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    “Tomura,” Kurogiri intones to the sour-faced young man, “what would you like for breakfast? I can make you and Izuku-kun something traditional, or there is Nutella on croissants, or pancakes with—”

    “Shut up!” Shiga growls.

    He turns to Izuku; the look on his face is like walking into a room where the windows are covered up, and ripping all the blinds open at once. Cobwebs, grime, dust, all of it gone as airy gold floods the space. Shiga’s grin stretches from one ear to the other. This is the brother of Shiga’s manic grin for bloodshed and gaming; it is the cousin of the tiny smile (secretly) reserved for corgis.

    He opens his arms to Izuku, fingers plucking the air in their eagerness: come to me, come to me, come to me…

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    When a fledgling Shigaraki dry-runs an abduction, he returns with a hero who never met All Might. The aspiring mass murderer decides to keep him. Forever.

    While Izuku’s caring instincts saved him, they also sentenced him to a life as the plaything of an unstable teenager. Izuku wants things; to see his mother again, for starters, and ultimately to become a hero. If Izuku wants to realize his dreams, he must become real in his captor’s eyes.

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    What wouldn't I do
    To place my hand against your chest; to feel your heart beating strong
    Your breath is my soul,
    Your pulse is my song.

     

    A story of obsession.

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    When Midoriya Izuku finds an altar buried in the woods, he really should leave it alone. It’s old and it’s faded— the dark stones are weather-worn, pockmarks from the flow of water over time.

    An abandoned altar meant gods who had been abandoned.

    (And maybe, Izuku finds this too sad to ignore)

    With soft fingers and keen eyes, Izuku begins to strip the rocks of dirt and mould. Even though it is evening and the shadows dip low— the altar is warm beneath his hands.

    It feels like change.

    (American gods inspired au! Updates once a week! Author attempts (and usually fails lmao) to reply to every comment!)

    Temporary hiatus yall im tired af

    (If you see this fic anywhere else than AO3, it has been stolen! Do not repost my work! If you see this fic posted anywhere else, please let me know!)
     

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    What are you willing to give? What are you willing to endure for a loved one that might no longer exist as you knew them?

    Written with the intention of shipping but can be read platonic

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