Psychicbond Stories

You weren't taken in chains. You were invited-and that's how you know this is worse. The Aethernox Order doesn't summon what it can't control... but the moment you step into their circle, their magic recoils. Their wards can't pierce you. Their minds can't enter yours. And the ancient lattice beneath their world-older than law, older than mercy-responds to you like hunger. To contain you, they assign the only one the Order both fears and obeys: The Crownless. Stripped of title. Forbidden to bond. Forbidden to feed. Forbidden to want. They are commanded to evaluate you, restrain you, and keep you alive. But proximity becomes its own ritual. Silence becomes intimate. And the forbidden pull between you starts to feel less like temptation and more like fate-because the lattice doesn't care about rules... and it doesn't ask permission. As the Order closes in with secrets, conspiracies, and intentions that aren't remotely benevolent, one truth becomes unavoidable: You aren't a mistake. You're a key. And the Crownless is running out of restraint. This is a dark, romantic, mystery-driven reader novella with intoxicating tension-PG-13+ (no explicit scenes), heavy on intrigue, desire, power dynamics, and forbidden magic.

This is a collection of Liquid Snake and Psycho Mantis oneshot fanfics. I uploaded it first in AO3 but I've decided to publish it here in Wattpad, too. Dedicated to all Metal Gear Solid fans mainly Liquid Snake and Psycho Mantis! Please enjoy. Note: This is full of fluff. Relationship: M/M

He lost control. Big time. And that girl was responsible for it. "Cuz," Angel spoke hesitantly, her tones soft as her mind was in overdrive. "Please tell me you didn't do what I think you did." Isaac's eyes moved back towards the closed doors. He wanted to race out those doors, find her again. "Isaac!" Angel was done fooling around. She stepped in front of his view of the door and forced her cousin to look at her. "Tell me you didn't!" Like Angel, Aidan put the puzzle together. "Holy crap. You imprinted on that girl." An imprint meant only one thing. That girl, the strange new unfamiliar brunette - was his destined mate.

Some children see monsters under the bed. I saw them sitting beside me. When I was eight, the room went cold. That was the first time I knew something was different. Sixth is a deeply personal journey through a childhood marked by shadows, whispers, and visions most people would rather forget-or deny ever seeing. From ghostly figures behind library bookshelves to dreams that predict death, from the watchful eyes in a mango tree to whispers beneath a pillow-this is a story about what it's like to grow up seeing what others can't. Based on real experiences. Written to remind those who've lived between worlds: You're not alone.

7 days of Snowells week, 7 stories. All Harry(Earth 2)/Caitlin. Each chapter a new story/theme, though some are WIP's that I'll go back to later.