(Todoroki Shoto x Reader x Midoriya Izuku.)
Poly!
-BOOK ONE of the Lush Life series!
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I had known of the rumors, he was supposed to be a cursed being--something unwanted and maimed. But they never spoke of just how beautiful the man before me actua...
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Omg I rewrote this chap like 3 times UGH —First Person POV.—
Pain ripped through my ankle as the wolf sank its teeth into my flesh, its jaws locking with a sickening crack that echoed through the foggy silence.
I looked down—and really wish I hadn't.
Shredded muscle hung in ribbons from my leg, twitching as the beast gnawed, its snout soaked in blood so dark it looked black. The wolf's eyes were wide—cloudy, unblinking, dead, yet full of a mindless hunger.
The top of its head was peeled back, revealing bone slick with rot, and from the gaping hole in its skull, glistening brain matter throbbed with every grotesque movement—leaking out in thick, pulpy strings down its mangled muzzle.
The stench of decay hit me like a wave—sweet, rotting meat and something older, fouler, crawling up the back of my throat to squeeze the infested air from my lungs.
I tried to scream, but only a strangled gasp escaped as the creature jerked its head and tore free a chunk of me, the pain blooming into blinding white. Blood sprayed the lush grounds, steam rising from it like a breath, and in the distance, more howls answered—closer now.
I blinked furiously, trying to banish the dark spots clouding my vision—and through the shifting fog, a jagged vein of emerald lightning tore across the sky, lighting up the forest in a flickering, unnatural glow.
And as my gaze fell back down to the forest—a cloaked figure stood amongst its depths.
He was otherworldly—his shoes sinking into the blood-soaked moss while green lightning sparked at his fingertips.
His eyes glowed with a viridescent light too bright, too alive and uncannily human-like.
He didn't speak. He didn't need to—his expression was wild and mournful all at once—it pinned me to my spot as a warm pressure wrapped around my mangled leg.
I tore my gaze downwards.
The wolf was gone and in its place knelt a familiar Prince—his pale skin sickly, one half of his face a puzzle of blistered, scorched flesh and the other side frozen over with jagged ice, spiderwebbing across his temple and jaw.
His eyes flicked up to meet mine—one glowing like embers and the other like cracked stone.
His claws, long and blackened at the tips, gently encircled my leg, smearing blood as he hugged it close.
Then he pressed his face to my thigh, nuzzling into my skin with slow, reverent motions.
A low hum rumbled from his throat, pleasure or madness—I couldn't tell.
He reached up so the tips of his cold talons would press beneath my chin, making me tilt my head up in an effort to evade them puncturing my flesh.
"You're so soft.." He whispers, voice split and warbling, like two broken tones stitched together.
