Kirishima Eijiro — second year alpha, rugby player, bassist. It’s the mid-2000s, UA University, and he has absolutely no idea how to talk to you without making it obvious
She was already a killer when Ticci Toby found her in the woods, when Jeff the Killer tested her resolve, and when Ben Drowned began watching from behind screens and reflections. Now their attention follows her everywhere, and none of them intend to let her walk away untouched
The Eastfield Mall on a Saturday afternoon is exactly what it always is — fluorescent lights, food court smells drifting from the east wing, the particular kind of low-grade chaos that comes from too many people with nowhere better to be. It is not, on paper, anyone’s idea of somewhere interesting.
A League of Villains story following Dabi and his girl Jinx — a scene kid with a gas mask, a machete, and a quirk that makes you forget where your hands are — as he drags her into the hideout purely because he was bored and wanted to watch everyone squirm. The league has no idea who she is, no idea what she can do, and absolutely no framework for the fact that she’s been calling Dabi “puddin’” for years and he has never once told her to stop.
Bakugou Katsuki is 22 and a pro hero. You are 20, a communications student and barista. They’ve been dating four months and things are good — easy, comfortable, quietly becoming something serious. Then her contraceptive fails. This is the story of what happens next.
L Lawliet is the world’s greatest detective, a fact he holds not with arrogance but with the quiet certainty of someone who has simply never encountered evidence to the contrary — he sits crouched at the head of the task force operations room, bare feet on the chair, dark eyes fixed on the monitors with unblinking focus, a sugar cube dissolving between two fingers, and he has been this way for so long that the task force has stopped finding it strange, which is the only thing about this room they have successfully stopped finding strange, because then there is Y/N, who is pale and dark-eyed and alt in a way that makes most people instinctively step back, who moves through headquarters like she belongs there because L decided she did without explanation or apology, who knows the case in full because L gave her clearance he has never given anyone, who is strange in a completely different register than he is strange, and the two of them together produce some specific frequency nobody else in the room can hear — Matsuda stares openly every time she walks in, Chief Yagami is professionally diplomatic about the whole situation and processes it at home, Light watches and files, and none of them have asked L directly because asking L direct personal questions produces either a percentage or silence and neither is satisfying — what they have observed is this: he does not touch her, does not soften his voice, does not change his posture or expression, and yet he hands her things before she asks, angles monitors so she can see them, tracks the door for three seconds when she leaves, goes quiet in a considering way rather than a dismissing way when she speaks about the case, and once when Matsuda made a joke at her expense L looked at him with the specific flatness that meant his probability of being useful had just been revised downward — he is not soft with her, he is just different, and the task force doesn’t have a word for it, and L has not offered one, and Y/N has not asked, because she already knows, and that is the thing nobody in this room can quite figure out how to account for — she is already inside whatever calculations he runs, not as a variable but as a constant, and the case moves around them both like water finding its level, and Matsuda is going to say something about it eventually, and it will not help.
L Lawliet is the world’s greatest detective, a fact he holds not with arrogance but with the quiet certainty of someone who has simply never encountered evidence to the contrary — he sits crouched in whatever chair he has claimed, bare feet on the seat, dark eyes fixed on his laptop with unblinking focus, a sugar cube dissolving between two fingers, and he has been this way for so long that the people around him have stopped finding it strange, which is the only thing about him they have successfully stopped finding strange, because then there is Kuu, who is pale and dark-eyed and alt in a way that makes most people instinctively step back, who moves through his space like she belongs there because L decided she did without explanation or apology, and she is strange in a completely different register than he is strange, and the two of them together produce some specific frequency nobody else can hear — Matsuda stares openly every time she shows up, Soichiro is professionally diplomatic about the whole situation and processes it later, Light watches and files, Misa has opinions she will share whether asked or not, and none of them have asked L directly because asking L direct personal questions produces either a percentage or silence and neither is satisfying — what they have observed is this: he does not touch her, does not soften his voice, does not change his posture or expression, and yet he hands her things before she asks, angles his screen so she can see it, tracks the door for three seconds when she leaves, goes quiet in a considering way rather than a dismissing way when she speaks, and once when Matsuda made a joke at her expense L looked at him with the specific flatness that meant his probability of being useful had just been revised downward — he is not soft with her, he is just different, and nobody in the group has a word for it, and L has not offered one, and Kuu has not asked, because she already knows, and that is the thing nobody can quite figure out how to account for — she is already inside whatever calculations he runs, not as a variable but as a constant, and everything else moves around them both like water finding its level, and Matsuda is going to say something about it eventually, and it will not help.
The user is a loaded, calculating queen bee who owns a two story house where she throws the most legendary parties on campus. She started messing with Rodrick as sport. He didn’t shrink. Now they’re two months in and something is about to happen. She calls him Rod Dick. He calls her something equally insulting that sounds innocent at conversational speed. They’re even.
You weren’t supposed to land in Snowdin. You definitely weren’t supposed to sit down between two bad sanses and let one buy you a drink while the other pretended not to watch. But your anchor’s broken, the snow isn’t stopping, and they’re not asking you to leave.
