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Novel Nerd Kirishima Ejirou x Bakugou Katsuki x Reader Kirishime Ejitou and Bakugou Katsuki belong to Kohei Horikoshi Cans of Vanilla Diet Coke littered the floor around your bean bag chair. Your attention was captured by the frevert plot written in the book series you were currently reading. The latest book in the series was released this weekend and you were determined to finish it in two days. You reached the final chapter in the trilogy and unbeknownst to you a trail of tears flowed freely down your face. You set the book down and stifled the sobs building up in your throat, because you didn’t want to wake the two boys so

"It was you… you're a sorcerer." Arthur watched his servant from the doorway as Merlin stumbled about, oblivious to the prince's presence. It had been nearly a fortnight since the bandit attack, since he had seen Merlin –sweet, clumsy, completely innocent Merlin – conjure magic powerful enough to throw an entire army of ruffians back a good fifty feet. Arthur had been injured, his leg twisted and caught in a simple spring-trap. They had been alone in the forest – Arthur had ignored everyone who told him to take knights on the hunting trip – when the bandits attacked. They had sprung from every side as soon as

My Hero Academia KiriBaku one-shot. Enjoy. ~~~~~ The heat of battle might as well have been an infection in everyone’s minds as he rushed into the line of fire. You could literally smell the blood as the soldier was shot several times when his bullet-resistant vest failed to protect him. “No!” a soldier had shouted as he rushed to help his fallen comrade, despite his fellow troops’ protests. “You can’t; it’s too dangerous,” one of them said as bullets whizzed past the weakening barrier. All of them knew it was a futile effort, but they had to try something to keep another soldier from being

Frankly, their relationship was almost surreal, like something out of a dream, like in any other world it would be the strangest thing human eyes could lay upon. But to Marco, is was wonderful. Tom was far from a normal kid, he was a demon, three eyes, horns, inhuman skin, and claws and fangs that made even the smallest romantic gestures such as kissing and hand holding an entirely different experience. Tom was also inhumanly warm to hold, making hugs between them inviting. It wasn't always this way. Years ago Marco would've hated to see the demon's face show up on his doorstep, hated to see his carriage parked outside in anticipation, ha