Raquel Christina is having her enemy Bad Bunny's baby after a drunken night.

Three spies balance their daily lives as GSU students, shopping, dating, and enjoying the sights of Atlanta with their secret lives as agents of Global American Law Enforcement Organization Agency, or GALOA, dedicated to fighting crime and the forces of evil wherever in the world they hide.

Roxie Werner, a pop punk superstar from Calgary, Canada, has to balance her life of being a pop star doing concerts and shows with her secret life of being an agent of AGATE, where she fights supervillains, terrorists and organized crime. Popstar by day, Secret agent by night, Roxie is ready to Rock and Roll.

This is a Radiostatic fic centered around Alastor and Vox, set right after Season 2. Vox has lost everything, his body, his influence, his control.. and now exists only in fragments across Hell's systems (still has his head though), quietly rebuilding himself through abandoned networks and broken screens. He's not gone. Just... not whole. Alastor, meanwhile, is back at the hotel, freer than ever. No deals. No limits. And when he notices the strange signal disturbances spreading through Hell, he doesn't stop them. He watches. New Entertainment, innit? Things go wrong when Vox attempts a full signal synchronization to restore himself-and Alastor obviously interferes, not to help, but to dominate. Instead of one winning, something breaks. They create "Dead Air": a layer between signals made of corrupted broadcasts and overlapping identities. And inside it, something new begins forming.. something that wants both of them. Now Vox must reclaim the parts of himself trapped inside it, while Alastor tries to understand it without losing control. Forced cooperation, tension, and very bad decisions included.

This story is set in 1960s: A young paperboy named Tommy falls in love with a boy, Patrick, who works at a local diner

Three young hopefuls in the Olympia training program train to become field grade soldiers to help save the city from killer trolls

Amon-Raeth. The Golden Sovereign. The god of the Sun, Desert, and Inferno. ​Now, he is the price of his own greed. Stripped of his light and his golden throne by the Council of Firmament, he is exiled to the very sands he once scorched with indifference. Adorning pale skin and human hunger, Raeth must navigate a world that has forgotten his face but still bears the scars of his reign. ​He is a man haunted by a "redemption" he does not understand, forced into a journey through shifting dunes, treacherous silks, and buried temples. Finding unlikely allies in those he once looked down upon and discovering that desperation is a knife. ​As the lines between his divine past and his fragile present begin to blur, Amon-Raeth must decide if he is truly seeking a way back to his throne, or if the light he finds in the dust is more precious than the fire he left in the clouds.

Reborn in a world of heroes and villains, Y/N should have had the chance for a fresh start. But fate is a cruel writer. At just one month old, she witnesses her new world shatter into pieces-and with it, the barrier to powers no human should ever possess. Y/N is no ordinary child. Voices echo in her mind. Her Quirk isn't a gift; it's an archive of pain. Every time she uses her power, she risks drowning in the bloody memories of those who died in other worlds. Between the relentless training at U.A. High and the constant fear of losing control, only one question remains: Can you be a hero when you bear the shadows of killers and victims on your skin? "I never wanted people to see me as a monster. But how can you remain human when you carry a thousand deaths within you?" All characters belong to kohei horikoshi

Mya gets dumped the first day of high school. She tries to stay friends with her ex boyfriend's best friend Kyle

She built walls to survive betrayal. He learned to be invisible to avoid judgment. Two broken people. One impossible pull. Amelia Harper doesn't trust love-not after it was used as a weapon against her. She believed in forever-in real love, the kind you'd fight for. But one cruel betrayal, a secret she never told, shattered that belief. Not all at once. Now she doesn't flirt. Doesn't chase. Doesn't fall. Not because she's cold-but because she's learned the truth: Love fades. People lie. And men? Not worth the risk. Dylan Brooks doesn't believe he's worthy of it-not when he's spent his life being the forgotten one. He's tired of pretending. Tired of shallow feelings and deeper expectations. They both believe love is just a thing people use to feel something. To touch. To be touched. To escape loneliness. Not real. Not lasting. Not for them. The kind of connection that breaks walls. The kind that demands surrender. But falling in love when you've been broken before? When trust feels like a risk you can't afford? When every touch feels like standing at the edge of something that could destroy you? That's the hardest thing either of them has ever done. Love isn't a riddle with easy answers. And some scars don't heal just because you want them to. But maybe-just maybe-being broken doesn't mean you can't be whole with someone else. A slow-burn romance about two people learning they're enough. --- Berlin. Financial corruption. Found families. Silent gestures that speak louder than words. Updates: Every Sunday Mature themes | Slow Burn | Dual POV | Emotional Depth | He Fell First, She Fell Harder