Summary: You never meant for this to happen. You had a bleeding heart, that’s the only thing that you could think to blame. If you could go back, go back to the beginning; would you change anything? Would you stop helping, would you have not offered your hand to who you thought needed it? Or would it have not changed a thing? After all, it seemed that they wouldn’t let you go, not when they had a taste of what you had given oh so freely.
Warnings: hybrid Izuku x reader, Hybrid Shinso x reader, soft yandere, but it’s still yandere, mentions of breaking into a home (reader's)
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It was raining, when it all started. It was a huge mess, water pouring down in sheets, thunder going off like a gunshot (which had scared you more than once, and if you fell on your butt because of it, that’s between you and some puddles) and lightning making the streets so bright that you wouldn’t need the street lamps even if they were working.
You had an umbrella, emphasis on had, the wind blowing it out of your hands and making it dance down the street faster than you thought possible, the wiggle it left you with seemingly mocking.
So it made sense, with the water soaking you and covering up any sound other than the occasional booming of thunder and falling rain, that you didn’t hear the figure following you.
He also had soft paw pads made for stalking his prey. Even if it hadn’t been raining, you never would have heard him until it was too late.
It was a battle, darting under alcoves to protect yourself from getting more soaked than you already were and rushing to get home to dry yourself off before you got sick. But you made it, and as you fumbled with your keys, grumbling the entire time as they kept slipping; you didn’t notice the eyes watching your every movement as their owner crept under the porch awning behind you.
Nor did you have it in you to complain when soft hands took your keys in hand, grabbing the correct house key and unlocking your door for you.
Poor thing, you can’t even open a door by yourself, how could he leave you alone when you were like this?
You would’ve been more afraid if you hadn’t noticed the soft ears on top of his head, dripping more water onto his full head of hair that you were sure was an unruly mess once dried. Maybe you were biased, maybe it had to do with where you worked, but hybrids had never hurt you before. Been hostile? Yes. Defensive? Absolutely.
And would you blame them if they did? Absolutely not.
The hands that held your keys had the signature bigger finger pads that all pawed hybrids had, and he moved with surprising adeptness, already picking out your house key and inserting it into the lock, before jiggling the doorknob left, right, and finally up… exactly the way that you had figured out through trial and error to do (which had unfortunately taken you a few weeks). You blinked at him as he handed you back your keys, a little dread settling in.
Just how long and how closely had he been watching you?
Long enough.
“Live under your porch,” his voice rumbled, dark eyes scrutinizing you. “You talk to yourself a lot.”
You blushed. You must’ve cursed the doorknob enough for him to figure it out. Licking your lips, you struggled to not look at the porch too obviously.
“Is that why I haven’t had as many birds at my feeder lately?”
He gave you a smug grin, chest rumbling slightly and being pushed out in pride.
“Need me to walk you inside too human?”
You finally cracked a grin at him, before stepping inside. As you pulled off your shoes to try and bring in as little water as possible (a futile effort, seeing as you were soaked to the bone) he started to move to the edge of your porch to presumably hop back under and hunker down for the night.
“Wait!”
His ears pressed to the back of his head, and you knew he was expecting the worst of you with that simple word.
“Yeah?” he asked cautiously, tiny tail twitching beneath his dirty shirt.
“Uh, give me a second.” You grabbed the outdoor blanket you broke out for picnics, knowing the plastic bottom would stay somewhat dry on the wet earth, reaching out to hand it to him. He took it gingerly, as if afraid you would take it back as some sort of cruel joke.
You smiled at him softly, before continuing.
“You like chicken?”
He nodded, seemingly in a daze.
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The owner of the voice, the fuzzy pair of ears, of soft hands- never came inside, instead watching from various windows, making sure that you weren’t going to call hybrid services on him, even if those windows he was looking through were on the second floor of your home.
You paid it no mind, knowing he was doing his best to be sneaky and nonchalant, as most feline hybrids did when there was someone or something they were interested in. You had originally invited the hybrid inside, but he seemed to know that if he did, you’d be obligated to a) bring him to the shelter you worked at in the morning and b) lose his under-the-porch den that he’d been in for who knows how long.
