(Todoroki Shoto x Reader x Midoriya Izuku.) Poly! -BOOK ONE of the Lush Life series! *Please point out grammar errors, English isn't my first language. • I had known of the rumors, he was supposed to be a cursed being--something unwanted and maimed. But they never spoke of just how beautiful the man before me actually is. He's utterly breathtaking. And I mean that literally as those eyes are already trained my way--meeting mine to pleasantly showcase one cerulean iris, framed by a darkened scar and mismatched with a murky gray on the other side of his gaze. • There's a yelp that graces my ears, making me jolt as one of the bushes rimming the garden let out a flurry of rustles. • A reluctant Prince, pressured by his father's demands, undertakes the arduous task of selecting a bride. With this generational curse overtaking the left side of his body, he is forsaken by all the realm--a charred product of a quirk marriage. Legally overthrowing the King would require a wife. And his method of finding one to adhere to the old man's wishes? Inviting a cohort of wealthy women to reside within the castle walls for two months, secretly subjecting them to a battery of tests to discern their true character. Among these Ladies is a maiden named (Y/n)--and she's about to throw herself out the nearest fucking window. At the moment, fate seems to enjoy laughing in her face, and to be precise--its breath stinks. When the Lady she had been tending to disappears in pursuit of her own love, the poor servant is sent to take her place and tasked with two crucial rules: maintain her disguise and, above all, DO NOT fall for the damned Prince. • • • Bnha fantasy au~ "Better late than never." Warning: Mentions of gore, improper use of blood/slight cannibalism, light swearing, uncomfortable wording, and bring up of heavy topics without warning/ in humorous manners. Suspicious tension, FLUFF, plot-heavy, and HELLA SLOW BURN. DISCLAIMER: NONE OF THE ART IS MINE

(Ramattra x reader.) • I feel the cool tip press against my chin, tilting my head upwards where I could recognize the feeling of wood smooth against my skin. The cuff on my neck strains against my throat, causing a gasp to draw into my lungs-the forceful lift of my head easily unblocking my airways for just a few moments. My eyes train on the figure overheard, half-lidded and hazy "Thank you.." I manage through a strangled breath. • • The world outside seemed like such a beautiful place. Months ago, (Y/n) had awoken with no memory of her past-mind assumed to be altered as a result of the genome editing attached to her files. Experiments have left her with ethereal wings, an emblem of her existence as a pawn and experiment 495. Every day was the same and she had grown used to the repeated routine-simply basking in the comfort the small window within her room provided and showcasing the landscape outside for curious (e/c) eyes. The opportunity for escape finally arises and in a panicked haze: she seizes it, fleeing the facility that held her captive for so long. A bird finally set free from the confines of the ground. Her newfound freedom takes an unexpected turn when she crosses paths with a formidable omnic. This imposing machine was tainted in shadows and cut out from the deafening chaos surrounding him. Despite every instinct in her body telling her to run, she closed her eyes, allowing the darkness to simply envelope her. • • • Warning: Gore. Please point out grammar errors, English isn't my first language. DISCLAIMER: NONE OF THE ART IN THIS BOOK BELONGS TO ME.

(Shota Aizawa x Mermaid! Reader x Hizashi Yamada) Poly! -BOOK THREE of the Lush Life series! *Please point out grammar errors, English isn't my first language. • One second, two seconds and the world had gone silent. Dark irises of the richest andesite meet mine, half-lidded gaze suddenly widening to silently showcase his own surprise. His hand is rough to the touch, just as I had presumed--calloused palm grazing over my skin so agonizingly slow. The feeling is coarse and his voice meets my ears in the same grainy manner, volume dropping to barely above a whisper when those sable brows furrow into a more annoyed expression. "Caught you." The man bites out, water trickling down his soaked figure and filling my senses with that lovely petrichor. 'Oh, fuck..' • • She had been perfectly fine within her solitude. Basking in the depths of the watery domain and completely unseen by human eyes, (Y/n) nurtures the creatures of the forest with lush foliage--her only ambience being the splashes of her movement and the gentle murmurs of creatures around her. Sadly, all peace doesn't last forever and that's evident when a grumpy man bursts through the thick greenery surrounding her pond. Crash landing and being stranded with his now injured gryphon--he seeks refuge beside the seemingly tranquil lake nestled amidst the dense forests. However, as strange occurrences begin to unfold around his campsite and his gryphon grows increasingly restless--his suspicions are drawn to their peak when things start going missing. Bound by circumstance and propelled by curiosity, the three are dragged into a journey of discovery when another lost soul goes out in search of his missing friend; A story where the bonds of understanding become a bridge between their separate worlds. • • • Bnha fantasy au~ "Fear of what one cannot understand." Warning: Mentions of gore, abuse, and swearing. Suspicious tension, FLUFF, slow burn, slice of life,and minor-plot