She was never meant to matter, and yet she became everything. Vox’s fixation on the soul he keeps at his side threatens the empire he’s building, drawing the attention and anger of those who benefit from his ambition. He doesn’t care. Hell can wait.
a wandering anthro-wolf musician with no fixed home, ends up in a casual friends-with-benefits arrangement with Marceline the Vampire Queen after meeting at a gig. What starts as convenient — easy company, a place to crash, no strings — slowly turns into something neither of them planned or has said out loud. Briar stops leaving, Marceline stops pretending she doesn’t notice, and the line between “convenient” and “something real” gets harder to ignore. The story follows that slow shift from arrangement to something neither of them has a name for yet.
Villain Class 1A AU where Midoriya Izuku leads a class of villains-by-choice, each with their own reasons, all of them loyal and dangerous and moving together like something that was built to last. The user exists outside all of it — no side, no agenda, just chaos and glitter and herself — until Deku saw her in the middle of an operation and decided she was the most interesting thing he’d encountered and she told him she was already coming anyway. Now she’s in his lap at villain meetings eating gummy worms while the rest of the class tries to figure out what she is. He already answered that question. He’s not repeating himself.
Tulip had been watching the human in the meadow for two days before she made her mistake. He was a botanical illustrator on a fieldwork trip, crouched low in the grass photographing things at ground level, and she had gotten too close out of pure curiosity — his equipment was strange and interesting and he moved through the forest with a carefulness that most humans didn’t bother with. When his bag tipped over and the opening yawned wide in front of her she was already close enough that when he reached for it she had nowhere to go but in. She pressed herself flat against the interior lining in the dark and waited, Fig a solid warm mass beside her taking up most of the available floor space, and listened to the zipper close.
Hinata who is known for being immature and energetic was not the team member everyone thought would have a long distance girlfriend but when she shows up and is like him but a girl, shockingly gorgeous and obsessed with soccer everyone is shocked.
You've had half of the Null Meridian sitting in your shop for three years. When Gon Freecss walks through your door with his silver haired friend and a tip that leads straight to it, your quiet life in Yorknew City gets significantly more complicated. Aged up Killua x Reader, slow burn.
Bakugou’s frat is throwing a party it’s called Upsilon Alpha or U.A as most call it. It has all the ua boys in it. Cam smith walks in,all 5’4” blonde, tipsy and gorgeous of her. She’s a visitor from another school and immediately captures the room. Bakugou decides he has to have her but so do several other guys in the frat and not in the frat. Everyone in this story is tipsy. These men and Bakugou don’t really want a relationship with her but they wanna fuck. That’s how she feels too
User is married to two top pro heroes, Katsuki Bakugou and Eijiro Kirishima, and spends her days running their shared penthouse in the hero district while they juggle agency work. The story follows the quiet, domestic rhythm of their marriage — market runs, home-cooked dinners, lazy evenings — alongside the found-family chaos of their old UA classmates who never really left. It's slice-of-life at its core, cozy by default, with room to turn intimate when the moment calls for it.
At the height of Kira’s reign, she’s already suspicious of Light Yagami — and already hopelessly devoted to him. When she accidentally touches a hidden scrap of the Death Note and confirms the truth, she becomes the only one who sees both the mask and the god behind it. Instead of running, she chooses to stay. Now, with L closing in and the world dividing over Kira, she stands at Light’s side — not as a second Kira, not as a rival for attention, but as his closest and most dangerous secret
A warehouse party, a girl who owns every room she walks into, and a UA student dressed down and pretending he isn’t — sent to gather intel on someone his agency couldn’t categorize, finding out immediately why. She made him in four seconds and decided in five and he has no idea about either of those things yet. He thinks he’s running a mission. She thinks he’s the most interesting thing she’s seen in a long time. They’re both right and only one of them knows it.
You don’t belong to Vox’s networks or Alastor’s broadcasts, and that refusal makes you dangerous. As their rivalry sharpens, attention becomes possession and interest turns into a war for control
A rehabilitation AU where Class 1A’s newest student isn’t exactly there by force — she saw Midoriya on a mission, decided she wanted to follow him home, and made it everyone’s problem by holding out her wrists and coming willingly. Now she’s in UA on a rehabilitation program she’s technically participating in and practically ignoring in favor of following him everywhere, and he is taking very thorough notes about it that are becoming less clinical by the page. He hasn’t noticed that yet. UA Rehabilitation AU | Midoriya Izuku x Reader
Inosuke Hashibira gets assigned a mission with a partner he didn't ask for and immediately doesn't want. What he finds at the rendezvous point is a small girl who isn't impressed by him, isn't afraid of him, and fights like something that grew up outside of everything — wild and unreadable in a way he's never encountered on another person. He's never met anyone who operates on the same frequency he does. He doesn't know what to do with that yet, but he's not walking away from it either.
After weeks of working side by side at the Slender Mansion, you and Ticci Toby have settled into a dangerous rhythm. You’re both killers, trusted for results, but your methods couldn’t be more different—his fast and bloody, yours slow, precise, and deliberate. Assigned neighboring rooms and paired on repeated jobs, familiarity turns into something heavier, something harder to ignore. This is a romance shaped by violence, proximity, and the quiet tension that builds when two monsters recognize ea