One of the finer details of working at a rehabilitation shelter for hybrids is that, if you brought a hybrid in for longer than 24 hours without reporting it, you would lose your certification to work with them. You were certainly grateful for the certification process for any sort of hybrid related profession, as it weeded out most (but not all unfortunately) bad apples in the system, but it certainly made life hard if you weren’t careful. It was a delicate balancing act, but since he hadn’t entered your home, you technically didn’t need to report him; and seeing how skittish he was already you had no doubt that he’d flee the relative safety of your porch rather than risk whatever you would subject him to.
You warmed some leftovers up (though they did look smaller than when you last looked at them, but you were sure that was just because you weren’t paying attention), hoping that he would be okay with chicken parmesan, as it was really the only cooked thing you had and you doubted that he wanted to wait for you to actually cook something, considering how he was still at your window despite the rain. How he could see with wet hair plastered to his face, you had no idea.
Plating the dish, you made your way to the front porch again, hearing him scramble outside, claws scratching against the wood as he fought to get there before you. However, when you opened the front door, there he was, looking all the poster boy of nonchalance. He glanced at you, tearing his attention from the rain he was watching with great interest to raise an unamused brow.
You kept your amusement to yourself, handing the plate to him before retreating back to the doorway, taking a seat.
He stared at you and your distance from him, before taking a bite and looking back at the rain.
It tasted just as mediocre as it had when he had some earlier that day.
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Both hybrids knew that you would take them to the shelter, no matter how much the hare pleaded and begged to just stay with you, how he could help with the chores just please don’t send him away please please please-
You had smiled sympathetically, more than familiar with hybrids asking to stay with you rather than the alternative, but it was your job. You should have reported Shinso to your bosses the moment he took residence under your porch, and could already feel the disapproving glares that they would level you with now that you were forced to bring him in. They would understand, you knew, but it wasn’t a matter of kindness.
It was a matter of losing your hybrid care license.
Shinsou knew this, and that was the only reason why he got in your car without a fight to the shelter itself, but not before informing you that if you weren’t the one to get him out later, he would find you and punish you. You humored him, despite knowing there was no way he could escape a hybrid shelter. Too many had tried.
Sweetheart, did you think he was going to let someone else snatch up what was his? After what he went through to get you? To get his territory? Silly little human.
After much arguing on your part, trying to convince him that he may have the chance to be adopted by someone better, he agreed to the week-long trial and visiting period at the shelter. You told him that you had to say this according to your contract but he only rolled his eyes and looked out the window in the backseat. Brat. But you choose to believe that he was telling you without words that he wouldn’t find someone better than you, and it warmed your heart.
But back to real time. Pulling into the back parking lot of the building, you took a deep breath, before turning to the two males in your car.
Izuku sat in the front, having raced inside and gripped your hand so tightly that Shinsou could only growl lowly in response and glare the whole way there from his spot spread across the entire backseat.
“Izuku, sweetie, could you give me my hand real fast?” He shook his head quickly, foot thumping the floor, body almost vibrating and gripping your hand tighter, the other joining the first to make sure you couldn’t move it. You were lucky you drove automatic.
“I know, I know- but I need to put a temporary collar on you real fast. You don’t want me to lose my job for bending the rules for you, do you sweetie?” You knew it was low, but you dug in deeper. “If I get marked up for this, it could affect my status as a potential adopter. You want me to adopt you right? Right Izuku?”
That made him freeze, ignoring how the feline snorted at the action.
Potential adopter? No no no no no no no! You were the one to take him out of that terrible alley, to show him to his new territory, to his new den. There was no way he would let you go. For you, he’d do anything.
You smiled softly as he let you snap it on, handing the other to Shinsou as you trusted him to be able to put on his own-
“What about mine? Huh kitten?” you leveled him with a disbelieving and unamused stare. In response, he gently took your hand (completely dwarfed by his own, how did you just notice this now?) and placed it on his neck.
