HIGHEST RANKING #1 in XReader [12/23/18] #1 in izukuxreader [12/23/18] #1 in myheroacademia [12/23/18] #5 in midoriyaxreader [12/23/18] --- "Why do you think I'm here, Izuku?" "To heal me?" "No." "Why then?" "I'm here to take a kiss from you." It was unlikely for a healer to be stubborn and cold, given the nature of your grandma, Recovery Girl who was pretty caring and kind. Although your words weren't the nicest thing to hear, for him it was melody from an angel. After advancing and skipping several grades, you graduated from a private tutor that was hired for you and got your work on U.A. You became a nurse and sidekick and rookie hero for your own grandma under the name of Seraph, the Angel Hero. It's not that you had a halo or wings, but your hands that can heal wounds and injuries. Although you can heal using your hands, just like your grandmother, the effect is much stronger if you kiss the injured individual. Though the method that was mentioned was something you avoided to do, because of an unbreakable promise you made to your parents before they died. A promise that you broke for him.

"KNOWLEDGE IS POWER, BUT IGNORANCE IS BLISS." Naomi Swanson is fresh out of college, working as an assistant in a small paper supply company and inhaling coffee by the gallons. When an accident knocked her out, Naomi woke up in a world she had only seen through screens. Armed only with her phone and a questionable data plan, Naomi attempts not to be killed as she comes face-to-face with the Avengers, and so much more. Winner in Fanfiction Category | Watty Awards 2020 Cover by @zaramartinez- Spanish Translation available: @CrazyCattGirl French Translation available: @chrisebass Infinity War Spoilers! Disclaimer: Some explicit language will be used throughout this book. Do not read if you cannot handle light swearing. No sexual content. Disclaimer pt. 2: I do not own Marvel or any of the characters aside from Naomi Swanson. (Don't sue me Disney.)

She was cunning, she was clever, she was untouchable. She was one to be feared, she herself, was fearless. During the war, she was their silent assassin. Their spy. Their savior. But now, the war is over. There is no need for Specials. There is no need for this girl any longer. The girl that was more constantly referred to as a weapon, rather than a human being. Of course, there were others just like her. Though they had become "De-specialized" after the war. They lost their cunning. Their cleverness. Their Specialness. And now? Now, they were average. One procedure, one day, and now they were weak. Useless. But not the girl. She had decided to stay the way she was, the way they had made her. The way they had constructed her. "You cannot stay in society they way you are now," they told her. She was still hostile. Still clever. Still deadly. She needed to learn control. But where? The government did not want her; did not need her. She waited for months on end as they searched for the perfect place to hide their little experiment from the eyes of the prying world. 8 months passed by the time they finally found it. Arkham asylum, located directly near a crime riddled city by the name of Gotham. No one would believe the crazies if they happened to witness what she was capable of. No one would question the increase in deaths if she happened to escape. She was shipped off the next morning. Ready or not, here she comes. *UNDER EDITING* (This story happens after The Dark Knight, while Joker is in the asylum. There will be appearances from Scarecrow, Riddler, Catwoman, etc. The main character is supposed to originate from The Uglies Trilogy by Scott Westerfield. So this is a mixed fan fiction. Nothing will come from The Uglies Trilogy except her physical characteristics. I own nothing except my original character and the plot). (Beautiful cover art by invisiblyinked) :D

(Y/N) (L/N) grew up in Gotham City's criminal world, but after a life-changing ordeal, she decided to turn to a better life. The secret that (Y/N) hides is that she misses the adrenaline rush she used to get running around the dangerous streets, yet she knows she has no immediate way of getting back to it. One day at work, (Y/N) gets handed the file of Gotham's most notorious villain, and suddenly her path clicks in to place. She devises a plan and counts on the Clown Prince to help her out for a favor in return, but how can there be trust in an interaction with such crooked minds? {Mature Content}