Fire and ice were never meant to touch. They were never meant to need each other, either. But when a runaway waterbender infiltrates the royal palace to assassinate a notoriously untouchable Fire Lord, you quickly discovers that your freezing hands are the only thing keeping him sane. Seducing the enemy was step one. Not falling for him was step two. You're about to fail both. - Art credit to drakonoart WARNING: OBSESSIVE, POSSESSIVE, SPOILERS, MANIPULATION, ETC. [Zuko x Fem!Reader]

In the Fire Nation, every future is decided long before it is spoken aloud. [Y/n] grew up inside that certainty, trained not as a warrior or a ruler, but as a strategist shaped to stand beside the next Fire Lord and quietly help guide the course of an empire. However, after his uncle's execution for opposing Fire Lord Ozai, his family is forced into exile, and the boy who once studied Pai Sho across from Crown Prince Zuko vanishes from court life entirely. Zuko, once a frustrated boy who hated losing at games he didn't yet understand, grows into a scarred banished prince searching for his place in a world that rejected him before finally returning to his destined role as Fire Lord. The memory of those childhood matches, of a calm boy who always seemed to see too many moves ahead, fades into something almost unreal. Almost. Almost a decade later, everything changes when their paths collide again. Because some games never truly end. They only wait for the players to return. [Cover art by @AjtaiV9M4iMxtyq on Twitter] [Originally a Zuko x OC story with my OC Raiken, but changed to male reader]

"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.

"𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶... 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯." The Fire Nation was only supposed to be a vacation spot-a place for family memories and spicy street food. But when (Y/N) manages to get hopelessly lost and stumbles directly into the path of the Avatar and his legendary friends, her "quiet family outing" turns into a race to save the world from an ancient threat. As an Earthbender whose skills rival the greatest masters, (Y/N) is a whirlwind of wit and chaos that the Gaang never saw coming. But it's the arrival of the Fire Lord that changes everything. Zuko is used to the weight of a crown and the coldness of politics, but he isn't prepared for a girl who isn't afraid to scare Sokka half to death or challenge the Fire Lord to a duel just for the fun of it.

Lan Ying, courtesy name Shanli, known by her title name "Chengsu-Ji," is one of the Three Jades of Lan, alongside her two older brothers, Lan Wangji and Lan Xichen. She believed that everything would eventually be okay. As long as she had her friends and family by her side, perhaps the wounds of her traumatizing past would someday heal. She believed that, one day, she would be able to forget everything she had endured-as long as she was with the person she loved. However, an unexpected person will reappear in her life. Someone she never thought she would see again. Someone she believed had died during the Sunshot Campaign. Will this person help Lan Ying finally move on from her past and heal from her trauma? Or will their unexpected return only reopen wounds she thought had already begun to heal? A year after the death of Jin Guangyao at Guanyin Temple, Lan Ying's journey takes an unexpected turn. Together with her friends and the younger generation of cultivators, she embarks on a thrilling-and often hilarious-adventure filled with mysteries, cultivation, danger, and memories of the past. --- This fanfiction is a continuation of the novel, with the story still focusing primarily on the senior generation, particularly Lan Ying and Jiang Cheng, while also giving plenty of attention to the juniors. Although romance plays an important role between the two main characters, the story is not solely centered around their relationship. It also explores friendships, family, cultivation, adventures, humor, and the bonds between both generations of cultivators. This fanfiction is especially dedicated to Jiang Cheng, who deserves more love, understanding, and appreciation. He deserves far more than the hate he often receives. Started: February 12, 2021

"𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞? 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞?" "𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞? 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐱 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞." ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 in which a grouchy vampire is unwittingly wrapped around the finger of a very stupid cupid [ begins season 2 ] [ side buffy x omc]

in which the war is over, the world is healing, and Y/N - last surviving female airbender, Aang's sister in every way that matters - is very good at pretending she doesn't know what Zuko looks at her like. He knew from the start. She knew from the start. Two years of careful distance and one postscript from Aang later - Zuko is done being careful. P.S. heavily inspired by a Zuko edit -and the avatar movie -that lived on my FYP rent free until I had no choice but to write this. you know the one.

They always said she was the best. The strongest. The fastest. But mostly the one who never flinched. The one who didn't hesitate to pull the trigger. The place she grew up in didn't just teach her how to fight. It taught her how to be empty. No pain. No fear. No mercy. They called that strength. But it wasn't strength. It was programming. Something she couldn't control. She remembers his voice. cold, calculating. "You don't need to be a person Anya. You need to be a weapon." But what if she didn't want that? . . . After escaping from the Red Room, Anya Kurozaki somehow found herself on the path to becoming a hero. But the one thing she never expected...was falling in love with a certain ash-blonde boy along the way. Well, you know what they say - life has a way of surprising you. -------- Bakugo x Black Widow inspired OC. *Slowburn* Highest ranks: #1 in bakugo #1 in myheroacademia #1 in aizawa #1 in anime #2 in bokunohero

Faye Scamander was never dangerous. She was the girl who handed out biscuits like blessings, chatted with portraits, rescued injured creatures, and left wildflowers on desks simply because it felt kind. And somehow, Draco Malfoy noticed her anyway. Draco had been raised in a castle of cold rules and colder expectations. Faye had grown up in a cottage overflowing with warmth and wonder. He had been taught that softness was weakness. She had been raised to believe that softness saved people. They should have stayed worlds apart. Instead, they kept colliding-his armour against her gentleness, his silence against her small-magic courage. And somewhere between a flower she gave him, a biscuit he pretended not to want, and the moments they lingered without meaning to- everything shifted. Because some spells were loud and destructive. But the ones that changed a life? They were always the small things no one saw coming

She walks forward, step by step, though the path ahead is veiled in mist. She does not know where it leads-only that she must move, must keep moving, even as the weight of yesterday clings to her like a ghost. Her voice is gone, stolen by time or tragedy-she can't remember which. Her loved ones have vanished like fleeting dreams, and happiness is nothing more than a word she once knew. All that remains is the color red. A memory. A feeling. A thread she cannot unravel. And then, him. A silent figure in the distance, watching with eyes like embers, their glow steady in the dark. Not unkind. Not cruel. Just seeing her in a way no one else ever has. She doesn't know why she steps closer. Perhaps it is the way those eyes linger, the way they speak without words, the way they remind her that even in silence, something-someone-can still listen. A reminder that she doesn't only have to love - but can be loved in return. ▬ bakugo x reader ▬ status; ongoing