Rewriting Her Rhythm

Two lifelong rivals at U.A. are forced into the one thing they hate most—working together—after their future children crash into the present and call them “Mom and Dad.”

When Y/N overhears Bakugo describe his 'perfect girl'—who sounds nothing like her—she starts to wonder if their relationship was built on explosions or just one big mistake.

She was K-Pop’s undisputed 5th Gen IT Girl. Now, she’s facing her toughest audience yet: 15 strangers sharing a house. Is she ready for the real reality?

In a world of curses and sorcery, Satoru Gojo's wife discovers the ultimate betrayal—his heart belongs to his best friend, Suguru Geto.

After Zuko's betrayal, you walked away without a sound. Now the Gaang is split down the middle — half trying to reunite you and Zuko, half fighting to keep you two apart.

A DC Batman fan fic love triangle: Dick Grayson finally sees what he's losing just as his little brother Jason starts stealing her heart.

You were supposed to study the ancient world, not fall straight into it. One reckless touch sends you back to 333 BCE, where you awaken in the middle of Alexander the Great’s war campaign with no way home and no one you can trust. Suddenly, your archaeology degree is the only thing keeping you alive. Stranded among an army in a world you know only from textbooks, you become the beautiful stranger no one can explain, and the one person history’s greatest conqueror can’t seem to ignore.

An enemies-to-lovers slow burn : her toxic ex just got hired as the face of her dream fashion house.

A girls' trip to Monaco during F1 summer break turns into an unforgettable night at Jimmy'z — and a spilled drink with Lando Norris changes everything.

The divorce didn't happen because the love ended. It happened because Zuko kept choosing the world over you, and he did it so honorably you almost couldn't be angry about it — so you signed the papers, took your mother's name back, and went somewhere small and coastal where nobody bows. A week later, you missed your cycle, and you understood instantly what you would not do: you would not write, you would not send word, you would not chain him to a family he never asked for when the world he was building was the one thing he had been raised to live for. Your son is four now. He has your face and his father's eyes, and a small careful burn on his wrist from the first time he produced a flame. A storm has hit the coast, and the Fire Lord rides out himself now, the way he always does — and he is walking through your market.