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another finished wip. crimidad au scenes because i still think the concept is funny

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In the aftermath of the dog pack’s attack, Swiftpaw comes face to face with a cat from his past.

read my short fic, Resignation, here! a long while ago I made an animatic about swiftpaw being guided to starclan (if you remember it you get a veteran’s discount), and I wanted to expand a bit on that concept with a written piece. finally got around to it! let me know if you enjoy it as much as i did writing it :3

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wip wednesday thursday!

I said a while ago I wouldn't share any more snippets from playground games but I am a liar only barely capable of keeping my mouth shut about this fic. ty @mitchmatchedsocks for the tag! 💕

“There?” is what comes out of Yuuji’s mouth, choked up and rasping. Not “no” or “stop” or “I don’t want to”, just simple clarification. Satoru’s heart may as well have relocated to his cock with how hard it throbs. “That’s right,” he says patiently. He’s lightheaded. “Here.” He doesn’t elaborate, and Yuuji maintains eye contact for a few more seconds before collapsing flat on his back, arms crossed over his eyes. “You are such a pervert,” he says. But his thighs unclench, freeing Satoru’s hand, and his legs spread open in blatant invitation. Satoru can’t help but laugh, breathless with delight. “Takes one to know one, don’t you think?”

tagging @mossterunderthebed @xxbakacoconutxx

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Won't Go Home Without You

A BNHA Hybrid Au

Part 3

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)

<- Previous

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.

~

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.

~

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.

Next ->

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Can you write trickster meeting a female rap-star survivor?

She’s like the opposite of him, very reserved and sometimes almost downright anti-social, and it took a long while before anyone even realized she was famous.

She’s tough in her own right too, very rigid and rough but kind as well.

Okay, ive decided to do headcanons, if that's okay :)

Pre-Entity

- So to start,

- He hears about you through one of his bandmates

- He wasn't really paying that much attention, but he vaguely heard about "hot rapper, pretty sure she hates people though,"

- Something about that description entices him, and later, he looks you up

- And holy shit

- He listens to your music and falls in love with your voice

- Oh, to hear you scream for him

- He watches your career with a vested interest, and once the little accident happens, leaving him with a solo career, he actually reaches out to your manager to see if you'd like to do a collaboration

- Once he meets you, he's not too shocked to see you are pretty timid, although it doesn't fit your career choice

- Once he gets you alone, under the guise of revising some lyrics, he tries to knock you out with his bat

- A mistake he realizes soon after when you whip around and force his bat back

- You both just kinda stare at eachother, shocked at eachother’s actions

- That is until you jump up and bolt

- He sits back with a smirk

- You get a headstart :)

Post-Entity

- He first meets you in a trial

- he's heard about you, the new survivor, the famous survivor

- Why, he's been dying to meet you! Another famous person, taken from the spotlight? The Entity was sure getting bold!

- So once he sees you're in his trial, he quickly moves to you, ready to take you and see exactly what you were all about.

- But you have just a bit too much endurance for him, he can't quite get to you

- It's getting aggravating, damn you and your will to survive >:(

- He ends up losing the trial, too focused on you to actually pay attention to your other teammates fixing the generators at such a quick pace

- After your first trial with him, he just so happens to wander near the campfire, and just so happens to watch you interact with your teammates

- he's shocked to see how timid you are

- He was expecting someone boisterous, confident, not as asocial and bashful as you

- He finds himself wondering how you sound

- Screaming, howling for his bat

- Or even just soft words uttered in confidence

- He feels a pull towards you, someone who seems to have handled the pressure of fame very differently from him.

- Now, you have a serial killer chasing after your heart

- Good Luck ;)

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Archive Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Rape/Non-Con

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Castiel/Sam Winchester

Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Crowley (Supernatural), Joshua (Supernatural), Purgatory Monster(s) (Supernatural), Leviathans (Supernatural)

Additional Tags: Castiel as God, Rape/Non-con Elements, Hallucifer, Animal Sacrifice, Abusive Relationships, Possessive Behavior, Forced Nudity, Baptism, Blasphemy, (a lot of blasphemy), Past Torture, Past Lucifer/Sam Winchester, Cannibalism, Bad BDSM Etiquette, Collars, Non-consensual everything, Self-Loathing, Whorephobic Language, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Hopeful Ending

Summary:

“I want what any god wants,” Castiel said. “I want you. Your life, your soul, your devotion. Everything you have to give belongs to me, your God. In exchange, your family will be safe.”