(Kirishima Eijiro x Reader x Bakugo Katsuki.) Poly! -BOOK TWO of the Lush Life series! *Please point out grammar errors, English isn't my first language. • "This shitty-ass hunter better be worth all of this bullshit." Bakugo grunts, letting the red head lean his weight onto his side while dragging the winged man off into the forest. The Dragon draws in a harsh intake of air "Trust me, I think she will be." He huffs, letting a sharp-toothed grin spread across his grimacing features. The blood continued to drip from his nails, leaving a scent that led far off into the woods and belonged to the very Hunter that had just saved his life. • • "The Hunter." was the title townsfolk had named their masked helper-a hooded figure that bore the ability to step in and out of the forbidden woods alive. And the name (Y/n) had come to recognize as hers. Silent and concealed, hiding her identity and ducking away when others curiosity's begin to peak through. Helping starving people was all she had intended to do and if it meant she had to deliver her catches with a hood over her head to conceal her face-she didn't mind. But after delivering another successful hunt through the woods where even the sun doesn't dare glimpse, names are nailed to the bounty boards and she is surprised to see her cover name now planted throughout villages. A high ransom had tied itself to her and now the hunter is slowly becoming the hunted as many people seek for the reward sewn onto her cloaked figure. One day after a swift encounter in the woods left her bleeding, two assumed 'Bounty Hunters' step into the tavern and when a questioning glance connects with two sets of crimson eyes. (Y/n) had seen them. And they saw her too. • • • Bnha fantasy au. Warning: Mentions of violence, nudity, detailed gore and swearing (only for the first few chapters because it's Katsuki Bakugo, he eases up after a while.) Forced proximity, tension, FLUFF, and slow burn. NO ART IS MINE

(Vampire!Shoto Todoroki x reader) • "Seriously.." I huffed, carrying the books in one hand while I shoved open the door to the vampires room and walked right in. "Hey! Where is the-" In an instant, an object came hurling at me- Embedding itself into the wall next where my head would've been if I hadn't ducked farther into the room, dropping the books I've been carrying around. 'Is that.. Ice?' • • She didn't know what happened. Waking up in an unfamiliar world with no memory was definitely not fun. And of course she is judged for reasons unknown to her, unjustly being taken and sold soon after. All of it wasn't fair and worst of all, she has to now deal with the threat of a vampire watching her every move. Treading on thin ice isn't easy when you would rather be running through a field of flowers bare footed- You would rather bleed for flowers than shiver on this cursed ice. • • • This is a bnha au. Please forgive me, English isn't my first language. The storyline is based off a webcomic I read 'The Maid and The Vampire' so of course not everything belongs to me. I'm just writing it. Warning: Mentions of blood, violence, and being up of sensitive topics without warning (half the time) DISCLAIMER: NONE OF THE ART IN THIS BOOK BELONGS TO ME.

