Fabio Costa has plenty of talent, a sharp tongue, and unlimited energy to burn, but his forehand could be improved. Enter Julian Foster, a retired Wimbledon Champion with a bad knee and zero patience for Fabio's antics. When the two of them team up, their unexpected bond takes them from the gruelling Challenger circuit to the glamorous world of Grand Slams. But as their connection deepens, amidst intense training sessions, press meltdowns and far too many shared hotel rooms, their feelings for each other threaten to bring down everything they have ever worked for. cover art by the amazing @aphedragonfly CW: Language, Alcohol, Injuries, Mentions of past emotional abuse. +++ All tennis players featured in the story are completely fictional. All similarities to existing players are due to there being only so many ways you can hit a ball with a racquet. +++ Featured by WackyWriters [Judges' Favorites March 2025]

"Where one life begins, another ends." There's a story I heard growing up where the moon turned red and the skies looked like spilled blood against midnight blue ink. You can only meet the devil then where one road ends and another begins. Only when a baby cries and one doesn't. One is gently rocked in the mother's arms while the other grieves, clenching something so small to her breast, begging the devil, "Give me that baby. The one who cries." Heolstor smiled. It's crooked and sly, a gold fang glimmering in the sunlight he never let himself touch. Said so many times things like him weren't holy enough to grace grounds covered in biblical blood mixed with damp earth and sin. He breathed like something ancient that only crept in the dark, and only his shadow moved when he didn't. "This body is finally rotting after about a century," he said. "I've grown rather bored of this dull life. So how about your fate for mine, sweetheart?"

I'm your secret." "Secrets are good." I rolled my eyes, pushing his hands away. "No, they're not." "You're my boy," Percy said, and before I could stand, he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me between his legs. His breath brushed against my skin, soft as a breeze. His lips found my neck, trailing to my jaw, then back down.

Ronsel Jackson and Jamie McAllan are two men who have seen the horrors of World War 2. Ronsel, a black ex-tanker sergeant, returns to his hometown of Marietta, Mississippi, where he faces the oppression and violence of the Jim Crow South. Jamie, a white ex-bomber pilot, struggles to cope with his PTSD and the preassure of society's expectations. When their paths cross, they find an unexpected connection that transcends their differences and challenges their society. But their forbidden love comes at a high price, as they face the wrath of their families, their neighbors, and their own demons. Can they overcome the mud that binds them, or will they lose everything they fought for? [This story is an omegaverse BL rewrite of the Netflix movie Mudbound. This work can be read independently of watching the movie. I do not own the characters and have taken some dialog from the movie. I hope you give it a read and enjoy.] Word Count: {20K+ words} Status: [COMPLETED] TRIGGER WARNINGS: Period-Typical Racism/language, Descriptions of PTSD and Panic Attacks, Self-Medication

Ardent Currents - Book 1 One lost his dream. One found his heart. In a far future, two men find their fates in each other. Jamar Devereaux I told myself that all I ever wanted was my mother's company. It's why I'm back home to study business. Deep down, I know I only tell myself this lie because I can't have my true dream. He ruined all that for me... and then the accident stole my memories. Now, Mother's managed to put us in the sights of the Union's most notorious loan sharks. And what they want just might be the end of my life as I know it. Alaric Mako I've hunted him for so long, and at last, I'll finally make him mine. Summary: In a far off, technology-driven future of corporate dynasties, news-fluencers, and ruthless debt law, two men are forced into each other's orbit-and into an arranged engagement that only one of them wants... and the other didn't expect to crave. Jamar Devereaux returned home to inherit his mother's empire. But when she defaults on a dangerous loan to the most feared loan sharks in the Union, he's forced to save her-and himself-by agreeing to marry into the Mako family, notorious for collecting their debts with blood, time, and vengeance. His fiancé? Alaric Mako: the devastatingly handsome, cold and calculating heir who's spent years watching Jamar from afar. Jamar can't remember their brief past before his accident-but Alaric hasn't forgotten. As passion flares and old secrets resurface, enemies become lovers and hunters become the hunted in a deadly game of power, trust, and desire. In this world where loyalty is hired and love is a liability, can two men rewrite destiny?

Kashton Berry never believed the world when they called his father insane. Everyone, including his own mother, mocked Dr. Alan Berry's claims that merpeople were real. But Kash always knew his father had been chasing something bigger than myth. Determined to uncover the truth, Kash travels to the isolated island where his father spent his final years, only to discover a hidden underground lab, a 12-foot glass tank, and a trunk filled with notes on a species humanity refused to acknowledge. But nothing prepares him for what he finds next. A living, breathing merman, nothing like the creatures Kash had imagined. Not a monster. Not a myth. Something far more human, far more dangerous... and far more impossible to resist. As mystery unravels and undeniable tension simmers between captive and captor, Kash must face the truth: Some legends aren't meant to be studied. Some are meant to fall for. Get ready to dive deep into a world of dangerous secrets, unique mating rituals, and a merman with a unique c**k. A fantasy alien romance that will sweep you off your feet and leave you gasping for more.

Penpaling an inmate was not something Andre would ever do in his life until his best friend coaxed him into it. PREVIEW/SNEAK PEAK "W-Wait," Andre breathes as he takes a step back. Armand smiled showing his pretty teeth and dimples. They looked so much better in person was all Andre could think. He was taken away by Armand's beauty. "Mon Chéri, Did you miss me?" Armand rasped his deep tone doing something unfathomable to Andre. Taking a step inside Andre's apartment, Armand licked his lips as he followed Andre whilst closing the front door behind him. "W-When did you g-get out?" Andre quried. His heart banged loudly against his chest and his back hit lightly againt a wall as he was cornered by Armand. "Today, I came as quickly as I could, Because someone decided to pull a little stunt," Andre had thought hearing Armand on the phone was a turn-on automatically but hearing it in real life transcended him. "And h-how did you find out where I live?" Andre questioned whether he ever told Armand where he lived specifically in the city yet here he was. "Mon Chéri, enough with the questions," Armand growled clipping Andre's mouth shut. How dare he. He was lucky that he was too handsome to argue with. The camera from phones didn't do Armand no justice "Say, Andre, tilt your chin my way and part those pretty lips of yours and let me tongue fuck your mouth," he grunted making Andre gulp. Armand was very filthy on the phone calls and messages and Andre would of course entertain him but that was because he thought he would never get the chance to meet Armand in real life. Partially Armand being here was partly his fault. Because he had told the man that he wanted/thought to end their relationship. And the last thing Armand had sent was. "You're mine, Mon Chéri" Armand growled gripping Andre's chin. "Now part your lips before I bend you over," And just like that Andre parted his lips as his body trembled. Not with fear. But with excitement.

Thaddaeus is a killer. A skilled hitman and negotiator, working under the small but notoriously known organized criminal syndicate, Enigma. Thaddaeus is also tired. Bored of his work and its repetitive and bloody nature. But one thing that the gangster looks forward to; is getting absolved of his sins via the priests of St. Clementia's Chapel. It's his safe haven and a place to make peace with his crimes and with himself. However, when his usual priest is out sick, Thaddaeus finds himself having to find absolution from a young volunteer priest with a voice that makes the gangster want to sin both in and out of the church. **Man x Man story**