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Whumptober Day 14. IS SOMETHING BURNING? Branding | Heat Exhaustion | Fire

Shouta woke to the sound of screaming and the sight of someone standing over him with a needle.

That was never a good sign.

It was a worse sight when he knew he'd been on patrol (he'd cut back on patrols since the dorms, since the reveal of One for All to him, since the USJ, focusing more on this Nightmare Class, but he still had some patrols) before waking up here.

It had been a long, long time since anyone had managed to get the drop on Shouta.

And now...Shouta strained against the restraints on his arms, the leather buckled tight and leaving him no wiggle room. He could feel the leather restraints on his wrists and ankles as well, binding him to the railings on the bed...a gurney?

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Snufkin followed the fillyjonk into the mansion slowly, pulling his paw back out of his grip quickly, as soon as he registered what was happening. It felt like he was walking through a nightmare, unable to turn back but afraid to move forward, everything happening through a fog.

They exited the hallway into a library, and Snufkin's world focused on the chest sitting on the table top.

The open chest, with his seal skin folded neatly inside.

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Little My burst into Moomin House, dragging Snufkin by the paw.

Little My bursting in wasn't unusual, but dragging along Snufkin was.

And her dragging along a Snufkin whose face was red and blotchy from crying, who was still panting and looked on the edge of panic, was unusual enough to make all of the residents sit up and pay attention.

“You, sit,” she snapped at Snufkin. “Moomin, try and calm him down. I'm getting Snorkmaiden and my sister. It's an emergency.”

With that, she was out the door at top speed.

Snufkin dropped into the sofa, his paws worrying at the edge of his smock, and when Moomin sat next to him and laid a cautious paw on his shoulder, Moomin could feel the faint tremors shaking through his body.

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The pair found Snufkin on his way back from Mymble's, taking a rambling path through the Valley.

He jolted a little when Moomin called out his name, but smiled at them warmly all the same, raising his paw to wave as they rushed to meet him.

“Snufkin! Can we talk about something?” Moomin asked as soon as they were close. “It's something good! At least, I hope it is,” he added quickly when Snufkin hesitated.

Telling someone like Snufkin 'we need to talk' without context was almost always a good way to get them to panic, if silently.

As it was, Snufkin nodded and didn't pull away when Moomin took his paw, pulling Snufkin along as they walked.

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Moomin wasn't surprised when he woke up early from hibernation a second time. Thankfully it was actually edging towards spring this time, if the melting snow outside was any sign.

At least it was anticipation nerves that woke him, not fearful nerves and worries and nightmares.

Snorkmaiden woke up a day after Moomin did, and his parents the day after, so it wasn't so bad. Plus, he got an early start on the spring chores, so his part would be done early enough he could wait for Snufkin's arrival without worrying about getting them done or missing Snufkin's arrival while folding dust covers and beating a winter's worth of dust out of the rugs.

It was strange, to wait for Snufkin with Snorkmaiden by his side, but if things worked out, then someday they'd both be waiting for him like this, equally anxious and eager.

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8 chapters, complete

If you enjoyed “In the Care of the Napoleon of Crime”, but wished Ratigan didn’t give Basil back at then end, then this is the story for you. ;)

Warnings for: Explicit Content (Ratigan’s filthy fantasies), Rape/Non-con, Manipulation, Captivity, Bad Guys Win

Ratigan's latest coup - the takeover of a small, out of the way country - has gone swimmingly.

But his 'partner' is outliving his usefulness, and Ratigan has just discovered a 'surprise' down in the dungeons that changes quite a few things.

No 10. THEY LOOK SO PRETTY WHEN THEY BLEED Blood Loss | Internal Bleeding | Trail of Blood

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FINAL CHAPTER

Preview:

The herolings landed in a heap on the other side of the portal while Hawks managed to flare his wings and land in front of them. It took a few moments for the hero and heroes in training to untangle themselves from each other, with many yelps and cries of things like “You're on my hair!” and “That's my leg!”

They finally all managed to stand up and sort themselves out, only to shoot back into battle stances when they saw the League on the other side of Hawk's spread wings, keeping the herolings and villains separate while the students recovered.

The villains, who were watching them quietly from the other side of the room, with amused faces and grins but otherwise somewhat attempting to appear nonthreatening.

It...wasn't really working, but they were, surprisingly, trying.

Eraser was still in the middle of them, with Kurogiri at his back and Compress and Dabi at his sides, holding his elbows.

“Hi Izuku!” Toga chirped, waving a hand holding a bloody knife cheerfully. It looked suspiciously like one of Eraser's hidden knives. “Ochako! Hi!”

“...hi,” Uraraka replied after a pause. “Can we have our teacher back now please?”

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Preview:

Shouta was so lost right now. And somewhere between terrified and furious. He wasn't going to go from captured by the Commission to captured by the League if he could do anything to prevent it – which, logically, he might not be able to.

Not when he could see Kurogiri beyond Shigaraki in the hallway and was still strapped into this chair, unable to move or defend himself or Eri. Hell, he wasn't even sure if he'd be able to move once he was unstrapped, with as much pain as he was in.

Not that it would stop him from trying.

A dozen or more Twices flooded the room, going for the guards and lab techs. Dabi and Shigaraki aimed for the agents themselves, flinging themselves into the fight.

There was a tug on his restraints, drawing Shouta's attention from the raging battle in front of him.

Mr. Compress tilted his hat at Shouta, and his voice gave away his grin. “Ah, Eraserhead, do be a good little hero and don't struggle now. It may be difficult to believe, but we're here to rescue you and the young lady.”