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The Cold Case Club by lemon_head15
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
05 May 2026
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“I’m Midoriya Izuku,” he said, extending his hand. “By the way.”
The boy didn’t take it right away.
Instead, his gaze dropped to Izuku’s hand, lingering on the scars that crossed his knuckles and fingers—old fractures, healed wrong. For a moment, his expression flickered with something Izuku couldn’t place. Hesitation. Fear.Then, slowly, the boy lifted his own hand.
He reached out.And passed straight through.
A sharp, electric chill tore up Izuku’s arm, pins and needles erupting where their hands should have met. The sensation was wrong—too cold, too empty—and Izuku gasped, yanking his arm back as if burned.
“What the f—“
He looked up, horror flooding his chest, green eyes blown wide.The boy only smiled.
It wasn’t the dazzling grin from before. It was smaller. Sadder. Like he’d known this would happen and had been bracing for it all along.
The boy laughed softly, as he said, “Name’s Shirakumo Oboro,” he said. “And I’m— well. Not—”
The word landed fully formed in Izuku’s mind before it was ever spoken.
Ghost.
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Izuku gains the ability to see ghosts. So now he has to figure out how to solve the death of a boy who shouldn't exist.- Language:
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Bookmarked by sillykeegan
13 May 2026
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this haunts me in a good way. this was amazing!!!
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“Look at me.” Alastor ordered, and the smallest hint of a smile pulled at his lips when Vincent’s reaction was immediate. His eyes narrowed, dark with amusement behind his glasses and his hand moved up Vincent's chest to grab his half-undone tie. He gave it a small tug, eyes never leaving Vincent's - that seemed to have glazed over with tears or something else, Alastor didn't care. He shifted his knee to press almost too harshly against Vincent's straining cock
“You're going to finish. Quickly.” The words came out hushed but stern, like Alastor was scolding him. “There is a dead body around that corner and I don't feel like getting caught because you-” He hissed and he tugged at Vincent's tie, almost undoing it, eyes sharp behind his glasses, “-couldn’t behave if your own life depended on it.”
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Hell was not known for its kindness. Torture was something one could purchase as easily as if it were a necessity, and some might argue that it was. There were all kinds of cruelties available for a sinner inclined towards seeking them out, but Alastor did not need to go in search of suffering.
That was something he could manage all on his own, his frustration mounting as his skin crawled, his nerves squirming under his skin in silent protest as he pulled away from Lucifer's touch.
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Or: Alastor's mind is perfectly fine with Lucifer touching him. His body, tonight, is not. They are at an impasse - unless they can figure out a solution. Or unless a certain shadowy imitation of Alastor can figure out a solution.
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- Part 54 of AppleRadio ONE SHOTS
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Bookmarked by sillykeegan
14 Jan 2026
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This made me so inexplicably horny. Peak writing online need more fics exactly like this
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Alastor is the most irritating mortal Lucifer has ever met. First the human rebuffs him, then he has the audacity to steal Lucifer’s heart, and without even trying. Naturally, the theft of a faery’s heart cannot go unpunished, but Alastor is second to none in a game of vengeance.
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Bookmarked by sillykeegan
12 Jan 2026
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i never read AU’s cause I don’t like this but this. This was beautiful.
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“Amorcito?” he says slowly, like he’s trying to get a feel for the word. Not used to being referred to so affectionately, hmm?
“Oh, yes-”
“You speak that island language?”
…What?
“Amorcito,” Vox says, with the thickest Northern Pacific Accent he’s ever heard, pronouncing it a-mur-shee-do, and Valentino feels his face crumple and his dick go flaccid, which is an insane accomplishment, particularly considering the good looks of the man in front of him. Not much in the way of brains, though, apparently. “It’s a word in that island language, right? From the place with the tacos?”
Vox is a white man from the 1950s who led a cult—and it shows.
Bookmarked by sillykeegan
14 Nov 2025
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he is so white he would hatecrime me immediately. luv that about him