Ella Smith, princess of the Velaris Kingdom. Nicholas Williams, prince of the Merralith. They belong to rival kingdoms that seek a reason to call a truce. What could be better than a wedding for both future heirs? Princess Ella and Prince Nicholas. But what happens when the Williams aren't as pure as they seem and plan to assassinate Princess Ella. By the hands of Prince Nicholas himself. Things take a twisted turn when they fall in love. It's love against kingdoms. It's love against orders. It's two against all. . . . WARNING- These places aren't real so don't judge their names, please

You are the Librarian-the Keeper of the Cleaners' HQ archives, responsible for preserving records of missions, weapons, etc. You live a quiet, controlled life, surrounded by paper and silence... until Enjin keeps walking in. Smirking. Teasing. Borrowing files he doesn't need. You've been here before-tangled with him in the sheets, burned by him. Every time you let him in, he disappears back into chaos. "Still pretending you don't miss me, Ms. Librarian?" He leans on your desk like he owns it, smirking like he remembers everything he shouldn't. You tell yourself you're over it. Over him. But fire has a memory. Once it's lit, it remembers how to burn. You are no damsel. You've fought beside the Cleaners before...and if the mission demands it, you'll fight again. Only this time, not just in the battlefield .💋 #1 Gachiakuta 10/17/25

You had mourned him. You had a whole life after him, after the gut-wrenching news that the boy you once loved-the reckless, vibrant Robin-was gone forever. Gotham was a city of ghosts, and his was the one you were determined to leave behind. But Gotham has a way of pulling back what it claims. Years later, a familiar voice in the quiet of the library stops you cold. Turning, you find a ghost made flesh. Jason Todd is alive. He's older, harder, marked by a white streak in his hair and a weight in his eyes that tells a story you weren't there to read. "Long time no see," he says, his gaze a tangible touch, stirring up memories you thought were buried. The past isn't dead. It's standing right in front of you, asking for a second chance you never thought you'd get.