“Oh,” he grinned sharply, “it looks like you need two hands to put it on. Isn’t that right?”
Izuku bristled at the smug grin that was sent his way.
Summary: You never meant for this to happen. You had a bleeding heart, that’s the only thing that you could think to blame. If you could go back, go back to the beginning; would you change anything? Would you stop helping, would you have not offered your hand to who you thought needed it? Or would it have not changed a thing? After all, it seemed they wouldn’t let you go, not when they had a taste of what you had given oh so freely.
Warnings: Hybrid Izuku x reader, eventual poly, soft yandere, mentions of abandonment
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If there was one thing that freaked you out, it had to be alleyways. Long… dark… full of unknown things that could jump out and give you… something like tetanus? You really didn’t know.
The other thing you really didn’t like about alleyways were the fact that they were a popular hybrid dump.
People were entirely used to seeing feral and stray hybrids scavenging for food in alleys, so they were fine with dumping them there to add to the population. But, you supposed, perhaps living on the streets was better than what was waiting for them at home, or what hybrid patrol would have in store for them. Maybe that was the reason you always kept an eye out, even through your fear. You always did have a bleeding heart, you supposed.
Which is probably how you found yourself in this situation. Behind a dumpster about halfway inside this alley was a box, barely big enough to hold a large backpack, much less a human shaped person. And yet, that was what was sitting inside it, hiding behind a mop of dark green hair. The hybrid itself was not small, not in the slightest, as most hybrids usually weren’t (depending on their breed); so it was a wonder that he could even fit in the box itself.
“Hi there,” you said softly. Large bunny ears jumped to attention at the sound of your voice, big dark eyes darting to you.
“…Hi.” He eventually whispered back, nose twitching frantically. You smiled softly, putting up your hands to show you meant him no harm.
The hybrid boy was squished into what could only be an uncomfortable position. He had made himself as small as possible to fit in the box, knees to chest and arms wrapped around them.
He was… not small in the slightest. You don’t know where people got the idea that rabbit hybrids were small, because unless they were mixed with dwarf rabbit genes, you were always going to get a hybrid who did start out small, but never ended up that way. With muscles always coiled and ready to spring it was no wonder they got to be as big and strong as they were, especially in the leg department. It was something many a hybrid owner was never prepared for, especially when they learned the strict dominance hierarchies that rabbits had.
So yes, it wasn’t a surprise to find a rabbit hybrid hiding in alleys, ready to throw down and get bloody for their next meal or territory. What was surprising, was this hybrid in his box…
And the text scribbled on the front, only visible when he uncurled slightly, foot pushing the side out a bit before he noticed and panicked slightly, pulling the foot back to try in vain to keep the box in what he hoped was pristine condition.
Please take care of Izuku… I can’t anymore…
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The bunny refused to put down the cardboard as he followed you. With a slight grip on your shirt (light enough that he thought you wouldn’t notice, you did but didn’t say anything) he followed you silently, footsteps nonexistent because of his paws. Despite his unkept appearance, you could tell that he was a well loved hybrid by the way he met your eyes with no fear.
It was because he couldn’t believe that someone like you existed. His owner had talked about angels before, heroes too, but he didn’t think they were real until he met you.
You were careful to go slow with him behind you, unsure of how strong he was considering how it looked like he had never left his box to keep it pristine.
You didn’t need to see the scars on his arms from clearing that alley for himself, the large coiled muscles ready to spring at a moment's notice. Alleys with restaurant dumpsters were prime real estate after all
The way to your house wasn’t far, but you still took roundabout ways to make sure he wouldn’t get spooked by anyone and run away back to the nearest alley. Rabbits, you knew, were incredibly skittish when they were outside of their comfortable territory, especially if they were around someone they didn’t know. You counted yourself incredibly lucky to not have been attacked by a feral rabbit the moment you had come close to him.
Spooked? How could he when you were there with him? How could he get distracted by anything other than the feeling of your shirt under his fingers? Though, if someone did break his concentration on you, there’s no telling what he’d do to them. He’d attacked more people for worse.
