in which Cove Alora was told she was "The Lucky One" when she volunteered for the 66th Annual Hunger Games, but quickly learned there was only one true person who made her feel like a lucky one, her mentor. or in which Cove Alora is just trying to survive! 🐚🫧🪸🌞 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍, 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍. finnick odair x fem!oc

kailani gray from district four became the youngest victor ever after winning the 72nd hunger games {pre-hunger games - mockingjay part two}

In a world where everyone is a pawn, can Liora Snow outplay the Capitol-or will she lose everything in the process? A gripping tale of love, betrayal, and survival, where every decision could cost them everything. Finnick Odair x FemOc Completed - Under Editing 🖊️

Bakugou needs some new gear. Lucky for him, a new engineer has made her way to UA-- but God, does she push his buttons. This is a SLOW BURN Bakugou x Female Reader fanfic. There is SMUT, so if that isn't your thing, don't read. Characters are 18+ and in their final year at UA. Art for this series is on my Instagram and Tumblr (@pollypenname). WARNINGS: -Sexually explicit content -Swearing -Violence

I've been reincarnated into the very web novel I used to mock endlessly with my friends-and even in the comment sections. Who could blame me? It was the epitome of clichés: a forced marriage, endless misunderstandings between husband and wife, suffocating angst, the heroine's dramatic escape, and the inescapable regret of the so-called male lead. Predictable, frustrating, and utterly tiresome. Yet here I am, inhabiting the role of that very heroine in 'Husband Is Regretting.' My first priority? Divorce the walking red flag I've been shackled to. But for some reason, the more I ignore him, the more fixated he becomes. And if that wasn't confusing enough, a side character who was supposed to appear only once suddenly approaches me with a bold question: "Shall I be your secret lover?" What on earth is going on in this story? Owner of the cover X\@irt_5433

( VILLAINESS #1 ) Feared in boardrooms and hated in silence, 26-year-old CEO Evelyn Vireaux built an empire with an iron will and a cruel tongue. But no amount of power or wealth could stop the truth-she was dying. Terminal illness claimed her body, but not her soul. When Evelyn opens her eyes again, it's not in a hospital bed-but in a different world, inside the body of Selene Astera, the frail and neglected daughter of Duke Astera. Mocked by servants, scorned by her siblings, and invisible to society, Selene was as powerless as Evelyn had once been ruthless. Now reborn in a world of nobility and magic, the soul of a cold-blooded CEO simmers beneath Selene's soft smile. They wanted a weak girl to ignore. They'll get a villainess they'll never forget.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐝𝐚𝐲" "𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩.. 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙤" ════ ⋆★⋆ ════ At twenty-seven, (Y/N) is done. Done with doubles. Done with understaffed night shifts. Done with scrubbing questionable substances off hospital walls. Her quirk-Chiropractor, the ability to relieve pain and tension with a touch-might make her a miracle worker, but it can't save her from burnout. She's exhausted, sarcastic, and one cracked vertebra away from quitting healthcare entirely. Then life throws her the world's most explosive curveball: She moves into the house right next door to Bakugo Katsuki-now the No. 5 Pro Hero, fully grown, annoyingly gorgeous, and carrying a secret guilt he's tried to bury for years. They haven't seen each other since their early twenties. Since that night. Their reckless, drunken, unforgettable one-night stand. To her? It was hot, wild, and not worth a shred of regret. To him? It was a mistake-not because of her, but because he thinks he didn't treat her right. Didn't ask her out. Didn't make it special. Didn't deserve it. And now that she's back in his life, his guilt turns into something unexpected: Homemade bentos. Left on her doorstep. Every morning. Like an apology he can't stop giving. But as her terrible shifts pile up, her quirk starts easing his old injuries, and their tense doorstep conversations turn into something dangerously warm, one thing becomes clear: This isn't about regret anymore. It's about healing-his body, her burnout, their past. And maybe, if the universe doesn't interfere first... something worth fighting for.

"𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨." "𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 !?" "𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲." ---- When (y/n)'s best friend Jiro asks her to fill in as lead guitarist for a one-night charity concert, she expects awkward rehearsals, maybe some stage fright, and definitely a headache or two. She does not expect to be stuck teaching Katsuki Bakugo-explosive, loud, annoyingly talented Bakugo-how to sing and drum at the same time. He's passionate, intense, frustratingly competitive... and absolutely clueless about keeping tempo while opening his mouth. Somehow, that becomes her problem. Between late-night practices, chaotic band drama, and the confusing warmth that keeps growing whenever Bakugo looks at her, (y/n) finds herself swept into a rhythm she didn't know she was missing. It was supposed to be one concert. One night. One favor. But sparks fly when opposites collide, and soon (y/n) learns that some accidents... create a chain reaction you can't stop.

" 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙨𝙪𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙖 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙤, 𝘾𝙖𝙩 𝙀𝙮𝙚𝙨? " " 𝕀.. 𝕌𝕙𝕙.. 𝕀 𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕤..? " " 𝘿𝙖𝙢𝙣 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 " •─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────• He's explosive. She's quiet. Bakugo Katsuki isn't the type to fall in love-at least, that's what everyone thinks. (Y/n) doesn't believe she's worth anyone's attention, especially not his. But when his harsh voice softens around her, when his eyes linger a little too long, she starts to wonder if maybe she's not imagining it after all. It's a slow, burning kind of love-the kind that hurts before it heals. Inspired by Mitski's "First Love / Late Spring" - a story about quiet devotion, unspoken feelings, and learning to be loved by the person you least expected. 🥇 Bakugouxreader 06/11/25 🥇 myheroacademia 10/11/25 🥇 Bakugo 15/11/25

Where you meet the hot-headed blond in a Fortnite lobby.