When Nikolai Petrovi, elite hockey center for the Montreal Voyagers, and world class gold medalist figure skater Zachary Lablanc are forced to share the training ice together, their worlds collide immediately. Nikolai thrives on power, control, and physical dominance; Zachary lives in precision, artistry, and public scrutiny. Each sees the other as everything their sport isn't-and everything they resent. What begins as sharp rivalry and mutual disdain slowly turns into something far more complicated. Drawn together by shared pressure, late-night practices, and the isolation of elite competition, they cross a line neither of them intended to acknowledge. Nikolai and Zachary must decide whether love is worth the risk of vulnerability-of being seen, chosen, and known beyond the ice.

maysilee smith has never fit in. her father treats her like a burden, and is desperate to spend every moment of his life making sure she knows how much he hates her. to the other children, she's simply an easy target for their teasing. and when her mother dies, she loses the only person that has every made her feel loved. enter negan. destructive, terrifying, impossible to ignore. to the group, he's a monster. to maysilee, he's worse. he's family. negan, her uncle, sees something in maysilee he refuses to let go of: a chance to bond, to claim family where so much has already been lost. the problem? maysilee wants absolutely nothing to do with him.

THE YAWNING GRAVE ༻❁༺ "I sent you omens and all kinds of signs. I taught you melodies, poems and rhymes." Seventeen years ago, Roan Briarpatch won the 56th Hunger Games. In the same year, his baby was born and his girlfriend went missing. Now, in the present, Roans daughter, Wren Cerise is reaped for the 73rd Games. Fem OC x Masc OC pre-hunger games- mockingjay pt. 2 [started writing: 20/11/2025] [released: 25/12/2025] [finished: ] do not copy my work.

"ᴀᴍ ɪ ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ?" "ʏᴇᴀʜ, ʙᴜᴛ sᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏʙᴏᴅʏ's ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ." ⟢ Lenora Walsh was weird. She was that girl that nobody wanted to talk to, but they all pretended to like her. Lenora was always naive enough to believe it. Her father was a cop, she loved him so dearly and didn't care how negative he was on bad days. She would forever be the weird girl, even when the world ends and the man she called her uncle is left to die in a hospital. She still was naive, naive enough to believe things would change or the world would go back to normal. Lenora was the naive and weird girl nobody would remember, even in her death. TWD x OC ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ: ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 14, 2025 ғɪɴɪsʜᴇᴅ: ??

❛ once, I took your medication to know what it's like. And know I have to act like I can't read your mind. ❜ ₊✩°｡⋆˚⁺ ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊✩°｡⋆˚⁺ ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊✩°｡⋆˚⁺ ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Fate. Amber thought fate was a silly word, a word was all it was after all. It gives people a false sense of hope, and once you have hope you let your guard down. Amber Dixon lost everything, she didn't have hope that her brothers were out there. She didn't need to believe they were, that didn't stop her from looking. The dead rose, leaving no room for hesitation or Amber would end up dead. But when a strange man comes across her in the woods and she's brought to a prison, her life is forever changed. ₊✩°｡⋆˚⁺ ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊✩°｡⋆˚⁺ ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊✩°｡⋆˚⁺ ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Carl grimes x fem!oc [season 4 - season 9 ] Started - August 31 2024 Finished - ₊✩°｡⋆˚⁺ ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊✩°｡⋆˚⁺ ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊✩°｡⋆˚⁺ ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ I DO NOT OWN THE PLOT OR CHARACTERS OF THE WALKING DEAD. I ONLY OWN MY OC AND HER STORYLINE.

In the spring of 2014, HYDRA-occupied SHIELD is in full swing, working underground to power the monster that is the Winter Soldier. Following in his shadow is their latest creation. Immortal, obedient and a murder machine, the child known simply as 'The Faceless Girl' cleans up any loose threads the Winter Soldier may have missed. She is a ghost story inside of a ghost story. With the fall of SHIELD, however, The Winter Soldier and The Faceless Girl run from HYDRA. They are now defectors of everything they know. It is simply James and Isabell on the road, now. James and Isabell, and the many, many ghosts that haunt them.

Jonah is an odd and quiet 10 year old boy diagnosed with autism. After the start of the apocalypse, him and his father came to live at the Atlanta camp. During their stay, it's become abundantly clear to the camp that Jonah's father is anything but nice to his boy. Even so, Jonah seems to become interested in the Dixon brother's, who his dad had befriended. How does Jonah deal with the looming dread after what comes to happen? And how does he learn to earn Daryl's trust? ⚠️Contains things such as SA, Abuse, and mention of multiple slurs (all of which are censored wether I can say them or not)⚠️ Started: May 3rd 2025 Finished:

UNDER PRESSURE ⋆⋅ 𖤓 ⋅⋆ "And love dares you to change our way of caring about ourselves. This is our last dance." In which, Genna Henderson looks after her younger brother and his friends one night when looking for their missing friend, and stumbles upon something much bigger. [a 'stranger things' fanfic] season 1 - finale Steve Harrington x Fem!oc [started writing: 2/12/25] [released: 17/12/25] [finished: ] do not copy my work.

Tiger Mallory is eight years old. Alone in the walker-infested woods of rural Georgia, with nothing but a knife and a dog, she knows her chances of survival are slim. If her sister was still here, perhaps there would be a little more hope for her, but Jackie is gone, and it's the sort of gone that people don't usually come back from. Not anymore. So, when a little girl comes running through her forest, Tiger decides to chase her. Out of boredom, hope or loneliness, she isn't really sure, but it suddenly gets a whole lot more complicated than just that little girl. Some bitchass cop and his redneck friend are looking for the kid too, and they want to bring Tiger with them. Just for now. Just until they find the girl. And really, who is Tiger to refuse? She's just using them, same way they'll use her. Maybe she'll survive a little longer with Rick Grimes. Hey, maybe she'll even find her sister.

Elliot Murphy's got a bird brain. And he's perfectly fine with it, thank you very much. As a twelve (almost thirteen!) year old in the apocalypse, it was easy to care about nothing but himself and birds. He liked not having to talk to anyone, to explain himself, to live up to expectations, to make promises. He was a smart kid, and he survived. There was nothing more, or less, to it. But then he met people. Good people, bad people, and morally gray people who made him question everything, even birds. And Elliot Murphy learned how much he could say without opening his mouth.