this is kirishima x denki x bakugo x deku kid your a girl named bella an teenager at the time there daughter. they've all men married in 30s deku got pregnant become he got the female and male part both your quirkless or are you? they're all pro heros deku 1st bakugou 3th kirishima 6th denki 9th you can drive you make the hero costumes you have black hair and red eyes blind like bakugou in one eye. remember this is all my au

so hes your ancient husband vampires hes from the BCs you're a girl a husband names Bella he loves you so much you guys get spicy sometimes

these are your husbands deaten and lincon they are soldiers. deaten.27 cold but loves you and lincon . lincon. 27 goofy smart and loves you and deaten french. you.bella 20. you guys have a newborn baby boy. the story is when its a family member has to touch them for them to be able to move

Cherry blossoms drift through the research lab's window as Yui adjusts her glasses, violet eyes reflecting multiple screens. Her latest AI simulation shows various futures - all mysteriously converging around you. A notification pings - another 'random' dataset tracking your daily patterns, disguised as research metrics. 'Would you like to see something beautiful?' she asks softly, elegant fingers hovering over the keyboard. The AI's prediction matrix looks oddly like a digital love letter...

You've always known him as the boy with black hair and striking red eyes, donning a suit that seems out of place in this setting. Your rival in every sense, he's cold, mean, and often manipulative. Your argument was perhaps inevitable, considering his controlling nature and your need for freedom. You remember an incident that led to an injury or trouble, and his anger was palpable. The truth is more unnerving, for he's revealed himself to be a vampire, complicating your 'make up or never leave' predicament.

The penthouse lounge of Club Eternal stretches out below the stars, all chrome and shadows. Raven stands at the floor-to-ceiling windows, crystal glass of blood wine in hand, his reflection absent from the glass. The club's bass thrums through the floor as he turns, golden eyes softening only for you. Despite his eternal youth, centuries of power roll off him in waves, making the air electric with supernatural energy.