrington has everything a college hockey captain should: control, discipline, and a plan for the NHL. Ethan Ward has a future at the same NHL team and a massive temper problem. When Ethan transfers to Will's team and moves into his off-campus house, the ice cracks fast. They can't agree on anything - practice, plays, or who used the last of the coffee. Their chemistry on the ice is electric. Off it? Volatile. But behind the fights and the frost, something warmer is starting to build. The only problem? Everyone's watching-scouts, reporters, teammates-and one wrong move could destroy both their futures. Enemies on the ice. Roommates at home. Something dangerous in between.

Grace Ashcroft, an FBI agent confronts her past and gets entangled in a very disturbing secret revolving her origin. Leon Kennedy, former Raccoon City Police officer, currently a member of DSO, Division of Security Officer, is searching for a cure to the T-Virus he got infected back in 1998. (Y/N), a mysterious individual who just happened to be there. Or did he? This is my official Resident Evil 9, aka Resident Evil Requiem fan fiction story. *I don't own anything apart from the creative process regarding the character (Y/N). So, enjoy.

ᴄᴀʀʟ ɢʀɪᴍᴇꜱ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ᴏᴄ ♱ "𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬." - 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘶 ♱ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐲𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. ♱ ᴛᴡᴅ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴꜱ 4-8

While looking for Sophia, Daryl comes across a boy in the trees. He doesn't speak, doesn't communicate in any way and flaps his hands when he's happy. He's autistic and non-verbal and will not leave Daryl alone! Also, future Carl Grimes x Male Oc Dad!Daryl Anyone?

In an alternative universe filled with magic creatures such as dragons, Astaroth is but a slave in an amphitheather. His sole purpose is to treat the injured gladiators. But what if he meets a certain pink-haired gladiator along the way? Will they figure out a way to live together in peace, without having to fear death at any second? (I swear it's better than it sounds, but I don't want to describe too much and therefore include spoilers) [A Technoblade X male!OC fanfic] [Contains strong language and graphic descriptions of violence/injuries] [Finished]

How different would the Naruto world be if Sasuke wasn't alone? He has Fuyune Miyuki, his best friend since childhood. While tragedy forged Sasuke's path of revenge, Miyuki remained his anchor. A source of stability, loyalty and quiet strength from his vengeance and darkness. Will his presence by Sasuke's side fundamentally alter choices? And what about his own Kekkei Genkai and background that remain hidden? Follow Miyuki as their relationship becomes a pivotal force in Sasuke's life and the world he shapes.

❝︎︎ Translate your vibration, let your body talk to me. ❞ [ RUSH ] ── 𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃 Ethan Min only meant to learn the ice-he never meant to catch the eyes of two rival hockey stars. But Ilya and Shane change everything. ━━━ Started: December 4th, 2025. Completed: N/A Based on Heated Rivalry. Ilya Rozanov x Male! OC. [Ethan Min] x Shane Hollander © itsalittlesunny

Ailing's life took a dramatic turn the day his family arranged for him to marry the President of the Zhou Group. With a heart full of rebellion, he turned them down, choosing instead to run away with his childhood friend. It was a choice that would haunt him forever. As the years slipped by, the man he once adored revealed a darker side-controlling, abusive, and suffocating his spirit. Ailing found himself a prisoner in a gilded cage until a harsh diagnosis shattered his world. Stricken with a debilitating illness, he tried to return home, only to be turned away at the door. In the end, Ailing breathed his last in a sterile hospital room, utterly alone, with no one to hold his hand or share his final moments. But then, fate offered him a second chance. .... Rebirth With a jolt, Ailing found himself in his father's office, a wave of realization flooding over him. He dropped to the floor, utterly determined to reverse the worst decision of his life. This time, he would marry President Zhou. ... MC: "If I agree to marry you, do you promise to honour our marriage vows?" ML: "What do you mean?" MC: "That is... even if I get sick, you must not abandon me." ML: "Are you sick? Do you need me to take you to the hospital?" MC: "No, I shouldn't be... but and this is just a hypothetical, but if I did get sick with some incurable or debilitating disease, would you honour your vow to love and support me through sickness and health?" ML: "That depends. Will you honour the other parts for me?" MC: "The other parts?" ML: "To have and to hold, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, to love and to cherish, till death we do part." MC: "I would!" ML: "Then it's settled. Let's get married," ML said as he grabbed MC and pulled him towards the luxurious black car. Before ML could think, they had reached the Civil Affairs office to register for the bright red marriage certificate ....