There really was no other answer. “I agree,” Sam said.

friendly reminder that this is a Thing i have been writing, wherein Sam bargains his life away to Godstiel in the warehouse and then things get real fucked up

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Comfort in a friend

As you can see I suck at titles

Anyway, I wrote a little bnha drabble inspired by beautiful art from the lovely @eeshalies I hope you like it.

PAIRINGS:

Platonic Shoto Todoroki/Eijiro Kirishima, suggested Shoto Todoroki/Izuku Midoria, Katsuki Bakugo/Eijiro Kirishima

SUMMARY:

This takes place right after Bakugo is kidnapped. Class 1-A is at the hospital and Todoroki can’t sleep. Neither can Kirishima. And so a chance meeting spawns Bakugo’s rescue plan.

And now, on to the story!

How did we get to Kirishima and Todoroki working together for Bakugo?

Like this.

Todoroki had been wandering the halls of the hospital for what felt like hours and simultaneously no time at all. The U.A. students and their teachers had arrived at the hospital sometime in the wee hours of that morning and those with injuries were immediately taken off to be assessed. At some point after that, Todoroki learned that Izuku had been rushed into emergency surgery to try and save his hands. After Todoroki had been determined relatively uninjured, cared for, and released to his room for the night, he’d laid down and attempted to get his exhausted body to sleep. That lasted for about 30 minutes before he woke up sweating to the image of Izuku’s screaming face wreathed in horrible blue fire.

After that, sleep wasn’t really an option anymore.

And so he’d taken to wandering. Pacing the halls of the labyrinthine hospital and going over the previous night’s events again and again in his head. Thinking about what could have gone better, trying not to think about what could have gone worse. Hunched shoulders and hands in pockets, worrying about Izuku and Momo and of course Bakugo, as annoying as he sometimes may be. Bakugo... where had the Leauge taken him? What might they do to him to try and convince him to join their side? Todoroki’s face hardened. Whatever they did, Bakugo wouldn’t budge. He was sure of that. Bakugo was the most unreasonably stubborn and prideful person Todoroki had ever met. And that included himself. Unfortunately, he was also sure that Bakugo would rather die than become a villain, and that’s what he was afraid of. Maybe-

“Todoroki?” Todoroki stopped, turning to look behind him. Kirishima stood about two yards away with surprised look on his face. His hair was down and hung in, unnaturally red, waves over his face, partially hiding his eyes and casting his face in shadow. He looked tired, and sad, and his brown cheeks were flushed red as though he might have just been crying. Todoroki turned fully around and regarded Kirishima inquisitively,

“Kirishima.” He said, nodding to the other boy, “What are you doing out here it’s...” he looked at his wrist before realizing he had taken his watch off for to bed and didn’t actually know what time it was. “...early. I think.” He finished, glancing to the side to look out the long windows that ran the length of the hall at chest level. Cold, foggy daylight lit the world in a bleak, soft sort of white, making Todoroki’s already pale skin look sallow and colorless. If he had to guess, it was probably around 5 am. Kirishima laughed, a humorless little chuckle, and looked at the floor. He shoved his hands deep into his pockets and muttered,

“I could ask you the same question.” Todoroki shrugged and walked up to him so that they weren’t standing so awkwardly far apart,

“I couldn’t sleep.” He said by way of explanation. “And sitting still wasn’t getting me anywhere.” Kirishima scowled, still looking at the ground.

“Walking around like this isn’t getting me anywhere either.” He said as though to himself, “I can’t do anything and it’s making me sick.” Suddenly, he looked up at Todoroki, eyes glinting with an anger Todoroki’d never seen in the usually happy go lucky boy. He looked like he was burning up from the inside out. “I can’t do anything Todoroki. Nothing. I’m completely useless just waiting around here while-“ He broke off, and looked down again. Todoroki’s eyebrows furrowed in concern as his mind raced for the proper response. Kirishima was obviously upset but god damnit he didn’t know what to do. No one had ever talked to him like this before. Was comforting friends in pain something you were supposed to learn how to do in your childhood?

