Vex, {Y/N}, is a feral mutant whose big-cat-like mutation gives her heightened senses, claws, fangs, accelerated healing, and the instincts of a predator. Unfortunately, she also has a bad habit of deliberately pissing off Wolverine, among other things. Logan has an even worse habit: enjoying it. When mutants with regenerative, sensory, and animalistic abilities begin disappearing, Vex and Logan are repeatedly paired together to track them down. Their shared heightened senses, and shared proximity, makes them dangerously effective partners and makes hiding their attraction from each other nearly impossible. Constant bickering quickly becomes something far more physical. The rules are simple: no expectations, no feelings, and absolutely no pretending this is anything more than fun. Easy. Except Logan knows Vex by heartbeat alone. She can find him by scent in a crowded mansion. Their instincts keep pulling them together, and somewhere between stolen coffee, heated sparring matches, dangerous missions, and increasingly questionable definitions of "casual," their arrangement starts looking suspiciously like something neither of them knows how to handle. And when the people hunting mutants decide Vex is easier prey than Wolverine, they're about to learn a very important lesson: Some bad habits bite back.
Five years vanished in an instant. When {y/n} returned from the Blip, she came back different: stronger, dangerous, and wielding powers she never asked for. Now an alien civilization believes she carries something left behind by the Infinity Stones, and they’ve come to take it. Caught between a cosmic conspiracy, a superhero identity she absolutely did not choose, and Bucky Barnes, the dangerously attractive super-soldier teaching her how to fight, {y/n} has a lot to survive. Somehow, the aliens might be the easy part.
Moving to Gotham was supposed to be about the job. As the newest conservator at the Gotham Museum of Art, {y/n} Bennett expects ancient artifacts, impossible deadlines, and maybe a little culture shock. She does not expect an ordinary trip to the grocery store to end with a handsome stranger named Bruce, a shared umbrella, and his number in her phone. She definitely doesn't expect to discover that Bruce is Bruce Wayne. But while their flirtation quickly becomes something far hotter and far more serious, {y/n}'s work uncovers a mystery of its own. An ancient Greek incense burner contains traces of a forgotten psychoactive ritual and a concealed inscription someone was never meant to find. Someone in Gotham is very interested in what it says. A museum break-in brings Batman crashing into her life. A charming academic named Jonathan keeps appearing at increasingly suspicious moments. And the deeper {y/n} digs into the artifact's connection to fear, the more dangerous the line between obsession, hallucination, and reality becomes. The worst part? She's falling in love with Bruce Wayne. And somewhere between midnight investigations and conversations in the dark, she's beginning to feel something for Batman too. Two men. Two secrets. One increasingly complicated heart. In Gotham, everyone wears a mask. Some are just harder to see.
For years, {y/n} has hunted beside Sam and Dean Winchester through demons, angels, apocalypses, and enough near-death experiences to make personal boundaries practically nonexistent. When Dean disappeared into Purgatory, she spent an entire year refusing to stop looking for him. Now they finally have something dangerously close to a normal life in the Men of Letters bunker. Then {y/n} walks into Dean's bedroom without knocking. One extremely embarrassing encounter, several days alone together, and a teasing comment pushed one step too far later, the line between best friends and something much more complicated disappears completely. They make three rules: it was a mistake, it can't happen again, and Sam can never know. Only one of those rules survives. But with fallen angels, monsters, demons, and secrets threatening the family they've built, hiding who they're sleeping with might be the easy part. Because Dean and {y/n} have spent years pretending they're just family. Now they have to pretend this doesn't mean anything.
Y/N has known Thomas Shelby her entire life. They grew up together on Watery Lane, before France turned Tommy into the man Birmingham learned to fear. While the Shelby brothers fought overseas, Y/N lost her family and found another in Polly Gray and the Shelby business. By 1919, she and Tommy know each other better than almost anyone, or so he thinks. When a Shelby job goes wrong and one perfectly placed shot from Y/N's rifle saves Tommy's life, he realizes the girl who's always been beside him became a woman he somehow failed to notice. Now Tommy can't seem to stop looking. A Peaky Blinders childhood-friends-to-lovers slow burn filled with family, danger, jealousy, and years of feelings neither of them has dared to name.
Three weeks ago, {y/n} witnessed something she was never supposed to see. Now she's hiding in a small Virginia town under another name, with dark hair, a loaded gun, and absolutely no intention of going back to New York. Then Frank Castle walks into her shop. The Punisher is hunting the same corrupt cops who want her dead, and he thinks {y/n} knows more than she's telling him. He's right. When the men hunting Frank follow him straight to her hiding place, the fragile life she's built in Virginia is blown apart in an instant. Forced onto the road with Frank, {y/n} has to decide whether to disappear all over again or finally turn around and face the people hunting her. Unfortunately, that means trusting one of the most dangerous men in New York. Frank Castle is violent, guarded, infuriating, and entirely too easy to look at. {y/n} is stubborn, armed, keeping secrets, and discovers very quickly that provoking the Punisher might be her new favorite hobby. They're supposed to be uncovering a conspiracy. They're definitely not supposed to start sleeping together. And they are absolutely not supposed to catch feelings. But somewhere between corrupt cops, stolen evidence, motel rooms, gunfire, and a strictly-no-strings arrangement that fools exactly no one, the rules of engagement start changing.