"Why?" Kyzzu's voice trembled as he spoke In His language, both from anger and the tears that still streamed down his face. "Why did you do this to me?!" Winston easily sidestepped Kyzzu's attack, his expression shifting into something cold and distant. Kyzzu's strength failed him, and he nearly collapsed, his body giving way to the weight of his emotions. He was such a fool, a stupid, mindless animal that only cared for himself and some foreigner. Renzi was right the whole time. A cruel smile twisted Winston's lips as he looked down at Kyzzu. "You really took our fling too hard." he said, his tone filled with mockery. "Get this straight, little boy, You were nothing more a means of information and a way to get laid in this jungle, Kyzzu. And besides, you were the one moaning and crying under me to release inside you, is this how you usually do for the men of this village?" Kyzzu's world crumbled as Winston's words hit him like a physical blow. He had been deceived, used, and discarded, and the realization of it tore at his heart. "I trusted you!" Kyzzu cried, his voice breaking. "You made me believe-" "Believe what?" Winston cut him off, his voice icy. "That you were special? That I actually cared about you? How naive. You were just something different, something exotic to keep me entertained. And for that you were at least worth something." Kyzzu dropped to his knees, the knife slipping from his hand as he wept. The betrayal was too much to bear. The man who had once made him feel valued, who had filled him with hope and longing, was now tearing him apart with every cruel word. Winston's laughter echoed in the stillness of the night, the sound devoid of warmth. "Pathetic," he sneered. "You're just like the rest of them-weak, Naïve and foolish." *** Enticing... have a read (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

Everyone at school swears Su Zhan's biggest problem is dealing with the ice-cold school heartthrob, Wen Mo. Cold? Distant? A walking "untouchable prince"? Please.Su Zhan has been watching Wen Mo for years-and he knows the truth: that crisp white shirt hides a wolf. A wolf who smirks when no one's looking, whose "polite" smiles never reach his eyes, and who, if you're unlucky enough to catch him off-guard, will ruin you with a single, deliberate touch. But Su Zhan never expected hisworld to flip. One minute, he's just... Su Zhan. The next? His beta status is gone, replaced by the chaotic storm of being an omega. And his first heat? It hits hard-right when he's trapped in an elevator with Wen Mo, of all people. Panic spikes as Su Zhan's pheromones spiral out of control, sweet and heady and dangerouslyattractive. "F-fuck off!" he snaps, scrambling back. "Just... go get me an inhibitor, Wen Mo. Now." Wen Mo doesn't move. Instead, he leans in, his voice a low, velvety purr that makes Su Zhan's knees weak. "Too late," he murmurs, eyes darkening. "Your levels are already spiking. You're not going anywhere." Before Su Zhan can protest, there's a sharp sting-a temporary claim, Wen Mo calls it, a "band-aid" for the crisis. But when Su Zhan wakes up the next day, something's... off. A strange ache lingers. A weird sensitivity to Wen Mo's presence. And why does his body keep achingfor more of that low, rumbling voice, that infuriatingly perfect touch? Oh, and did we mention Wen Mo's been acting differenttoo? Like he knows exactly what he did-and wantsto do it again. Now Su Zhan's stuck between two truths: 1) He's falling for the wolf who pretends to be a prince, and 2) That temporary mark? It's starting to feel a lot less... temporary.