A Tamaki Amajiki x curvy female reader fanfic (These characters are aged up and are pro heroes) It's Halloween! Mirio is throwing a costume party at his penthouse. He invites anyone he can! Even the former students of class 1-A, which you were a part of. There's dancing, games, drinks, and even karaoke! Awesome right? Well, yes! Until... Mirio has a little bit too much to drink and pulls Tamaki to the karaoke machine to try and get him to sing. Remembering how the elf looking boy reacted to introducing himself to your class back in your UA days, you knew that this is something that he is not comfortable with. What will you do? Do you help the shy boy, or do you let things play out on their own? Read to find out!

A world, in which, when you turn 15, you get a mark on your forearm, 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕜. Not all people have it, giving many the freedom of choosing their lover. But the ones who do have it, either have a pure loving relationship, or a pure hateful one, rarely being a hate-love one. Usually, you would get only one soulmate, but a few rare cases of having 2 of them, having 3 being ultra rare. But, what happens when Kirishima, Todoroki, Bakugo and Midoriya have four soulmates? Would they love their last piece? Or would they hate her? Will contain Polyamorous relationships. (dUh) Contains swearing. 13+ (contains kissing) There will be some side-ships like Iida x Ocha, Momo x Jiro, Aizawa x Hizashi, Monoma x Kendo x Tetsu, Tsu x Tokoyami, Toru x Ojiro, Shinso x Denki, Nejire x Tamaki x Mirio (I ship the three, okay?), Mt. Lady x Kamui woods, Dabi x Toga, Sero x Mina.

"Where the hell am I?!" He yelled out as he frantically ran around the unfamiliar forest. "Calm down, princes." A subtle, almost calming, voice said from beyond the trees. He stopped dead in his tracks upon the unfamiliar voice. He turned around slowly to meet the eyes of a girl. Her eyes looked dull in the low light, sunken in, he noticed several cuts and gashes that lied on her skin like tattoos. Bandages ran up her arm and dried mud splattered on her legs. "Who are you?" He asked cautiously, afraid of the beaten-up stranger in front of him. "I'm Y/N. Welcome to the Game."

You were Leaving school going to you're work since you work for ceo of Fashion, you never really got a break you live alone and you're parents had died when you were 17. When you were on you're way to work someone pushes you into the allyway and the bump into someone as they knock you out with some type of sleeping gas.