[Oneshots x Male Reader] 𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬. 𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐬. 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬. You know the drill. From blood-soaked battlefields to slow-burn romances, from brutal betrayals to shameless lemons-I don't hold back, and neither should you. These are the oneshots where anything can happen, where the worlds you know get twisted, raw, and sometimes downright unholy. Call it unfiltered. Call it reckless. Call it exactly what you've been scrolling for at 3AM. Just don't act brand new when the heat hits. -------------------------------------------------- - This book contains multiple fandoms, multiple genres, and mature content. - Warnings: violence, coarse language, trauma, explicit lemons. Reader discretion is advised. -------------------------------------------------- Best Rankings: #3 in oneshots #234 in angst #22 in maturecontent #406 in xreader #285 in fanfic #149 in readerinsert #4 in cyberpunk #1 in differentfandoms #56 in starshiptroopers #2 in tokyoghoul

STATUS: THE SIGNAL HAS GONE DARK - Currently on hold, but not abandoned. [Y/N L/N x Sasha Braus] 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲. Y/N L/N was not. Born beneath stone, smoke, hunger, and blood, Y/N grew up in the Underground, where children learned to steal before they learned to dream. Down there, mercy was a luxury, survival was law, and names like Levi and Shadow were whispered like warnings. Not heroes. Proof. Proof that someone could crawl out of the dark and become something the world above could not ignore. Y/N never believed in freedom. But after one violent mistake drags him into the surface world, he is given a choice: Rot in a cell... or enlist. Unlike the legends who came before him, Y/N does not get to walk straight into the Survey Corps. If he wants the Wings of Freedom, he must earn them through the 104th Cadet Corps, surrounded by soldiers who still believe courage, discipline, and honour are enough to survive. Eren Yeager burns with rage. Mikasa Ackerman watches him like she already knows he is dangerous. Armin Arlert tries to understand the boy who flinches at kindness more than cruelty. And Sasha Braus, loud, hungry, sincere Sasha Braus, becomes one of the first people to offer him warmth without asking for anything in return. As the Walls begin to crack, Titans devour the innocent, and secrets buried deeper than the Underground claw into the light, Y/N must learn what freedom really costs. Because some soldiers are born beneath the sky. Others have to crawl through hell to reach it. -------------------------------------------------- - Attack on Titan is NOT my property. - Runs parallel to In Levi's Shadow. - Confirmed Sasha Braus slow-burn route. - Contains violence, death, trauma, strong language, and mature themes. --------------------------------------------------

[Y/N L/N x Sam Byrne] 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭. 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫. 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐞. There was Y/N L/N. Born into a name spoken like a curse, Y/N was never allowed to be ordinary. The L/N family had been marked long before Emergence Day - by blood, by loss, by war, and by the kind of grief that never truly stays buried. Then the ground split open. The Locust rose. And the Coalition found a use for the last son of a cursed name. A soldier. A survivor. A weapon. But beneath the COG armour, beneath the rifle, beneath the cold stare and the reputation dragged across every battlefield, Y/N carried the dead with him. Every face. Every scream. Every person he failed to save. Fighting beside Marcus Fenix, Dominic Santiago, and Delta Squad, he is thrown into the worst the Locust War has to offer - ruined cities, broken families, impossible choices, and battles where the living are often harder to find than the dead. Some call him bad luck. Some call him cursed. Others call him exactly what he looks like. 𝐀 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐎𝐆 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫. But then there's her. A woman with fire in her heart, a sharp tongue, and enough stubbornness to look past the armour, past the blood, past the ghost everyone else sees - and find the man still buried underneath. And in a war where tomorrow is never promised, Y/N must decide whether he will keep living for the dead... Or finally fight for something still alive. -------------------------------------------------- - Gears of War and all associated media are NOT my property. - This story spans the events of the main trilogy, with original character integration and expanded narrative elements. - Contains graphic violence, death, trauma, war themes, and mature subject matter consiste

[Oneshots x Male Reader/OC's] 𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬. 𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐬. 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬. You know the drill. From blood-soaked battlefields to slow-burn romances, from brutal betrayals to shameless lemons-I don't hold back, and neither should you. These are the oneshots where anything can happen, where the worlds you know get twisted, raw, and sometimes downright unholy. Call it unfiltered. Call it reckless. Call it exactly what you've been scrolling for at 3AM. Just don't act brand new when the heat hits. -------------------------------------------------- - This book contains multiple fandoms, multiple genres, and mature content. - Warnings: violence, coarse language, trauma, explicit lemons. Reader discretion is advised. --------------------------------------------------

Akuze taught him how to survive. The Reapers will decide what survival costs. Nektarios Shepard should have died on Akuze. Fifty Alliance marines went beneath the planet's surface. One came back. Six years later, the military has polished the massacre into a legend and placed its survivor aboard the SSV Normandy-a prototype warship built through an uneasy partnership with the turians. If the mission succeeds, Nektarios could become humanity's first Spectre. Eden Prime should be a routine shakedown. Instead, an ancient beacon forces a vision into Nektarios' mind: worlds burning, machines descending and every civilisation in the galaxy being systematically erased. The Citadel Council calls it trauma. Rogue Spectre Saren Arterius calls submission survival. Hunting Saren forces Nektarios to place his life in the hands of strangers: a turian investigator suffocating beneath procedure, a young quarian carrying evidence no one else survived to recover, a krogan mercenary with no reason to trust humanity and an asari archaeologist whose mother stands beside the enemy. But Cerberus keeps appearing at the edges of the investigation-and the deeper Nektarios digs, the more he suspects Akuze was never the accident the Alliance declared it to be. He survived the first grave. The next is large enough for every species in the galaxy.