The closer you got to your home, the more that you worried. He wasn’t speaking, only looking at you with wide eyes as he hunched down to your height. Maybe your house wasn’t the best idea. Yes, it was closer than the shelter you frequented, but maybe they would’ve been better for him? Oh but he was so clingy right now, you could only imagine him inside of there, trying to cling to the familiar…
Oh. There was your front door. As you tried to grab your keys without dislodging the bunny behind you, another hand grabbed them. It was gentle, as it usually was, but the hands were shaking slightly in anger. The bunny behind you pressed to your back, dropping his precious cardboard box to the floor as he clutched you.
You looked up to meet the ever lazy expression of the male in front of you.
“So,” he started, his purple slitted eyes narrowing slightly on the other person intruding your space.
Summary: You never meant for this to happen. You had a bleeding heart, that’s the only thing that you could think to blame. If you could go back, go back to the beginning; would you change anything? Would you stop helping, would you have not offered your hand to who you thought needed it? Or would it have not changed a thing? After all, it seemed that they wouldn’t let you go, not when they had a taste of what you had given oh so freely.
Tags: hybrids, soft yandere, Izuku x reader, Shinso x reader, eventual poly x reader
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If there was one thing that freaked you out, it had to be alleyways. Long, dark, full of unknown things that could jump out and give you… something like tetanus. You really didn’t know.
The other thing you really didn’t like about alleyways were the fact that they were a popular hybrid dump.
People were entirely used to seeing feral and stray hybrids scavenging for food in alleys, so they were fine with dumping them there to add to the population. But, you supposed, perhaps living on the streets was better than what was waiting for them at home, or what hybrid patrol would have in store for them. You always did have a bleeding heart, you supposed.
Which is how you found yourself in this situation. Behind a dumpster about halfway inside this alley was a box, barely big enough to hold a large backpack, much less a human shaped person. And yet, that was what was sitting inside it, hiding behind a mop of dark green hair. The hybrid itself was not small, not in the slightest, as most hybrids usually weren’t (depending on their breed); so it was a wonder that he could even fit in the box itself.
“Hi there,” you said softly. Large bunny ears jumped to attention at the sound of your voice, big dark eyes darting to you.
“…Hi.” He eventually whispered back. You smiled softly, putting up your hands to show you meant him no harm.
The hybrid boy was squished into what could only be an uncomfortable position. He had made himself as small as possible to fit in the box, knees to chest and arms wrapped around them.
He was… not small in the slightest. You don’t know where people got the idea that rabbit hybrids were small, because unless they were mixed with dwarf rabbit genes, you were always going to get a hybrid who did start out small, but never ended up that way. With muscles always coiled and ready to spring it was no wonder they got to be as big and strong as they were, especially in the leg department. It was something many a hybrid owner was never prepared for, especially when they learned the strict dominance hierarchies that rabbits had.
So yes, it wasn’t a surprise to find a rabbit hybrid hiding in alleys, ready to throw down and get bloody for their next meal or territory. What was surprising, was this hybrid in his box…
And the text scribbled on the front, only visible when he uncurled slightly, foot pushing the side out a bit before he noticed and panicked slightly, pulling the foot back to try in vain to keep the box in what he hoped was pristine condition.
“…Please take care of Izuku. I can’t anymore.”
Aaaaand that’s a wrap! For this preview anyway 🥲 I’ve really been hit by a writer’s block for my other fics at the moment, but this plot bunny (lol) has been dancing around in my head for a while and I thought I would share. This is going to be a more relaxed drabble set, with no set schedule or anything like that. But, knowing me, I’ll probably expand the world and make it over complicated.
I’m thinking of releasing the hybrid types soon? I still don’t quite know who all I’m going to be including, but it’s probably going to be a lot. This is also going to be a soft yandere fic, so if that isn’t really your jam, I’m sorry. But if anyone wants any clarification on just how yandere everyone will get, just shoot me an ask 💕
