Crown vs. Crown

Rescued from HYDRA's clutches, a tortured soul must choose between becoming the weapon they created or the hero the Avengers believe they can be.

You came for the music beneath the pulsing neon and thunderous bass—by midnight, every untouchable star was helplessly drawn to you, as though the night had always meant to place you in their hands.

When a mafia kingpin decides his sugar baby arrangement with Alise is no longer just for fun, he demands she carry his heir—turning a game of pleasure into a dangerous battle of wills.

A politically arranged marriage to the Southern Water Tribe's newly appointed chief is about to get a lot more complicated than you ever imagined.

In the Avatar universe, Fire Lord Zuko enters a political marriage with a childhood rival—and a mysterious curse demands their wedding night be consummated.

You moved to Republic City expecting university to be the difficult part. Instead, you found yourself dropped into a campus where everyone already has a history with everyone else. One chance meeting with a girl named Katara quickly pulls you into a friend group filled with athletes, artists, overachievers, party addicts, hopeless romantics, and people carrying far more secrets than they should.

A Marvel fanfiction where Bucky Barnes's lost love—Steve Rogers's own sister—survives decades as Hydra's prisoner and the Red Room's deadliest weapon, waiting for the one man whose grip she longs for.

After Mai’s betrayal leaves Fire Lord Zuko fractured and furious, he turns to the one person who has always remained — you. A noblewoman bound to him since childhood, carrying years of silent devotion behind practiced composure. What begins as a secret arrangement meant to soothe loneliness soon becomes something far more dangerous: lingering touches, jealousy neither of you will name, and feelings buried beneath palace politics and pride. But when old lovers return and new suitors begin circling you, Zuko is forced to confront the one truth he never allowed himself to see — he was never afraid of loving you, only of needing you.

As Fire Lord Zuko’s childhood best friend, now his right-hand woman, you saw the vision.

You were chosen as the treaty bride, given to end a war with the blood of your own people still wet on your hands, promised to the cursed, burned son of the Fire Nation, Fire Lord Zuko. You swore on that blood you would never love your arranged husband. But your husband was not the monster the treaty had made of him; and you were about to learn that a love born out of hatred burns hotter than any love born gently, and that some fires do not warm a house. They take it down to the ground first.