"Any last words Hero?" "Do you like to breathe?" [Y/n] transfers to UA in her second year and quickly solidifies her position as one to watch, especially in the eyes of the resident angry boy, Bakugou Katsuki. [Y/n] must come to terms with her power, her past and her heart all while something sinister simmers under the surface, threatening to bring down the heroes. *Warnings* - Strong language (because well Bakugou) - Love shapes - Violence - Dark themes - Sexy time This fanfiction exists in UA's second year and events up to the winter internship manga chapters have occurred. Future events are fictional with LOV in the far far background. All BNHA characters are property of Kōhei Horikoshi. Story is complete. Any updates are just grammatical edits. Highest Rankings #1 bakugou #1 bakugo #2 katsuki #1 bakugouxreader #1 bakugoxreader #1 bakugoukatsuki #1 katsukibakugou #1 myheroacademia #1 bnhafanfiction

-18+ FIC- Y/N is a quirkless artist, working in the backstreets in a tattoo studio owned by herself. It's a pretty uneventful life of drawing, cleaning, sorting out admin and going home to eat and sleep. Until a chance encounter with the feathered hero himself: Hawks. Her stance towards the heros and government isn't the kindest, especially working in an industry that is still strongly looked down upon, so his presence isn't welcome. Drawn to the quirkless woman, Hawks makes excuses to come and visit her whenever he can, but when she starts warming up to him and her past starts arising, can Hawks handle it? *** *Please note this fic has preset hair and eye colours- This is to run with the story line.* #1 in Hawks.

Tom Riddle does not get distracted. He observes. He calculates. He controls. So when [Y/N] refuses to react to him, refuses to fear him, admire him, or play along, she becomes a problem. A variable. And Tom Riddle does not ignore variables. What starts as forced collaboration turns into something far more dangerous: proximity without resistance, tension without resolution, and choices neither of them fully intended to make. She doesn't chase him. She doesn't submit. She doesn't lie. And that makes her... relevant. But in a world where control is everything, trust becomes the most dangerous variable of all. And some outcomes... cannot be undone. - Not going to be a happy ending. - Disclaimer: I do not own any of the canon characters, settings, or universe featured in this story. They belong to their rightful creators. I only claim ownership of my original characters and any unique plot elements added.

I didn't ask to be involved. Wrong place. Wrong time. That's all it took to end up on Leon S. Kennedy's radar... and once you're there, you don't just disappear. At first, it's just questions. Just a case. Until it isn't. Now I'm a target. And staying alive means staying close to him.. inside his space, under his rules, where "temporary" starts to feel like something else entirely. He's observant. Controlled. Annoyingly hard to read. The kind of man who notices everything... including me. I push. He pushes back harder. I deflect with sarcasm. He calls me out on it. And somewhere between close calls, late nights, and being a little too comfortable in his apartment... the lines start to blur. This wasn't supposed to be anything more than survival. So why does it feel like I'm the one losing control? And why does he look at me like I'm something he shouldn't want.. ...but isn't walking away from? - Mature because of blood and gun violence. - A slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers romance with tension, forced proximity, and a man who definitely should walk away... but doesn't. - Disclaimer: I do not own any of the canon characters, settings, or universe featured in this story. They belong to their rightful creators. I only claim ownership of my original characters and any unique plot elements added.