This story follows Rosalie Anastasia Blackwood, born and raised in the heart of Raccoon City a place that would one day become a symbol of devastation and corporate corruption. From an early age, Rosalie stood out, she was fierce, determined and driven by an unwavering sense of justice, she had always wanted to protect others to stand between the innocent and the shadows that threatened them and as she grew older, that desire only intensified, she began to see the cracks beneath the city's glossy surface the rot, the greed, and the dangerous secrets being buried by those in power. Raccoon City wasn't as perfect as it pretended to be and Rosalie refused to look away. Determined to fight back and make a difference, she joined the Raccoon City Police Department at just eighteen years old, she earned a coveted place in the elite Special Tactics and Rescue Service better known as S.T.A.R.S. Rosalie quickly rose through the ranks, proving herself not only skilled in combat but also courageous, intelligent and fiercely dependable, she became known as a protector someone her team could rely on no matter how dangerous the mission, for a time, she believed she was exactly where she was meant to be, making the world safer one call at a time. After years of intense service, Rosalie finally took a well-deserved vacation to Europe, it was meant to be a chance to rest, to breathe, and to reconnect with a world beyond sirens and gunfire, but fate is never that simple but during her travels, she disappeared without a trace, one moment, she was enjoying her time abroad and the next, she was gone. The characters and story belong to the creators and developers of Resident Evil.

(Name) was a twenty three year old otaku. She was a bit clumsy and boisterous. By some weird twist of fate, she ends up warped into the Jujutsu Kaisen universe in her sixteen year old body. What happens now?

I was on top for half a second. Long enough to reach for the pistol in my jacket. But they were already moving. We rolled. Now they were on top, forearm against my collarbone, blade in their other hand - gleaming, sharp, raised. I grabbed their wrist holding it just inches from my throat. Sweat beading. Breaths crashing together. "Back off," I snarled between clenched teeth. "I will gut you..." And that's when we both froze. Because my eyes finally focused. His face. That jaw, those goddamn blue eyes. The cut on his lip. The hair, golden and messy and way too familiar for a nightmare like this. And judging by the way his expression changed - from pure kill-mode to something caught between shock and disbelief. "...You," I whispered. His grip faltered. So did mine. We didn't move for a second. Just stared at each other. Both panting. Both bloody. Both with knives inches from each other's throats. I let out a breath - half-laugh, half-wheeze. "Jesus Christ," I muttered. "Only you would respond to a death village with a knife fight."

Trapped in a hospital by Victor Gideon due to her close tie with Alessa Ashcroft, Christine Davis, now Kennedy must survive the unknown, facing new horrors and having to overcome fears while having to find and keep up with Leon and find a cure for her ailment.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·𝐀 𝐖𝐚𝐫 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:· ════════════════════ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 Antonella Evelia Reyes Castellón is the name whispered through Spain's intelligence halls. A diplomat forged in pressure and precision; a CNI-trained asset with a mind sharper than any blade. She is twenty-four and already carries the gravity of a country rebuilding itself in the shadow of Las Plagas. What the world sees: a strategist draped in silk and silence. What her enemies fear: the girl who survived what should have broken her. When political obligation pulls Antonella from Madrid to Washington, into a nation desperate to bury truths she refuses to forget, her path collides with a man carved from the ruins she's been sent to confront. Leon Scott Kennedy is all scars and stubbornness, a soldier who walks like he's half-ghost, half-warning. He doesn't trust diplomats. He definitely doesn't trust her. But when remnants of the Plaga infection surface again, and two countries force them onto the same mission, Antonella learns that fate doesn't introduce itself politely. It crashes through the door. Into duty. Into danger. Into a war neither of them intended to start, one that has nothing to do with nations and everything to do with the hearts they guard too fiercely. Because sometimes the fight that matters most is the one you wage quietly against the person who sees you too clearly. And when silence meets ruin... even weapons learn how to feel. ✦ ❋ ✦ ❋ ✦ ❋ ✦

When a desperate young man agrees to act as a father to a lonely bioweapon child in exchange for money to save his dying dad, he's pulled into a nightmare of manipulation, mind-control, and manufactured family bonds. Trapped on a sinking ship with Eveline, a girl who sees him as the only parent she has ever known, Y/N must choose between surviving her growing power... or becoming the father she's willing to kill for. "She doesn't want a weapon. She wants a father."

War. They had dragged her into it, wrapped her in prophecy, and painted her as some messiah with a target on her back, all to clean up their mess. She was supposed to fight their battles, die their hero, and leave the world tidily saved. But Alexandrina Potter didn't give a damn about anyone's savior fantasies anymore. It should have ended. She did her duty, paid in scars and losses, and tried to make her peace. Yet here she was, tossed back nearly three decades by a smugly amused Lord Death, dumped into the year 1958 with a son she'd kept hidden from the world and a blood-adopted daughter who carried a legacy darker than any shadow she'd ever faced. Thomas Alexander Potter, three years old, bright-eyed, her heart's calm anchor. And Delphini Lilith Potter, fierce, sharp, and bound to her not by fate but by Alexandrina's own stubborn defiance of it. They were hers, and damn it, that meant something. Her goals were simple, if slightly ambitious: avoid meddling wizards, rewrite the future, and raise her children without the looming threat of war breathing down their necks. Shouldn't be too hard, right? She'd already defeated one megalomaniac. What was a little time travel, a few impossible odds, and the chance of crossing paths with Tom Riddle when he was still just a snake-eyed schoolboy with delusions of grandeur? Life had given her a second chance-no more, no less. And she was bloody well going to use it. Most Impressive Ranking #1 enemiestolovers out of 117K stories

Kol Mikaelson didn't care. He didn't want to attend this party, he didn't want to hide his bloodstain to avoid comments from Elijah, and he didn't want the smell of peacocking humans to burn his nose. Mortala Peverell wanted to have fun. They didn't want to be in this situation, surrounded by chittering women, hearing the insufferable comments they got from flirtatious nobles, and overall wishing they could be setting something on fire. Then their eyes met. And they were. Captivated. #1 in Soulmates (3/13/2026) #1 in Kol Mikaelson (3/27/2026) #1 in MOD (3/27/2026) #2 in FemHarryPotter (3/27/2026) #15 in Crossover (4/2/2026) #316 in Love (5/12/2026)

Loki gets a chance to change everything. The Norns, having become tired of Odin's meddling in the Weave, have decided enough is enough. Death sees this as a chance to plead their case, asking for Loki to go through the trials needed to become the Master of Death. In order to stop Thanos, Loki would agree to anything, knowing what is coming, and so he does. Hera Potter grows up not knowing who she'd been, what she is expected to go through, or that she's already fighting for something greater than herself. As the barriers fall between this life and the last, Hera will have to navigate through who she was to stay who she is. She was Loki once, but she is more than that now, and she will fight to keep it and the life she's made. If that means flinging her soul across time and space, or using the knowledge she has to navigate through a future she should not know, she'll do it. Who is Thanos to threaten everything she loves? Who is Dumbledore to think a child should be responsible to win a war? And where does Odin get off thinking he had any say at all?

I was on a flight to Paris when the engines of the plane malfunctioned. After a pathetic death, I woke up reincarnated in the world of Miraculous Ladybug, a show that I had scrolled through after It blew up on the internet. Watch me suffer in this show where everyone is blind. A Chat NoirxReader story *Is always under editing bc I don't proof read and my helpful readers have to point out everything to me. Thanks guys lol First Place in Different Categories: -miraculousladybug -adrien -reincarnated -chatoirxreader -catnoirxreader -adrienxreader -lovesquare -miraculously -miraculous -mlb