“They took him.” Kirishima’s whisper brought Todoroki’s train of thought to a screeching halt. “They- god Todoroki.” Kirishima’s voice broke and he dug a hand out of his pocket to wipe at his face. He was still staring determinedly at the floor but Todoroki could hear the thickness of tears in his trembling words. “Bakugo,” Kirishima whispered as his tears hit the wooden floorboards of the hospital hallway. “Katsuki. I lost him. He was out there fighting, you were out there fighting for him and I did nothing.” He spat the last word out of his mouth as if it were something nasty. “I sat there in that classroom and I did NOTHING!” He was yelling now, hands balled into fists at his sides. Not yelling at Todoroki exactly, but to him. “I could have fought harder to leave, I could have snuck out, I could have never come back to the building in the first place to hide like a fucking coward,” he sniffed and rubbed at his eyes with his clenched fist, “but I fucking didn’t. And now he’s gone and they’ve taken him from me to who knows where and they’re doing who knows what to him and-“ Kirishima pressed his palms to his eyes and let out a strangled sort of yell in frustration.

Gently, slowly, unsure if this was the right thing to do, Todoroki placed a comforting hand on Kirishima’s shoulder, attempting to rub soft little circles into it the way he remembered Izuku doing for him once. Kirishima stilled under his hand, and for a moment Todoroki was worried he’d done something wrong, before Kirishima launched himself forward, wrapping his arms haphazardly around Todoroki and pressing his tearstained face into Todoroki’s turtleneck. Carefully, Todoroki returned the impromptu embrace, pulling Kirishima closer and running a hand through his hair. The hand on Kirishima’s shoulder continued it gentle circles as Todoroki tried his best to soothe his aching friend. Quiet sobs wracked through the shorter boy and he clung to Todoroki with all of his considerable strength. Todoroki shushed quietly into Kirishima’s red hair, hoping against hope that he was doing this right.

“We’re gonna get him back Eijiro,” Todoroki promised, reasoning they were close enough to use first names by now, “It’s okay.” Todoroki felt Kirishima’s jaw move as he ground his sharp teeth together. Kirishima took a big breath and let it out slowly, deflating under Todoroki’s arms.

“But what if…” Kirishima’s voice was still choked with tears and he took a shaky breath to try and stabilize himself, “What if he hates me?” he whispered into the blue fabric of Todoroki’s turtleneck. “What if Katsuki won't speak to me anymore because I just left him? I wasn't there for him when he needed me and now he’s been kidnapped what if-”

“Stop.”

Kirishima looked up at Todoroki in surprise, silent tears still making tracks down his face. Todoroki smoothed over Kirishima’s head with the hand that was still in his hair and gave him a look. “Do you seriously think Bakugo could just stop talking to you?” Kirishima’s cheeks colored and he looked away but Todoroki wasn’t done. “You’re his best friend Eijiro, not to mention I'm pretty sure the two of you are soulmates or something.” Kirishima’s eyes widened as the tears began to stop and they darted over to stare at Todoroki in shock. Todoroki gave him his best comforting smile; the one he’d been practicing. “So don’t waste your time worrying about that. You know there’s no way Bakugo could really get mad at you anyway.” Slowly, Kirishima nodded, letting go of Todoroki to wipe the rest of the tears from his cheeks.

“Thanks Shoto.” He whispered. Todoroki squeezed his shoulder one last time before letting go, suddenly feeling awkward and out of place again. Kirishima sniffled one last time before lifting a smile onto his face.

“Sorry about your shirt man,” he laughed, blush still high on his cheeks, “That wasn’t very manly of me.” Todoroki shrugged it off saying simply,

“What are friends for?”

Together they walked back to the wing where the U.A. students had been assigned chambers, both feeling very tired and emotionally drained now. Just before Kirishima left to go to his room, Todoroki stopped him.

“Hey Kirishima?” He asked as Kirishima turned back around,

“What's up dude?” Todoroki gave a quick glance up and down the hallway before he said quietly,

“I think I have a plan to rescue Bakugo, but we’ll need Momo’s help. And bringing Izu- I mean Midoria would probably be a good idea too.” Kirishima’s expression hardened into one of fierce determination. That anger was back, like hellfire in his crimson irises.

“Okay.” he said, “I’m down. Let’s hear it.”

I HOPE YOU LIKED IT HERES A LINK TO THE ART GO LOVE IT OK BYEEEE

https://eeshalies.tumblr.com/post/182335000529/kirishima-almost-immediately-after-bakugous

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Kirishima almost immediately after Bakugou’s kidnapping and Todoroki wanting to do something about it as well: But Iida this is my emotion

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something small because i'm bored and i like spade