I've lived in my quaint world my whole life, same old routine everyday, it was nice. Some would say doing the same thing everyday would get old, and they would bounce off the walls without some change. I used to say they were wrong, that without routine life was pointless, but now I don't. When my life did change, it was like opening my eyes and taking in a deep breath for the first time in a long time. The beginning was a bit rocky but I made some good friends, and went through hell and back to learn what life is really like. My name is Lilith, and this is my story. ⚠️THIS IS NOT DRISTA, SHE ISNT IN THIS STORY⚠️ Complete - Under editing There will be no squeal Following the dreamsmp, some events are inaccurate to fit the plot line Also this is unedited for now and it's probably got shit grammar and some things might not make sense I'm sorry <3 Started- 2/7/21 100 - 2/9/21 200 - 2/11/21 300 - 2/12/21 400 - 2/13/21 500 - 2/14/21 1K! - 2/18/21 5k - 3/6/21 10k - 3/17/21 15k - 3/30/21 20k - 4/15/21 25k - 5/4/21 30k - 6/1/21 35k - 6/29/21 40k -7/26/21 Finished - 8/5/21 50k - 9/17/21

Hawks and y/n are pro hero's. They are also lovers. After an event, hawks doesn't seem like himself anymore. When y/n comes home from a party, she finds hawks doing something that y/n can't take. Y/n runs away to a bridge to find someone there, waiting for her. Will she return back to hawks?? Or join this mysterious person? 🚨I don't own any of the art or characters🚨 (I am currently rewriting this fanfic so the comments under every chapter won't align, also this fic is like a slight Hawks x reader and Dabi x reader)

I don't know why this has so many reads but be sure to check out my other story Laughing Jack x Half Wolf! Reader (Lemon)

You have a dangerous quirk, one that can cause death, one that up until you met Hitoshi Shinsou- you didn't want to use. Its funny how we can draw so much strength and confidence just by being around a certain person. How drastically one person can change you for the better- or the worst.

Merfolk were the very foundation of Shota Aizawa's childhood. Growing up with an absentee mother and a father who worked hard to keep them comfortably afloat, Aizawa found himself growing up faster than most kids his age. Mature beyond his years, he still derived joy from the stories his father would tell him at night. Sitting on the end of his bed, his dad would spin tales of finned creatures who convened with dolphins and wrestled sharks. Shimmering scales and magic that surpassed what was thought to be possible with quirks alone. Stories of seashell hoards and kingdoms built of colorful coral and carefully polished stone. It was one of the few things Shota could look back on and smile. The mere mention of them brought a light feeling to his chest and a shine to his eyes. Though, he never would've thought those myths could be true. (I do NOT own the cover art)