(Ghost!Izuku Midoriya x Reader.) • He's staring down at me with those dead eyes holding a calm expression. I let out a chuckle, weakly bringing my hand up to wave at him "Hey, Izuku." The name drips from my lips in a pained attempt of greeting, a lopsided smile now dragging across my features. • • Izuku Midoriya. A boy who had committed suicide in 1958. (Y/n) has heard so little about him, but that's what made his 'case' so interesting. Track, Hunt, and Kill what should've stayed dead; It's her job, so she didn't expect anything out of the ordinary. But when she moves to Musutafu searching for this angry ghost, she's surprised to find a boy, dressed in the same charred clothes he had died in. Izuku has killed any and every person to ever step into the house he had once called his home, over fifty years ago. So it's safe to say death also awaits her too. Right? • • • Warning: Bring up dark topics with no warning. High mentions of Suicide, Swearing and Murder. Please point out grammar errors, English isn't my first language. -This book is based off of a novel I had read a while ago.

(Soldier!Eijiro Kirishima x Reader.) • "Do you pledge to protect the Lady with your life?" The Duke repeats and for a moment, those crimson eyes flickering to me before settling back on the man in the throne above. "Yes sir, I do." He answers, finally kneeling and bowing his head respectfully. • • With a mission suddenly pressed into the palm of her hand, (Y/n) is sent off to use her quirk to aid a far away kingdom requesting help. And along with her comes her newly-made guards with their own mission: Protect and Deliver, until they make it to their awaiting destination. Bumps are cast throughout this road, earning a few lengthy stares and curious chatter along the way- So let's bring to light a new question: What happens when a rare-quirked aristocrat meets a common soldier? • • • This is a bnha au. Warning: Mentions of violence, swearing and suggestive moments. (I rob you.) Suspicious Tension. Please point out grammar errors, English isn't my first language. DISCLAIMER: NONE OF THE ART IN THIS BOOK BELONGS TO ME.

(Hunter!Tamaki Amajiki x reader.) • With another cup of his hands, he brings the water up to drink before pausing- Dark eyes trailing over the reflection dancing along the surface of the liquid. Curious (e/c) eyes stare from a tree nearby, her body coiling back into the leaves- And with furrowed brows, he takes a sip from the water before standing and grabbing his bow again. • • Tamaki Amajiki is part of the Big Three. Meaning he is one of the top ranked dragon hunters in the academy. When a letter comes in, requesting help from them specifically- He doesn't expect to have to do much, just fight alongside the townsfolk during attacks and take down as many dragons as possible. That is, until he arrives and is assigned to kill the offspring of lightning and death herself. With a few lengthy stares and many unanswered questions, she slips through his hands- (E/c) eyes constantly cautious until he turns his back and her curiosity burns through. 'What an odd human.' Who knew taking one dragon down would be so hard? • • • -This is a bnha au. -I don't own httyd. Warning: Mentions of death, blood. Please point out grammar errors, English isn't my first language. DISCLAIMER: NONE OF THE ART IN THIS BOOK BELONGS TO ME.

(Mezo Shoji x reader.) • "Just.. Hold still, I'm here to help." His voice meets my ears in a calming manner and my side presses up against the cold bars, curling away from the threat. Short and ragged breaths make their way into my strained lungs. "Hurts.." I huff, only to jolt as his fingers brush against me-he's reaching over to undo the straps along my head while his free hand idly ran a comforting thumb over the side of my face. "I know, just hold still." • • They say: pride always comes before the fall. (Y/n) had grown used to the cycle of running and fleeing with movements as graceful as a fox. From the very moment she entered this world, her life had been marked by a cruel bounty etched into her very skin-a quirk like hers, while unique and beautiful, offered no guarantees of safety. It was a reality she had come to accept. And that's what led her to a cage, eyes trained on the world outside as it slipped off into the darkness. Every product is sectioned into its own category. A color that marked either their value.. Or caution. He was an odd sight, large and terrifying to the eye-his imposing stature created dread that stretched far along his surroundings. Yet, it was his touch that proved to be the gentlest (Y/n) had ever felt. • • • Warning: Violence, human trafficking, starvation and rude language Please point out grammar errors, English isn't my first language. DISCLAIMER: NONE OF THE ART IN THIS BOOK BELONGS TO ME.