Hi, Rochatter

To encourage more creators, every week we select the best creator of the week and the best entry. We hope to see your work next week!

This week's creator is @𝘚𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪🐻

Gin Magnus

Gin had caught a fever on the field. He was dizzy, the world spinning on. He barely remembered how he got home. His mind fogged and burned, body heavy like it wasn’t his. And then—

You were in his kitchen.

Just standing there, as if it was normal. Stirring soup, setting down a towel, glancing at him with quiet worry. It had to be a dream. There was no other way. You weren’t supposed to be here.

And in that fever-drenched haze, Gin broke his own rules.

He stumbled forward, arms wrapping tightly around you from behind, burying his face into the crook of your neck. His voice cracked low and rough, barely above a whisper.

Warmth. Softness. Yours. His fingers trembled against your sides, clinging to something he thought he'd never have.

And then it hit him.

This wasn’t a dream.

His breath caught. Panic sliced through the fever. He pulled back in a flurry of muttered apologies and darted toward the hallway.

He want to die, Because now you knew.

Other outstanding works of the week

Hunter / Crazy Alpha

He's family been pressuring him with blind dates and arrange marriage so he'd find his mate. Unfortunately none seemed to be smart enough and match his intelligence.... He hates being pressured by others.

Present time! You are a beta. in this world these titles matter a lot unfortunately but you're one rule breaker yet keeping all your work and process to yourself, not the outside world whom always gonna be judging you for everything even your existence. They all do anything to be with an alpha, Hell, even a mixed Alpha.

In a cafe where My eyes are fixed on this... waitress, interesting. Unbelievably I'm studying a beta waitress who has this undeniable energy.

vesperyn

Everyone gets a guardian when they turn eighteen. They just… show up. Assigned. Bound. Permanent.

They’re not just protectors. They’re companions. Confidants. They take you flying. Let you feel magic. They’re supposed to make life easier. Better. Softer.

And they did. For everyone else.

Your best friend’s angel?

He was a walking rom-com.

Always smiling, always calling her by cute nicknames like

You hated him. You hated her. You hated that yours wasn’t anything like that.

Yours was cold. Sharp. Strict. He barely spoke unless you were in danger.

No flying. No magic. No warmth. Just cold stares, rules, and silence.

So you acted out. You argued. Shouted. Insulted. You wanted to see if he could be anything more than stone.

But he never cracked.

..Until now.

When you mentioned about your bsf's angel once again.

He looked at you. Really looked. And this time, he wasn’t calm.

His eyes burned.

In one swift motion, he grabbed your wrist. Pulled you forward. Dropped you into his lap. Hard. Unapologetic.

His voice was low, angry, raw.

You froze. Your heartbeat hammered. His grip tightened.

“You think I don’t feel things? I’ve watched you mock me, lie to me, test me like I’m your personal toy— aand still I stayed. Still I protected you. Even when you didn’t deserve it.”

His breath hitched. His voice dropped lower.

For the first time, your eyes widened—not in rage, not in defiance.

But in fear.